The Crow sits on a birch and claps its nose on a branch: clap-clap. She cleaned her nose, looked around and croaked:
— Karr! Carr!
The cat Vaska, dozing on the fence, nearly collapsed with fear and began to grumble:
— Ek, you got it, black head. God bless such a neck! What were you happy about?
- Leave me alone. Once upon a time, don't you see? Ah, how once. Carr-carr-carr! And it's all business and business.
"I'm exhausted, poor thing," Vaska laughed.
- Shut up, couch potato. You’ve been lying all over, all you know is that you’re basking in the sun, but I don’t know peace since morning: I sat on ten roofs, flew around half the city, examined all the nooks and crannies. And you also need to fly to the bell tower, visit the market, dig in the garden. Why am I wasting my time with you, I have no time. Oh, how once!
Crow slapped the knot for the last time with her nose, started up and just wanted to fly up when she heard a terrible scream. A flock of sparrows was rushing along, and some small yellow bird was flying ahead.
- Brothers, hold her, oh, hold her! the sparrows squeaked.
- What? Where? - shouted the Crow, rushing after the sparrows.
The Crow waved its wings a dozen times and caught up with the flock of sparrows. The little yellow bird got out of her last strength and rushed into a small garden where bushes of lilac, currant and bird cherry grew. She wanted to hide from the sparrows chasing her. A yellow bird hid under a bush, and Crow was right there.
- Who will you be? she croaked.
The sparrows sprinkled the bush as if someone had thrown a handful of peas.
They got angry at the yellow bird and wanted to peck at it.
Why do you hate her? asked the Crow.
Why is she yellow? all the sparrows squeaked at once.
The crow looked at the yellow bird: indeed, all yellow, shook her head and said:
- Oh, you bastards. It's not a bird at all! Do such birds exist? But anyway, get out. I need to talk to this monster. She only pretends to be a bird.
The sparrows squealed, crackled, got even more angry, but there was nothing to do - we had to get out.
Conversations with the Crow are short: enough with the wearer that the spirit is out.
Having dispersed the sparrows, the Crow began to probe the little yellow bird, which was breathing heavily and looking so plaintively with its black eyes.
- Who will you be? asked the Crow.
- I'm Canary.
“Look, do not deceive, otherwise it will be bad.” If it wasn't for me, the sparrows would have pecked at you.
“Yes, I am a Canary.
— Where did you come from?
And I lived in a cage. she was born in a cage, and grew up, and lived. I kept wanting to fly like other birds. The cage was on the window, and I kept looking at the other birds. They had so much fun, and it was so crowded in the cage. Well, the girl Alyonushka brought a cup of water, opened the door, and I escaped. She flew, flew around the room, and then flew out the window.
What were you doing in the cage?
— I sing well.
- Come on, sleep.
The canary is asleep. The crow cocked its head to one side and wondered.
- You call that singing? Haha. Your hosts were stupid if they fed you for such singing. If there was anyone to feed, then a real bird, like me, for example. Just now she croaked, - so the rogue Vaska almost fell off the fence. Here is the singing!
— I know Vaska. The scariest animal. How many times did he get close to our cage. The eyes are green, and they burn, they will release their claws.
- Well, who is afraid, and who is not. He's a big rogue, that's true, but there's nothing terrible. Well, let's talk about that later. I still can't believe you're a real bird.
“Really, aunty, I’m a bird, quite a bird. All canaries are birds.
- Okay, okay, we'll see. But how will you live?
- I need a little: a few grains, a piece of sugar, a cracker - that's full.
- Look what a lady! Well, you can still manage without sugar, but somehow you will get grains. Actually, I like you. Do you want to live together? On my birch - great nest.
- Thanks to. Just the sparrows.
- You will live with me, so no one will dare to touch a finger. Not like sparrows, but the rogue Vaska knows my character. I don't like to joke.
The canary immediately cheered up and flew along with the Crow. Well, the nest is excellent, if only a cracker and a piece of sugar.
The Crow and the Canary began to live and live in the same nest. Although the crow sometimes liked to grumble, it was not an evil bird. The main flaw in her character was that she envied everyone, and considered herself offended.
