Tales about the typewriter. Prokofiev “Fairy tale cars A fairy tale about a fast car

Once upon a time there was a racing car. It was bright red. And it had a special shape - elongated, graceful. The car is beautiful! His name was Gulka.

One day Gulka was rushing along the road and overtook the wind. I stopped on the side of the road to take a break. And the wind is right here:

- Hey, Gulka! Who taught you to move so fast?

- Who taught? So I have four wheels and a powerful engine!

“But I have neither wheels nor an engine...” the wind thought. “Maybe that’s why you overtook me today?”

The next day, Gulka and the Wind raced again. And again Gulka was the first.

- How so? – the Wind asked in surprise.

“Well, I have a whole tank of fuel!” Gulka shouted in response.

The wind scratched the hair of a nearby poplar tree: “Yeah... And I don’t have fuel either.”

Gulka and the Wind decided to ask some sage, to solve their riddle about which of them is faster and - most importantly! - Why.

Gulka considered his driver, Pyotr Petrovich, to be the wisest. He knows how the engine works, changes the wheels and fills Gulka’s tank with some special fuel.

And for the Wind the Moon seemed wise. Day and night, hot and cold, it can be seen in the sky. It is the Moon that sees and hears everything that happens on Earth. Of course, the Sun also knows a lot. But at night it always rests behind the distant forest. And at night many strange and interesting events happen. The moon will help sort out their dispute.

Already late in the evening, the Wind and Gulka were again rushing along the road in one direction. This time the Wind was a little faster. Having become quiet near the roadside willow bushes, the Wind waited for Gulka. The car door opened and the driver, Pyotr Petrovich, stepped onto the side of the road. It was then that Gulka asked his question.

- Tell me, which of us is faster - me, the Car, or the Wind?

Pyotr Petrovich thought and began to reason: “If the car is in good working order, filled with good fuel, then on a flat road it rushes at the highest speed. And if there is a breakdown or potholes on the road, he will crawl like a turtle...”

“What do you think, wise Moon?” the Wind picked up the question. The moon, illuminating the place where Gulka, the Wind and Pyotr Petrovich had gathered, answered:

“It all depends on the weather, friends. If the day is clear, sunny, and windless, then the Car runs faster. And if bad weather breaks out, a hurricane hits, then you will be on equal terms. In autumn, when the Wind blows with all its might, so that the leaves fly off the trees and the trees themselves bend, then the Wind is faster than the Car. In winter, the Wind can collude with a snowstorm. Together they will cover all the roads with snow! What is the speed of the Car? No... The car stops.”

Gulka and the Wind thought. Yes, the man is smart and strong. But it turns out that natural forces can also lead him into a dead end.

“Snow drifts are removed by people using snow removal machines,” said Pyotr Petrovich in conclusion.

Gulka and the Wind understood:

- We are different! We can both be strong and weak, fast and slow!

So, there’s nothing to argue about, they decided. You just need to be friends.

And racing is just fun. And they moved forward along the road noisily and joyfully.

Fairy tales about cars are now no less interesting to children than about animals or fairy-tale heroes, fairies and sorcerers. This is because machines have become our companions, just as animals and mystical stories that people could not explain in the absence of science were once the constant neighbors of our ancestors.

What is a fairy tale?

Although modern fairy tales are slightly different from ancient folk tales, the main features of the classical genre are preserved. So what is a fairy tale?

Its name comes from the Old Russian word “skaz”, that is, story, conversation. This is a folklore genre of oral narration about fictional, fantastic events and characters. The peculiarity of this genre is that the fairy tale ends happily, the conflict between good and negative heroes is resolved in favor of the former. That is, to put it simply, good triumphs over evil. In addition, animals and plants, objects and natural phenomena in such works can act and talk like people.

The best fairy tales for children not only entertain, but also teach goodness and justice, respect for elders, other people's work and care, and not to offend the weak and animals. This is argued by the fact that those who deviate from these norms will be punished, because evil is always punishable. These short stories contain the poetry of the folk word, its wisdom and life's moral lessons.

What kind of fairy tales are there?

As we said above, folk tales are also called folklore. There is a second type of this amazing genre - author's, or literary.

Modern fairy tales are not so different from folklore ones. These amazing works today have only been enriched with characters and, accordingly, views.

