Part 2
But, like a black iron leg, the poker ran and galloped.
And the knives rushed down the street: “Hey, hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it!” And the pan, as it ran, shouted to the iron: “I’m running, running, running, I can’t hold on!”
So the teapot runs after the coffee pot, chattering, chattering, rattling...
The irons run, quack, and jump over puddles.
And behind them are saucers, saucers - Ding-la-la! Ding-la-la! They rush along the street - Tink-la-la! Ding-la-la! They bump into glasses - ding! - and the glasses - ding! - break.
And he runs, strums, knocks the frying pan: “Where are you going? Where? Where? Where? Where?" And behind her are forks, glasses and bottles, cups and spoons, galloping along the path.
A table fell out of the window and went, went, went, went, went...
And on it, and on it, Like on a horse, the samovar sits and shouts to his comrades: “Go away, run, save yourself!”
And into the iron pipe: “Boo-boo-boo! Boo Boo Boo!"
Fedorino grief
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- Part 3
- Part 4
- Part 5
- Part 6
- part 7
1 part
The sieve gallops through the fields, and the trough through the meadows. The broom followed the shovel along the street.
Axes, axes, just pouring down from the mountain. The goat got scared, widened her eyes: “What is it? Why? I won’t understand anything.”
part 2
But, like a black iron leg, the poker ran and galloped. And the knives rushed down the street: “Hey, hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it!”
And the pan, as it ran, shouted to the iron: “I’m running, running, running, I can’t hold on!” So the teapot runs after the coffee pot, chattering, chattering, rattling... The irons run, clack, and jump over puddles, over puddles.
And behind them are saucers, saucers - Ding-la-la! Ding-la-la! They rush along the street - Tink-la-la! Ding-la-la! They bump into glasses - ding! - and the glasses - ding! - break.
And he runs, strums, knocks the frying pan: “Where are you going? Where? Where? Where? Where?" And behind her are forks, glasses and bottles, cups and spoons, galloping along the path. A table fell out of the window and went, went, went, went, went...
And on it, and on it, Like on a horse, the samovar sits and shouts to his comrades: “Go away, run, save yourself!” And into the iron pipe: “Boo-boo-boo! Boo Boo Boo!"
Part 3
And behind them Grandma Fedora gallops along the fence: “Oh-oh-oh! Oh oh oh! Come home!”
But the trough answered: “I’m angry with Fedora!” And the poker said: “I am not Fedora’s servant!” And the porcelain saucers laugh at Fedora: “We will never, never return here!” Then Fedorina’s cats spread out their tails and ran at full speed. To turn the dishes:
“Hey you stupid plates, why are you jumping like squirrels? Should you run outside the gates with yellow-throated sparrows? You will fall into a ditch, you will drown in a swamp. Don’t go, wait, come back home!” But the plates curl and curl, but Fedora is not given: “We’d better get lost in the field, But we won’t go to Fedora!”
Part 4
A chicken ran past and saw the dishes: “Where, where!” Where-where! Where are you from and where?!”
And the dishes answered: “We had a bad time with the woman, She didn’t love us, She beat us, she beat us, She made us dusty, smoked us, She ruined us!” “Ko-ko-ko! Ko-ko-ko! Life hasn’t been easy for you!” “Yes,” said the copper basin, “Look at us: We are broken, beaten, We are doused in slop. Look into the tub - and you will see a frog there. Look into the tub - cockroaches are swarming there,
That’s why we ran away from the woman like from a toad, And we walk through the fields, Through the swamps, through the meadows, But we won’t return to the dirty slob!”
Part 5
And they ran through the forest, galloped over stumps and over hummocks. And the poor woman is alone, And she cries, and she cries.
A woman would sit down at the table, but the table would go out of the gate. If a woman would cook cabbage soup, go and look for a saucepan! And the cups and glasses were gone, only cockroaches remained. Oh, woe to Fedora, woe!
Part 6
And the dishes go forward and forward Through the fields, through the swamps. And the kettle whispered to the iron: “I can’t go any further.” And the saucers cried: “Isn’t it better to go back?” And the trough began to cry: “Alas, I am broken, broken!”