“Well, how are stupid chickens better than me?” And they are fed, they are looked after, they are protected, - she complained to the Canary. - Also here to take pigeons. What is the use of them, but no, no, and they will throw them a handful of oats. It's also a stupid bird. And as soon as I fly up - now everyone starts to drive me in three necks. Is it fair? Moreover, they scold after: “Oh, you crow!” Have you noticed that I will be better than others and more beautiful? Suppose you don’t have to say this about yourself, but you force yourself. Is not it?
Canary agreed with everything:
— Yes, you big bird.
— That's what it is. They keep parrots in cages, take care of them, but why is a parrot better than me? Yes, the most stupid bird. He only knows what to yell and mutter, but no one can understand what he is mumbling about. Is not it?
- Yes, we also had a parrot and terribly bothered everyone.
- But you never know other such birds will be typed, which live for no one knows why! Starlings, for example, will fly like crazy from nowhere, live through the summer and fly away again. Swallows, too, tits, nightingales - you never know such rubbish will be typed. Not a single serious, real bird at all. It smells a little cold, that's all and let's run away, wherever your eyes look.
In essence, the Crow and the Canary did not understand each other. The Canary did not understand this life in the wild, and the Crow did not understand in captivity.
- Really, aunty, no one has ever thrown a grain to you? Canary wondered. - Well, one grain?
- What a fool you are. What kind of grains are there? Just look, no matter how someone kills with a stick or a stone. People are very angry.
The Canary could not agree with the last, because people fed her. Maybe this is how it seems to the Crow. However, Canary soon had to see for herself the anger of people. Once she was sitting on the fence, when suddenly a heavy stone whistled over her head. Schoolchildren were walking down the street, they saw a Crow on the fence - why not throw a stone at her?
“Well, have you seen it now? asked the Crow, climbing onto the roof. “They are all like that, that is, people.
“Perhaps you have annoyed them with something, auntie?”
- Absolutely nothing. They're just so angry. They all hate me.
The Canary felt sorry for the poor Crow, whom no one, no one loved. After all, you can't live like that.
Enemies in general were enough. For example, the cat Vaska. With what oily eyes he looked at all the birds, pretended to be asleep, and Canary saw with her own eyes how he grabbed a small, inexperienced sparrow - only the bones crackled and feathers flew. Ooh, scary! Then the hawks are also good: they float in the air, and then like a stone and fall on some careless bird. The canary also saw the hawk dragging the chicken. However, Crow was not afraid of either cats or hawks, and even herself was not averse to feasting on a small bird. At first Canary didn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. Once she saw how a whole flock of sparrows were chasing the Crow. They fly, squeak, crackle. The canary was terribly frightened and hid in the nest.
- Give it back, give it back! the sparrows squealed furiously as they flew over the crow's nest. - What is it? This is robbery!
The crow darted into its nest, and the Canary saw with horror that she had brought in her claws a dead, bloodied sparrow.
"Aunty, what are you doing?"
“Shut up,” Crow hissed.
Her eyes were scary - they glow. The canary closed her eyes in fear so as not to see how the Crow would tear the unfortunate little sparrow.
"She'll eat me someday, too," thought the Canary.
But Crow, having eaten, became kinder each time. He cleans his nose, sits comfortably somewhere on the bough and takes a sweet nap. In general, as the Canary noticed, the aunt was terribly voracious and did not disdain anything. Now she drags a crust of bread, then a piece of rotten meat, then some scraps that she was looking for in the garbage pits. The latter was the Crow's favorite pastime, and the Canary could not understand what pleasure it was to dig in the garbage pit. However, it was difficult to blame Crow: she ate every day as much as twenty canaries would not have eaten. And all Crow's concern was only about food. Sit somewhere on the roof and look out.
When the Crow was too lazy to look for food herself, she indulged in tricks. He will see that the sparrows are pulling something, and now he will rush. As if she is flying by, and she is yelling at the top of her lungs:
“Oh, I have no time, no time at all!
It will fly up, grab the prey and was like that.
“It’s not good, auntie, to take from others,” the indignant Canary once remarked.
- Not good? What if I want to eat all the time?
And others want it too.
Well, others will take care of themselves. It's you, sissies, they feed everyone in cages, and we ourselves must finish everything ourselves. And so, how much do you or a sparrow need? She pecked at the grains and was full for the whole day.
Summer flew by unnoticed. The sun has definitely become colder, and the days are shorter. It began to rain, a cold wind blew. The canary felt like the most miserable bird, especially when it was raining. And Crow doesn't seem to notice.