Folklore stories were previously divided into only three categories:

Literary scholars believe that fairy tales about animals appeared first. They had a simple plot and were often small in volume. Animals who acted as heroes were always assigned certain traits or character traits. For example, the image of a fox embodied cunning, a wolf - cruelty, a hare - cowardice, a donkey - stubbornness, and crows - stupidity and tyranny.

The best fairy tales of this genre are still retold to children. Over time, this view has given way little to fairy tales. Here the characters were a variety of characters endowed with extraordinary abilities.

The last to emerge were everyday fairy tales (social). They were already more for adults than for children, and could contain elements of humor and satire.

Why tell children bedtime stories?

Let's go back to ancient times, where fairy tales were kept for decades like family treasures, passed down from mouth to mouth from great-grandmother to grandmother and further along the family circle. If they were not valuable, would such stories survive to this day? No, they simply would not have survived. Now folklore genres are being replaced by author's ones. There's nothing wrong with it as long as you don't overuse it.

Good fairy tales about cars are a good alternative to folklore ones; the main thing is to choose truly positive, educational and educational options. And it’s worth reading them to children in any case. A good fairy tale and its characters will not only serve as a “sleeping aid,” but can also give a child an idea of life, become a useful lesson, or tell about different situations. Stories in which cars are the main characters are no less interesting to children than those about animals, heroic heroes or fairies.

Fairy tales about cars can be a good replacement for folk genres for boys who become interested in technology from an early age. There are more and more such works. Their huge advantage is that in a short playful form you can tell the child about the structure of machines, give information that will become the starting point for a future man. Children love to listen to something new and modern. You can delight your kids with the original fairy tales posted below, or come up with an interesting story yourself. It's not as difficult as it might seem at first glance.

A Tale of a Fire Truck

So, let's start with the traditional “once upon a time.”

Once upon a time there lived a fire truck. She traveled with the fire brigade around the city and waited for a call on her driver's radio. If the signal came, the machine was happy, because it had to put out a real fire! But the trouble is, fortunately for the city, fires occurred very rarely. Often the machine had to extinguish a rag that caught fire in the kitchen of a careless housewife, or a box with unnecessary papers in the yard that was set on fire by children. And so the car began to drive slower when responding to calls and, worst of all, began to be lazy in collecting water from a large river outside the city. It happened like this: the machine came to the river, turned on a special pump, and it filled the compartments with water. It took a long time to fill the containers completely, and the machine became bored with collecting water. She began to cheat and, having filled one of the compartments, turned off the pump.

This is where the fairy tale about the fire truck could have ended if there had not been a real fire in the city. A big, big house caught fire. All the fire trucks rushed there. Our car also flew to the call. She arrived first and boldly rushed to put out the fire. The fire had almost given up, but suddenly the hose of the machine hung like a rag, and not a drop of water flowed out of it anymore. The machine cheated and filled only one compartment. Fortunately, other vehicles arrived in time and put out the fire. And our sad car went home to its garage. If she had not been lazy about getting water, she would have defeated the fire herself and become a heroine machine.

A fairy tale about a tractor

Once upon a time there lived a tractor on a distant farm. Every day he transported goods. The tractor left the farm with a full trailer of potatoes or wheat, and returned with feed for cows and chickens, the owner’s purchases and fuel for itself.

Often the tired driver fell asleep on the way back, and the tractor itself drove slowly along the familiar road. He always delivered his cargo safe and sound.

One day our hero was still slowly returning home. There was fuel splashing in the tank, and juicy cow feed lay in the trailer. Suddenly, in the forest, a tractor saw a light. Interest made him turn off the road and see what was there. As the tractor approached closer, it saw a huge trailer transporting animals. He stood alone in a clearing, and cows mooed pitifully in his trailer.

- What happened to you? - asked the tractor. - Why are you standing here?

“I drove off the road in the dark,” the trailer answered him sadly. “And while I was wandering through the forest, I used up all my fuel.” Now I can’t get home, and my cows are hungry and asking for food.

The tractor felt sorry for both the trailer and the cows, but he did not know how to help. The owner always ordered the cargo to be delivered to him safe and sound.

- Listen, tractor, you have fuel and food for my cows, right? Share with me so I can get out of the forest! - the trailer suddenly asked.