But the dish said: “Look, who is that behind there?” And they see: Fedora is coming and hobbling after them from the dark forest. But a miracle happened to her: Fedora became kinder. He quietly follows them and sings a quiet song: “Oh, you, my poor orphans, my irons and frying pans! Come home, unwashed, I will wash you with spring water. I’ll clean you with sand, I’ll douse you with boiling water, and you’ll shine like the sun again, And I’ll take out the filthy cockroaches, I’ll take out the cowards and spiders!” And the rolling pin said: “I feel sorry for Fedor.” And the cup said: “Oh, she’s poor!” And the saucers said: “We should go back!” And the irons said: “We are not Fedora’s enemies!”
part 7
For a long, long time she kissed and caressed them, watered them, washed them. She rinsed them.
“I won’t, I won’t hurt the dishes. I will, I will do the dishes And love and respect!” The pots laughed, they winked at Samovar: “Well, Fedora, so be it, we are glad to forgive you!” They flew, rang and went straight to Fedora's oven! They began to fry, they began to bake, - Fedora will have pancakes and pies! And the broom, and the broom, is cheerful - It danced, played, swept, and did not leave a speck of dust on Fedora. And the saucers rejoiced: Ding-la-la! Ding-la-la! And they dance and laugh - Tink-la-la! Ding-la-la!
And on a white stool and on an embroidered napkin the Samovar stands, as if the heat is burning, and puffs, and looks at the woman: “I forgive Fedorushka, I treat you to sweet tea. Eat, eat, Fedora Egorovna!”
Part 3
And behind them Grandma Fedora gallops along the fence: “Oh-oh-oh! Oh oh oh! Come home!”
But the trough answered: “I’m angry with Fedora!” And the poker said: “I am not Fedora’s servant!”
And the porcelain saucers laugh at Fedora: “We will never, never return here!”
Then Fedorina’s cats spread out their tails and ran at full speed. To turn the dishes:
“Hey you stupid plates, why are you jumping like squirrels? Should you run outside the gates with yellow-throated sparrows?
You will fall into a ditch, you will drown in a swamp. Don’t go, wait, come back home!”
But the plates curl and curl, but Fedora is not given: “We’d better get lost in the field, But we won’t go to Fedora!”
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The fairy tale in poetic form by Korney Chukovsky “Fedorino's grief” is an instructive work for children. The author talks about a woman who started her own farm. She stopped caring for animals and keeping dishes and other items in the house clean.
All objects come to life and gradually begin to slip away from the house of such a bad housewife. Even a shovel, a trough, mugs, cups, forks and spoons are running away from her house. The animals also decide, one after another, to move away towards the forest. The story ends with Fedora finding the strength to apologize to all the objects that have come to life. They forgive her and return back. The housewife washes and cleans all the elements of her small household, removes dust, dirt and cobwebs.
Part 4
A chicken ran past and saw the dishes: “Where, where!” Where-where! Where are you from and where?!”
And the dishes answered: “We had a bad time with the woman, She didn’t love us, She beat us, she beat us, She made us dusty, smoked us, She ruined us!”
“Ko-ko-ko! Ko-ko-ko! Life hasn’t been easy for you!” “Yes,” said the copper basin, “Look at us: We are broken, beaten, We are doused in slop. Look into the tub - and you will see a frog there. Look into the tub - Cockroaches are swarming there, That’s why we ran away from the woman like from a toad, And we walk through the fields, Through the swamps, through the meadows, But we won’t return to the slob - the mess!
Part 6
And the dishes go forward and forward Through the fields, through the swamps.
And the kettle whispered to the iron: “I can’t go any further.”
And the saucers cried: “Isn’t it better to go back?”
And the trough began to cry: “Alas, I am broken, broken!”
But the dish said: “Look, who is that behind there?” And they see: Fedora is coming and hobbling after them from the dark forest.
But a miracle happened to her: Fedora became kinder. He quietly follows them and sings a quiet song:
“Oh, you, my poor orphans, my irons and frying pans! Come home, unwashed, I will wash you with spring water. I will clean you with sand, I will douse you with boiling water, and you will again shine like the sun, And I will remove the filthy cockroaches, I will remove the cowards and spiders!”
And the rolling pin said: “I feel sorry for Fedor.” And the cup said: “Oh, she’s poor!”
And the saucers said: “We should go back!”
And the irons said: “We are not Fedora’s enemies!”
Fedorino's tale of grief. Chukovsky K.I.
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The sieve gallops through the fields, and the trough through the meadows. The broom followed the shovel along the street.
Axes, axes, just pouring down from the mountain. The goat got scared, widened her eyes: “What is it? Why? I won’t understand anything.”