“So what if it’s raining?” she wondered. - Goes, goes and stops.
“But it’s cold, auntie!” Ah, how cold!
It was especially bad at night. Wet Canary was trembling all over. And the Crow is still angry:
- Here's a sissy! Whether it will still be when the cold hits and it snows.
The crow was even offended. What kind of bird is this if it is afraid of rain, wind, and cold? After all, you can’t live in this world like that. She again began to doubt that this Canary was a bird. Probably just pretending to be a bird.
- Really, I'm a real bird, auntie! said the Canary with tears in her eyes. Only I get cold.
- That's it, look! And it seems to me that you are only pretending to be a bird.
— No, really, I'm not pretending.
Sometimes the Canary thought hard about her fate. Perhaps it would be better to stay in a cage. It's warm and cozy there. She even flew several times to the window where her native cage stood. Two new canaries were already sitting there and envied her.
“Oh, how cold,” the chilled Canary squealed plaintively. - Let me go home.
One morning, when the Canary looked out of the crow's nest, she was struck by a sad picture: the ground was covered with the first snow during the night, like a shroud. Everything was white all around. And most importantly, the snow covered all those grains that the Canary ate. The mountain ash remained, but she could not eat this sour berry. The crow - she sits, pecks at the mountain ash and praises:
- Oh, good berry!
After starving for two days, the Canary fell into despair. What will happen next? That way you can die of hunger.
Canary sits and mourns. And then he sees that the same schoolchildren who threw a stone at Crow ran into the garden, spread a net on the ground, sprinkled delicious flaxseed and ran away.
“Yes, they are not evil at all, these boys,” the Canary was delighted, looking at the spread net. - Auntie, the boys brought me food!
- Good food, nothing to say! Crow growled. "Don't even think about sticking your nose in there." Do you hear? As soon as you start pecking at the grains, you will fall into the net.
- And then what will happen?
And then they put you back in the cage.
The Canary took thought: I want to eat, and I don’t want to be in a cage. Of course, it’s cold and hungry, but still it’s much better to live in the wild, especially when it’s not raining.
For several days the Canary was fastened, but hunger is not an aunt - she was tempted by the bait and fell into the net.
- Father, guard! she squealed plaintively. “Never again. It's better to starve to death than to end up in a cage again!
It now seemed to the canary that there was nothing better in the world than a crow's nest. Well, yes, of course, it happened both cold and hungry, but still - full will. Wherever she wanted, she flew there. She even cried. The boys will come and put her back in the cage. Fortunately for her, she flew past Raven and saw that things were bad.
- Oh, you stupid! she grumbled. “I told you not to touch the bait.
“Aunty, I won’t do it again.
The crow arrived just in time. The boys were already running to capture the prey, but the Crow managed to break the thin net, and the Canary found herself free again. The boys chased the damned Crow for a long time, threw sticks and stones at her and scolded her.
- Oh, how good! - the Canary rejoiced, finding herself again in her nest.
- That's good. Look at me, - grumbled the Crow.
The Canary lived again in the crow's nest and no longer complained of cold or hunger. Once the Crow flew off to prey, spent the night in the field, and returned home, the Canary lies in the nest with its legs up. Raven made her head on one side, looked and said:
- Well, I said that it's not a bird!
The Crow sits on a birch and pats its nose on a branch: clap-clap. She cleaned her nose, looked around and croaked:
- Carr... carr!
The cat Vaska, dozing on the fence, nearly collapsed with fear and began to grumble:
- Ek took you, black head ... God grant such a neck! .. What did you rejoice at?
- Leave me alone... I don't have time, can't you see? Oh, how once ... Carr-carr-carr! .. And all the business and business.
"I'm tired, poor thing," Vaska laughed.
- Shut up, couch potato ... You've been lying all over your sides, all you know is that you can bask in the sun, but I don’t know peace since morning: I sat on ten roofs, flew around half the city, examined all the nooks and crannies. And you also need to fly to the bell tower, visit the market, dig in the gardens ... Why am I wasting time with you - I have no time. Oh, how once!
Crow slapped the knot for the last time with her nose, started up and just wanted to fly up when she heard a terrible scream. A flock of sparrows was rushing along, and some small yellow bird was flying ahead.
- Brothers, hold her ... oh, hold her! - sparrows squeaked.