Our fairy tale about a tractor could have ended sadly if the main character had not been kind and sympathetic. He sighed and gave food to the cows and shared fuel with the trailer. The two of them went home together. And suddenly, when there was very little left to the farm, the tractor felt something prick its wheel. He stopped and, by the light of his headlights, saw that he had run over a nail and the air was hissing out of his wheel. Here our hero was completely desperate, not knowing what to do. But he forgot that a new friend was driving next to him - a trailer. He has several pairs of wheels. Seeing that a friend was in trouble, the trailer took one off and gave it to the tractor. So they got to the farm together.

After hearing the story of the tractor and trailer, the owners praised them, saying they both did the right thing. On the road you always need to help others, because you never know when you might need help.

About the braggart racer

The tale about a racing car begins with a story about a large garage where cars lived. It was cozy here, but sometimes the older cars boasted too much of their victories, and the newcomers felt uncomfortable with this boasting. After all, they just arrived in this garage and did not participate in real races.

Among the rookie racers, there was one who liked to show off more than others. He was happy to tell how he won a hundred races. Wherever he goes, he is always the first winner. The newbie cars were embarrassed to ask him questions and quietly listened to his stories.

One day, a brave rookie asked the braggart why he spent so much time in the garage and not at the races. And he proudly replied that here he was gaining strength before a very important rally, where he would definitely win. Our heroes listened to bedtime stories about cars from their mothers and went to bed.

The day of the great rally has arrived. All the cars rushed there, even the newbie kids were invited. The race began, and the newcomers were all looking out among the participants for their friend, who should become the winner. But he was still not there. Therefore, when the lead car approached the cars, they could not resist asking about their friend the winner. Imagine the surprise when she smiled and said:

- Oh, are you talking about this braggart? So he doesn't take part in the rally at all!

- How? – the cars were surprised. – After all, he told us that he always wins!

Then the presenter sighed bitterly and told the newcomers the story. It turns out that the braggart never took part in the races at all. All because he was very afraid. And in order to look more respectable in the eyes of the kids, he showed off to them.

Surprised and upset, the cars went home. They learned two good lessons today. First, never brag, and second, don’t trust the imaginary successes of braggarts. Sometimes their stories are just fiction and fantasy.

A fairy tale about a car with a red body

Cars lived in a big, big toy store. And among them there was a red car. She was so bright that she was incredibly proud of her beauty and unusualness. All her conversations with friends boiled down to the words: “Look how beautiful I am. I’m red like a poppy, shining like the sun.” The others did not pay attention to such boasting at first, but the red car showed off more and more.

Others got tired of it and stopped inviting her to their place. This could have been the end of the fairy tale about the red car, but suddenly news arrived that a very important customer – the owner’s little son – was coming to the store to choose a toy. The toys began to wait for him and preen themselves. And then the boy came. He looked at the cars for a long, long time and couldn’t choose everything. His dad began to help him and said:

- Look, what a beautiful red car. Take her!

But the boy was very serious and smart beyond his years.

– Not everything that is red is beautiful! – he said and chose a small silver car.

The red car felt ashamed for its boasting. She began to wait for her buyer and never again boasted of her bright body.

How work machines changed places

Three cars lived in one garage: a bulldozer, a crane and a truck. The fairy tale about working machines will tell us how easy it was for friends to work together until they quarreled.

The cars worked at a construction site nearby and always left the garage together. A bulldozer leveled the ground for future development, a crane lifted heavy stones, and a truck transported it all to a special landfill. Machines have been working this way for a long time. Their day began early in the morning and ended when the sun had already set. Their work was always coordinated, everyone completed their tasks carefully and on time. Fairy tales about cars usually tell about adventures, but ours tells about friendship and responsibilities.

One day the truck was very tired and began to complain about how difficult it was for him to transport heavy stones and loose earth. He cried that everything was already hurting him, and the trailer was completely bent from the loads. The owner heard the truck's complaints and said:

– Do you think it’s only your job that’s so difficult? And look at the crane, what stones it lifts with its thin “hand”! Or maybe you think it’s easy for a bulldozer? After all, he works from morning to night without rest, clearing and leveling the ground, lifting from the depths stones larger than himself!