2
But, like a black iron leg, the poker ran and galloped. And the knives rushed down the street: “Hey, hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it!”
And the pan, as it ran, shouted to the iron: “I’m running, running, running, I can’t hold on!”
So the teapot runs after the coffee pot, chattering, chattering, rattling... The irons run, clack, and jump over puddles, over puddles. And behind them are saucers, saucers - Ding-la-la! Ding-la-la!
They rush along the street - Tink-la-la! Ding-la-la! They bump into glasses - ding! - and the glasses - ding! - break.
And he runs, strums, knocks the frying pan: “Where are you going? Where? Where? Where? Where?" And behind her are forks, glasses and bottles, cups and spoons, galloping along the path.
A table fell out of the window And went, went, went, went, went... And on it, and on it, Like on a horse, the samovar sits And shouts to his comrades: “Go away, run, save yourself!” And into the iron pipe: “Boo-boo-boo! Boo Boo Boo!"
3
And behind them Grandma Fedora gallops along the fence: “Oh-oh-oh! Oh oh oh! Come home!”
But the trough answered: “I’m angry with Fedora!” And the poker said: “I am not Fedora’s servant!”
And the porcelain saucers laugh at Fedora: “We will never, never return here!”
Then Fedorina’s cats spread out their tails and ran at full speed. To turn the dishes back: “Hey, you stupid plates, Why are you jumping around like squirrels?
Should you run outside the gates with yellow-throated sparrows? You will fall into a ditch, you will drown in a swamp. Don’t go, wait, come back home!”
But the plates curl and curl, but Fedora is not given: “We’d better get lost in the field, But we won’t go to Fedora!”
4
A chicken ran past and saw the dishes: “Where, where!” Where-where! Where are you from and where?!”
And the dishes answered: “We had a bad time with the woman, She didn’t love us, She beat us, she beat us, She made us dusty, smoked us, She ruined us!”
“Ko-ko-ko! Ko-ko-ko! Life hasn’t been easy for you!” “Yes,” said the copper basin, “Look at us: We are broken, beaten, We are doused in slop.
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Look into the tub - and you will see a frog there. Look into the tub - Cockroaches are swarming there, That’s why we ran away from the woman like from a toad, And we walk through the fields, Through the swamps, through the meadows, But we won’t return to the slob - the mess!
5
And they ran through the forest, galloped over stumps and over hummocks. And the poor woman is alone, And she cries, and she cries.
A woman would sit down at the table, but the table would go out of the gate. If a woman would cook cabbage soup, go and look for a saucepan! And the cups and glasses were gone, only cockroaches remained.
Oh, woe to Fedora, woe!
6
And the dishes go forward and forward Through the fields, through the swamps. And the kettle whispered to the iron: “I can’t go any further.”
And the saucers cried: “Isn’t it better to go back?” And the trough began to cry: “Alas, I am broken, broken!”
But the dish said: “Look, who is that behind there?” And they see: Fedora is coming and hobbling after them from the dark forest.
But a miracle happened to her: Fedora became kinder. He quietly follows them and sings a quiet song: “Oh, you, my poor orphans, my irons and frying pans!
Come home, unwashed, I will wash you with spring water. I will clean you with sand, I will douse you with boiling water, and you will again shine like the sun, And I will remove the filthy cockroaches, I will remove the cowards and spiders!”
And the rolling pin said: “I feel sorry for Fedor.” And the cup said: “Oh, she’s poor!” And the saucers said: “We should go back!”
And the irons said: “We are not Fedora’s enemies!”
7
For a long, long time she kissed and caressed them, watered them, washed them. She rinsed them.
“I won’t, I won’t hurt the dishes. I will, I will do the dishes And love and respect!”
The pots laughed, they winked at Samovar: “Well, Fedora, so be it, we are glad to forgive you!”
They flew, rang and went straight to Fedora's oven! They began to fry, they began to bake, - Fedora will have pancakes and pies!
And the broom, and the broom, is cheerful - It danced, played, swept, and did not leave a speck of dust on Fedora. And the saucers rejoiced: Ding-la-la! Ding-la-la! And they dance and laugh - Tink-la-la! Ding-la-la!
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And on a white stool and on an embroidered napkin the Samovar stands, as if the heat is burning, and puffs, and looks at the woman: “I forgive Fedorushka, I treat you to sweet tea. Eat, eat, Fedora Egorovna!”
Chukovsky K.I.
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