- What? Where? - shouted the Crow, rushing after the sparrows.
The Crow waved its wings a dozen times and caught up with the flock of sparrows. The little yellow bird got out of her last strength and rushed into a small garden where bushes of lilac, currant and bird cherry grew. She wanted to hide from the sparrows chasing her. A yellow bird hid under a bush. and the Crow is right there.
- Who are you going to be! she croaked. The sparrows sprinkled the bush as if someone had thrown a handful of peas.
They got angry at the yellow bird and wanted to peck at it.
Why do you hate her? - asked the Crow.
- And why is it yellow ... - all the sparrows squeaked at once.
The crow looked at the little yellow bird: indeed, all yellow, shook her head and said:
- Oh, you mischievous people... It's not a bird at all!.. Do such birds exist? She's just pretending to be a bird...
The sparrows squealed, crackled, became even more angry, but there was nothing to do - we had to get out. Conversations with the Crow are short: enough with the wearer that the spirit is out.
Having dispersed the sparrows, Crow began to probe the little yellow bird, which was breathing heavily and staring so plaintively with its black eyes.
- Who will you be? - asked the Crow.
- I am Canary...
- Look, do not deceive, otherwise it will be bad. If it wasn't for me, the sparrows would have pecked at you...
- Right, I am a Canary ...
- Where did you come from?
- And I lived in a cage ... I was born in a cage, and grew up, and lived. I kept wanting to fly like other birds. The cage stood on the window, and I kept looking at the other birds ... They had so much fun, but it was so crowded in the cage. Well, the girl Alyonushka brought a cup of water, opened the door, and I escaped. She flew, flew around the room, and then flew out the window.
What were you doing in the cage?
- I sing well...
- Come on, sleep.
The canary is asleep. The crow cocked its head to one side and wondered.
- You call it singing? Ha ha ... Your masters were stupid if they fed you for such singing. If only someone to feed, then a real bird, like, for example, me ... Just now she croaked, - so the rogue Vaska almost fell off the fence. Here is the singing!
- I know Vaska ... The most terrible beast. How many times did he get close to our cage. The eyes are green, they burn, they will release their claws ...
- Well, who is afraid, and who is not ... He is a big rogue - that's true, but there is nothing terrible. Well, yes, we'll talk about this later ... But I still can't believe that you are a real bird ...
“Really, auntie, I am a bird, quite a bird. All canaries are birds...
- Okay, okay, we'll see ... But how will you live?
- I don’t need much: a few grains, a piece of sugar, a cracker, - that’s full.
- Look what a lady ... Well, you can still get by without sugar, but somehow you will get grains. Actually, I like you. Do you want to live together? I have a great nest on the birch...
- Thanks to. Just the sparrows...
- You will live with me, so no one will dare to touch a finger. Not like sparrows, but the rogue Vaska knows my character well. I don't like to joke...
The canary immediately cheered up and flew along with the Crow. Well, the nest is excellent, if only a cracker and a piece of sugar ...
The Crow and the Canary began to live and live in the same nest. Although the crow sometimes liked to grumble, it was not an evil bird. The main flaw in her character was that she envied everyone, and considered herself offended.
- Well, what's better than me stupid chickens? And they are fed, they are looked after, they are protected, - she complained to the Canary. - Also here to take pigeons ... What is the use of them, but no, no, and they will throw them a handful of oats. Also a stupid bird ... And as soon as I fly up - now everyone starts to drive me in three necks. Is it fair? Moreover, they scold after: “Oh, you crow!” Have you noticed that I will be better than others, and even prettier? .. Suppose you don’t have to say this about yourself, but you force yourself. Is not it?
The canary agreed with everything.
- Yes, you are a big bird ...
- That's what it is. They keep parrots in cages, take care of them, but why is a parrot better than me? .. So, the most stupid bird. He only knows what to yell and mutter, but no one can understand what he is mumbling about. Is not it?
- Yes, we also had a parrot and terribly bothered everyone.
- But you never know other such birds will be typed, which live for no one knows why! Swallows, too, tits, nightingales - you never know such rubbish will be typed. Not a single serious, real bird at all ... It smells a little cold, - that's it, and let's run away wherever your eyes look.
In essence, Crow and Canary did not understand each other. The Canary did not understand this life in the wild, and the Crow did not understand life in captivity.