But the truck kept complaining that it was more difficult for him than the others. The owner got angry and called for a bulldozer and crane. But when the conversation turned to difficulties, it turned out that these guys also found each other’s work easier than their own. The crane complained that the truck over there was rolling around, resting and seeing new places, but it was still standing in one place. And the bulldozer, as it turned out, dreams of looking at the sun at least once, and not at the ground and stones. The owner sighed bitterly and said to his working machines:

“You served me faithfully for a long, long time.” Each of you did your job properly and quickly. But once you start to think that someone else’s work is easier than yours, then go ahead and change. Let's see how you work in someone else's place, fulfilling someone else's responsibilities. And the cars were happy and rushed to the construction site.

How work machines changed places. Continuation

The truck took the place of the bulldozer, the crane began to transport loads, and the bulldozer began to lift stones. At first, the friends were happy with these changes, but when it came to work...

The truck leveled and leveled the ground, but only trampled it even more with its wheels. And as soon as it hit a stone, it stopped altogether and would not move back or forward. At first the bulldozer was happy about the sun, but as it began to get hot by noon, the headlights were blinding the eyes and the cabin was heating up, the joy became less. And then the truck got stuck, we had to help him get a large stone from the ground. They got it, but now the crane, instead of a truck, can’t load it itself. This way and that his friends tried to help him, with great difficulty they loaded the stone to take it to the landfill.

When the poor crane began to carry cobblestones, it was so difficult for him! The stone keeps trying to jump off and roll down the mountain, the wheels bend, the long neck gets tangled in the wires. I barely made it halfway to the road, but I couldn’t go any further, so I threw a stone there and then ran back to the construction site. And there's work to be done. His friends greet him sad, dirty and tired. Then the owner came to visit. He asks how the machines worked today. The crane was the first to speak:

“So,” he says, “I’m so tired that I don’t have any strength.” It was as if he had been working for a week without rest. I don't want to do this anymore!

And then the truck supported him:

- Oh, and the work of a bulldozer is difficult. Carrying my loads is even easier!

But the bulldozer was silent at all. The sun scorched his cabin so much that he couldn’t even speak, poor thing. The cars returned to their hangar to spend the night. We barely had enough strength to get home, we immediately went to bed, we didn’t even want to watch our favorite cartoons about cars. They realized that what you know and can do is the easiest job. And any work is difficult, that’s why it’s work.

Finally

There are many fairy tales, stories and stories for children. Their heroes are all different, but each is loved by children and adults in their own way.

Fairy tales about cars for children are a good way to distract a child, cheer him up, keep him busy or put him to sleep. It just so happened that our ancestors grew up surrounded by forests and animals, and modern children grow up surrounded by technology and cars.

The idea that stories about cars are only interesting to boys is completely untrue. The girls listen to them no less willingly. Therefore, tell your children more fairy tales. Folk stories are beyond competition, they are complete, instructive, and poetic. More than one generation has grown up with them; our great-great-grandmothers knew them. But if a fairy tale about a car becomes a favorite, you should not deny your child the pleasure of listening to it. And the main thing in parenting is to spend more time with your kids!

MASHA AND OIKA

Once upon a time there were two girls in the world. One girl's name was Masha, and the other was Zoyka. Masha loved to do everything herself. She eats the soup herself. She drinks milk from a cup herself. She puts the toys in the drawer herself.

But Zoya herself doesn’t want to do anything and just says:

- Oh, I don’t want to! Oh, I can't! Oh, I won't! All “oh” and “oh”! So they began to call her not Zoyka, but Oika.

WHEN IS IT OK TO CRY?

In the morning Masha cried.

The Cockerel looked out the window and said:

- Don't cry, Masha! In the morning I sing “ka-ka-re-ku”, and you cry and prevent me from singing.

Masha cried during the day.

The Grasshopper crawled out of the grass and said:

- Don't cry, Masha! All day I chirp in the grass, and you cry - and no one hears me.

Masha cried in the evening.

Frogs jumped out of the pond.

- Don't cry, Masha! - say the frogs. “We love to croak in the evening, but you bother us.”

Masha cried at night.

The Nightingale flew in from the garden and sat on the window.

- Don't cry, Masha! At night I sing beautiful songs, but you disturb me.

- When should I cry? - asked Masha.

“Don’t ever cry,” said my mother. - After all, you are already a big girl.

A TALE ABOUT THE RUDE WORD “GO AWAY”

Masha and Oika built a house from blocks.

The Mouse came running and said:

- What a beautiful house! Can I live in it?