- Really, auntie, no one has ever thrown a grain to you? wondered the Canary. - Well, one grain?
- How stupid are you ... What kind of grains are there? Just look, no matter how someone kills with a stick or a stone. People are very mean...
With the latter, the Canary could not agree in any way, because people fed her. Maybe this is how it seems to the Crow ... However, the Canary soon had to convince herself of human anger. Once she was sitting on the fence, when suddenly a heavy stone whistled over her head. Schoolchildren were walking along the street, they saw a Crow on the fence - how not to throw a stone at her?
- Nu that, now saw? - Asked the Crow, climbing onto the roof. - That's all they are, that is, people.
- Perhaps you have annoyed them with something, auntie?
- Absolutely nothing ... Just so angry. They all hate me...
The Canary felt sorry for the poor Crow, whom no one, no one loved. Because you can't live like this...
Enemies in general were enough. For example, the cat Vaska ... With what oily eyes he looked at all the birds, pretended to be sleeping, and the Canary saw with her own eyes how he grabbed a small, inexperienced sparrow - only the bones crunched and feathers flew ... Wow, scary! Then a hawk is also good: it floats in the air, and then like a stone and falls on some careless bird. The canary also saw the hawk dragging the chicken. However, Crow was not afraid of either cats or hawks, and even herself was not averse to feasting on a small bird. At first Canary didn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. Once she saw how a whole flock of sparrows were chasing the Crow. They fly, squeak, crackle ... The canary was terribly frightened and hid in the nest.
- Give it back, give it back! the sparrows squealed furiously as they flew over the crow's nest. - What is it? This is robbery!
The crow darted into its nest, and the Canary saw with horror that she had brought in her claws a dead, bloody sparrow.
- Aunty, what are you doing?
- Shut up ... - hissed Crow.
Her eyes were terrible - they glow ... The canary closed her eyes in fear so as not to see how the Crow would tear the unfortunate little sparrow.
“After all, she will eat me someday,” thought the Canary.
But Crow, having eaten, became kinder each time. He cleans his nose, sits comfortably somewhere on the bough and takes a sweet nap. In general, as the Canary noticed, the aunt was terribly voracious and did not disdain anything. Now she drags a crust of bread, then a piece of rotten meat, then some scraps that she was looking for in the garbage pits. The latter was the Crow's favorite pastime, and the Canary could not understand what pleasure it was to dig in the garbage pit. However, it was difficult to blame Crow: she ate every day as much as twenty canaries would not have eaten. And all the care of the Crow was only about food ... He would sit down somewhere on the roof and look out.
When the Crow was too lazy to look for food herself, she indulged in tricks. He will see that the sparrows are pulling something, and now he will rush. As if flying past, past, and she yells at the top of her lungs:
- Oh, I have no time ... absolutely no time! ..
It will fly up, grab the prey and was like that.
“It’s not good, aunty, to take from others,” the indignant Canary once remarked.
- Not good? What if I want to eat all the time?
And others also want...
Well, others will take care of themselves. It's you, sissies, they feed everyone in cages, and we ourselves must get everything ourselves. And so, how much do you or a sparrow need? .. She pecked at the grains, and is full for the whole day.
Summer flew by unnoticed. The sun has definitely become colder, and the days are shorter. It began to rain, a cold wind blew. The canary felt like the most miserable bird, especially when it was raining. And Crow doesn't seem to notice.
- So what if it's raining? she wondered. - Goes-goes and stops.
- Yes, it's cold, auntie! Ah, how cold!
It was especially bad at night. Wet Canary was trembling all over. And Raven is still angry.
- Here is a sissy! .. Whether it will still be when the cold strikes and it snows.
The crow was even offended. What kind of bird is this if it is afraid of rain, wind, and cold? After all, you can’t live in this world like that. She again began to doubt that this Canary was a bird. Probably just pretending to be a bird...
- Really, I'm a real bird, auntie! said the Canary with tears in her eyes. I just get cold...
- That's it, look! And it seems to me that you are only pretending to be a bird ...
- No, really, I'm not pretending.
Sometimes the Canary thought hard about her fate. Perhaps it would be better to stay in a cage ... It is warm and satisfying there. She even flew several times to the window where her native cage stood. Two new canaries were already sitting there and envied her.
“Oh, how cold…” the chilled Canary squealed plaintively. - Let me go home.