- Get out of here, Mouse! - Oika said in a rough voice.

Masha cried:

- Why did you drive the Mouse away? The mouse is good.

- And you too leave, Masha! - Oika said in a rough voice.

Masha was offended and left.

The sun looked through the window.

- Shame on you, Oika! - said the Sun. - Masha is your friend. Is it possible to tell a friend to “go away”?

Oika ran to the window and shouted to the Sun:

- And you too leave!

The Sun said nothing and left the sky somewhere. It became dark. Very, very dark. Oika went into the forest. And it’s dark in the forest too. Oika walked and walked in the dark, and almost fell into a large hole.

Oika became scared.

-Where am I going? - Oika cried. - Where is my house? This way I’ll go straight to the Gray Wolf! Oh, I will never say “go away” to anyone again.

The Sun heard her words and came out into the sky. It became light and warm.

And then Masha comes along.

Oika was delighted and said:

- Come to me, Masha. Let's build a new house for the Mouse. Let him live there.

THE TALE OF AN ILL-BASED MOUSE

There lived one ill-mannered little mouse in the forest.

In the morning he didn’t say “good morning” to anyone. And in the evening I didn’t say “good night” to anyone.

All the animals in the forest were angry with him. They don't want to be friends with him. They don't want to play with him. They don't offer berries.

The Mouse felt sad.

Early in the morning the Mouse came running to Masha and said:

- Masha, Masha! How can I make peace with all the animals in the forest?

Masha said to the Mouse:

- In the morning you have to say “good morning” to everyone. And in the evening you need to say “good night” to everyone. And then everyone will be friends with you.

The Mouse ran to the hares. He said “good morning” to all the hares. And dad, and mom, and grandma, and grandpa, and little Bunny.

The hares smiled and gave the Mouse a carrot.

The Mouse ran to the squirrels. Said “good morning” to all the squirrels. And dad, and mom, and grandmother, and grandfather, and even little Squirrel.

The squirrels laughed and praised the Mouse.

The Mouse ran for a long time through the forest. He said “good morning” to all the animals, big and small.

The Mouse ran to the Forest Bird. The Forest Bird made a nest at the very top of a tall pine tree.

- Good morning! - shouted the Mouse.

- Good morning! - the Mouse shouted with all his might.

Still, the Forest Bird does not hear him.

Nothing to do. The Mouse climbed up the pine tree.

It's hard for the Mouse to climb. It clings to the bark and branches with its paws. A White Cloud floated past.

- Good morning! - the Mouse shouted to the White Cloud.

- Good morning! — White Cloud answered quietly.

The Mouse crawls even higher. An airplane flew past.

- Good morning, Airplane! - shouted the Mouse.

- Good morning! — the Airplane boomed loudly.

Finally the Mouse reached the top of the tree.

- Good morning, Forest Bird! - said the Mouse. - Oh, how long it took me to get to you!

The Forest Bird laughed:

- Good night, Little Mouse! Look, it's already dark. Night has already come. It's time to say "good night" to everyone.

> Tales about Cars and about the Car

Cars are one of the most favorite toys of all little boys. That is why we invite you to introduce your baby to magical and amazing fairy tales about them.

You can read online fairy tales about cars in the “Casket of Fairy Tales”. By visiting the portal, you discover an amazing world that will be of interest to both very young children and older ones. And adults will be able to feel like children again by reading these incredible fairy tales. In addition, you can organize home performances based on such fairy tales, because every boy has several cars among his toys. Fairy tales about cars for kids are great entertainment that can replace a child’s TV, tablet or computer and awaken a child’s desire to learn to read as quickly as possible.

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What is a fairy tale?

Although modern fairy tales are slightly different from ancient folk tales, the main features of the classical genre are preserved. So what is a fairy tale?

Its name comes from the Old Russian word “skaz”, that is, story, conversation. This is an oral narrative about fictional, fantastic events and characters. The peculiarity of this genre is that the fairy tale ends happily, the conflict between good and negative heroes is resolved in favor of the former. That is, to put it simply, good triumphs over evil. In addition, animals and plants, objects and natural phenomena in such works can act and talk like people.

What kind of fairy tales are there?

As we said above, folk tales are also called folklore. There is a second type of this amazing genre - author's, or literary.

Modern fairy tales are not so different from folklore ones. These amazing works today have only been enriched with characters and, accordingly, views.

Folklore stories were previously divided into only three categories:

about animals;
magical;
household

The last to emerge were everyday fairy tales (social). They were already more for adults than for children, and could contain elements of humor and satire.

about ordinary cars;
about transformers;
about specialized vehicles (remember cartoons about cars, for example, “Chuck the Truck,” “The Adventures of the Little Engines,” or the cartoon about the Tayo bus).

Why tell children bedtime stories?

Good fairy tales about cars are a good alternative to folklore ones; the main thing is to choose truly positive, educational and educational options. And it’s worth reading them to children in any case. A good fairy tale and its characters will not only serve as a “sleeping pill,” but can also give a child an idea of life, become a useful lesson, or tell about different situations. Stories in which cars are the main characters are no less interesting to children than those about animals, heroic heroes or fairies.

A Tale of a Fire Truck

So, let's start with the traditional "once upon a time."

This is where the fairy tale could have ended if there had not been a real fire in the city. A big, big house caught fire. All the fire trucks rushed there. Our car also flew to the call. She arrived first and boldly rushed to put out the fire. The fire had almost given up, but suddenly the hose of the machine hung like a rag, and not a drop of water flowed out of it anymore. The machine cheated and filled only one compartment. Fortunately, other vehicles arrived in time and put out the fire. And our sad car went home to its garage. If she had not been lazy about getting water, she would have defeated the fire herself and become a heroine machine.

A fairy tale about a tractor

Often the tired driver fell asleep on the way back, and the tractor itself drove slowly along the familiar road. He always delivered his cargo safe and sound.

What happened to you? - asked the tractor. - Why are you standing here?

“I drove off the road in the dark,” the trailer answered him sadly. - While I was wandering through the forest, I spent all my fuel. Now I can’t get home, and my cows are hungry and asking for food.

The tractor felt sorry for both the trailer and the cows, but he did not know how to help. The owner always ordered the cargo to be delivered to him safe and sound.

Listen, tractor, you have fuel and food for my cows, right? Share with me so I can get out of the forest! - the trailer suddenly asked.

About the braggart racer

The fairy tale begins with a story about a large garage where cars lived. It was cozy here, but sometimes the older cars boasted too much of their victories, and the newcomers felt uncomfortable with this boasting. After all, they just arrived in this garage and did not participate in real races.

Oh, are you talking about this braggart? So he doesn't take part in the rally at all!

How? - the cars were surprised. - After all, he told us that he always wins!

A fairy tale about a car with a red body

Others got tired of it and stopped inviting her to their place. The fairy tale about the red car could have ended there, but suddenly news arrived that a very important customer - the owner's little son - was coming to the store to choose a toy. The toys began to wait for him and preen themselves. And then the boy came. He looked at the cars for a long, long time and couldn’t choose everything. His dad began to help him and said:

Look, look what a beautiful red car. Take her!

But the boy was very serious and smart beyond his years.

Not everything that is red is beautiful! - he said and chose a small silver car.

The red car felt ashamed for its boasting. She began to wait for her buyer and never again boasted of her bright body.

How work machines changed places

Three cars lived in one garage: a bulldozer, a crane and a truck. The fairy tale about working machines will tell us how easy it was for friends to work together until they quarreled.

Do you think it’s only your job that’s so difficult? And look at the crane, what stones it lifts with its thin “hand”! Or maybe you think it’s easy for a bulldozer? After all, he works from morning to night without rest, clearing and leveling the ground, lifting from the depths stones larger than himself!

You served me faithfully for a long, long time. Each of you did your job properly and quickly. But once you start to think that someone else’s work is easier than yours, then go ahead and change. Let's see how you work in someone else's place, fulfilling someone else's responsibilities. And the cars were happy and rushed to the construction site.

How work machines changed places. Continuation

The truck took the place of the bulldozer, the crane began to transport loads, and the bulldozer began to lift stones. At first, the friends were happy with these changes, but when it came to work...

“So,” he says, “I’m so tired that I don’t have any strength.” It was as if he had been working for a week without rest. I don't want to do this anymore!

And then the truck supported him:

Oh, and the work of a bulldozer is difficult. Carrying my loads is even easier!

Finally

There are many fairy tales, stories and stories for children. Their heroes are all different, but each is loved by children and adults in their own way.

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