One morning, when the Canary looked out of the crow's nest, she was struck by a sad picture: the ground was covered with the first snow during the night, like a shroud. Everything was white all around ... And most importantly - the snow covered all those grains that the Canary ate. The mountain ash remained, but she could not eat this sour berry. The crow - she sits, pecks at the mountain ash and praises:
- Oh, a good berry! ..
After starving for two days, the Canary fell into despair. What will happen next! .. That way you can die of hunger ...
Canary sits and mourns. And then he sees - the same schoolchildren who threw a stone at Crow ran into the garden, spread a net on the ground, sprinkled delicious flaxseed and ran away.
- Yes, they are not evil at all, these boys, - the Canary was delighted, looking at the spread net. - Auntie, the boys brought me food.
- Good food, nothing to say! - growled the Crow. - You don’t even think to poke your nose in there ... Do you hear? As soon as you start pecking at the grains, you will fall into the net.
- And then what will happen?
- And then they will put you in a cage again ...
The Canary took thought: I want to eat and I don’t want to be in a cage. Of course, it’s cold and hungry, but still it’s much better to live in the wild, especially when it’s not raining.
For several days the Canary was fastened, but - hunger is not an aunt - she was tempted by the bait and fell into the net.
“Fathers, guards!” she squeaked plaintively. - I will never again ... It is better to die of hunger than to fall into a cage again.
It now seemed to the canary that there was nothing better in the world than a crow's nest. Well, yes, of course, it happened both cold and hungry, but still - full will. Wherever she wanted, she flew there ... She even began to cry. The boys will come and put her back in the cage. Fortunately for her, she flew past Raven and saw that things were bad.
- Oh, you stupid! .. - she grumbled. - After all, I told you not to touch the bait.
- Aunty, I won't do it anymore...
The crow arrived just in time. The boys were already running to capture the prey, but the Crow managed to break the thin net, and the Canary found herself free again. The boys chased the damned Crow for a long time, throwing sticks and stones at her and scolding her.
- Oh, how good! rejoiced the Canary, finding herself again in her nest.
- That's good. Look at me ... - grumbled the Crow.
The Canary lived again in the crow's nest and no longer complained of cold or hunger. Once the Crow flew off to prey, spent the night in the field, and returned home, the Canary lies in the nest with its legs up. Raven made her head on one side, looked and said:
- Well, I said that it's not a bird! That's
In the collection "Alyonushka's Tales" by D.N. Mamin-Sibiryak there is a fairy tale dedicated to birds. Its main characters are Crow and Canary. These two people met in a very unusual way. One day Crow saw sparrows chasing a small yellow bird. And since the Crow is a curious creature, it became interesting to her what kind of wonderful creature is running away from sparrows?
Having driven away the sparrows nodding in every way from the breathless fugitive, Crow began to ask the unusual bird about who she was and where she came from. It turned out that the little yellow creature was called Canary and that she lived in a cage with the girl Alyonushka. It was cramped in the cage, and the Canary managed to fly out of it as soon as the opportunity arose. The canary really wanted to be free and live in the wild, like the rest of the birds she saw from her cage through the window.
From a conversation with the Canary, Crow learned that the tiny bird was completely unsuited to independent living. And the Crow invited her to live in her nest on a birch. The canary brightened up the lonely life of the Crow, which was not loved by either birds or people. The crow shared her grievances with a small bird, and she only agreed with her, agreeing with everything that the crow would say.
While the weather was warm, the Canary was completely satisfied with the free life. But when autumn came and the cold began, the bird, spoiled by life at home, began to freeze. She remembered more and more often how good it was to live in a cage, where it was always warm and cozy and there was no need to worry about looking for food.
Once the Canary saw how the boys spread a net on the ground and poured grains on top. The crow explained to her that it was a trap. The canary, at first heeding the advice of a friend, bypassed the trap, but one day, unable to stand it, flew right onto the net and began to peck at the grains. The trap collapsed, and then the Canary realized that she absolutely did not want to be in a cramped cage again. It is better to starve and freeze, but to be a free bird.
Crow, seeing that her ward was in trouble, rushed to help. She broke the net with her strong beak and freed the Canary. So the Canary was again in the Crow's nest. But the weather worsened every day, soon the snow fell. The canary continued to freeze, but patiently endured all hardships. After all, she voluntarily chose freedom. Once the Crow, returning to the nest, found that the Canary showed no signs of life. The cold killed the little heat-loving bird that wanted so much to be free. Takovo summary fairy tales.
The main idea of the tale “About Voronushka - Black Head and yellow bird Canary” is that a person striving for a free and independent life must be aware that such a life requires certain qualities and abilities. The canary, although striving to be free, was not adapted to life in the wild. This inability to harsh conditions free life in the end and ruined the pampered bird. The fairy tale teaches to make conscious and balanced decisions that do not lead to sad consequences.
In the fairy tale, I liked the Crow. This bird with a difficult character, for which many did not like her, turned out to be able to take care of a weak creature. She saved the Canary from sparrows and invited her to live in her nest. But the Crow failed to understand that the Canary was not adapted to the harsh winter conditions, she was genuinely perplexed to find that the Canary had died from the cold.
What proverbs fit the story?
It’s good for a bird in a golden cage, and even better on a green branch.
A free sparrow and a nightingale in a cage envies.
The Crow sits on a birch and claps its nose on a branch: clap-clap. She cleaned her nose, looked around and croaked:
- Carr... carr!
The cat Vaska, dozing on the fence, nearly collapsed with fear and began to grumble:
- Ek you took, black head ... God grant such a neck! .. What did you rejoice at?
— Leave me alone... I don't have time, don't you see? Oh, how once ... Carr-carr-carr! .. And everything is business and business.
"I'm exhausted, poor thing," Vaska laughed.
“Shut up, couch potato... You’ve been lying all over your sides, all you know is to bask in the sun, but I don’t know peace since morning: I sat on ten roofs, flew around half the city, examined all the nooks and crannies. And I also need to fly to the bell tower, visit the market, dig in the garden ... Why am I wasting my time with you - I have no time. Oh, how once!
Crow slapped the knot for the last time with her nose, started up and just wanted to fly up when she heard a terrible scream. A flock of sparrows was rushing along, and some small yellow bird was flying ahead.
— Brothers, hold her... oh, hold her! the sparrows squeaked.
- What? Where? - shouted the Crow, rushing after the sparrows.
The Crow waved its wings a dozen times and caught up with the flock of sparrows. The little yellow bird got out of her last strength and rushed into a small garden where bushes of lilac, currant and bird cherry grew. She wanted to hide from the sparrows chasing her. A yellow bird hid under a bush, and Crow was right there.
- Who will you be? she croaked.
The sparrows sprinkled the bush as if someone had thrown a handful of peas.
They got angry at the yellow bird and wanted to peck at it.
Why do you hate her? asked the Crow.
“But why is it yellow?” all the sparrows squeaked at once.
The crow looked at the yellow bird: indeed, all yellow, shook her head and said:
“Oh, you mischievous people... It’s not a bird at all!.. Do such birds exist? She's only pretending to be a bird...
The sparrows squealed, crackled, got even more angry, but there was nothing to do - we had to get out.
Conversations with the Crow are short: enough with the wearer that the spirit is out.
Having dispersed the sparrows, the Crow began to probe the little yellow bird, which was breathing heavily and looking so plaintively with its black eyes.
- Who will you be? asked the Crow.
- I'm Canary...
“Look, do not deceive, otherwise it will be bad.” If it wasn't for me, the sparrows would peck at you...
- Right, I'm a Canary ...
— Where did you come from?
- And I lived in a cage ... in a cage and was born, and grew up, and lived. I kept wanting to fly like other birds. The cage stood on the window, and I kept looking at the other birds... They had so much fun, but it was so crowded in the cage. Well, the girl Alyonushka brought a cup of water, opened the door, and I escaped. She flew, flew around the room, and then flew out the window.
What were you doing in the cage?
- I sing well...
- Come on, sleep.
The canary is asleep. The crow cocked its head to one side and wondered.
- You call that singing? Ha-ha... Your hosts were stupid if they fed you for such singing. If I had to feed someone, then a real bird, like, for example, me ... This morning she croaked, - so the rogue Vaska almost fell off the fence. Here is the singing!
— I know Vaska... The most terrible animal. How many times did he get close to our cage. The eyes are green, they burn, they will release their claws ...
- Well, who is afraid, and who is not ... He is a big rogue, that's true, but there is nothing terrible. Well, yes, we'll talk about this later ... But I still can't believe that you are a real bird ...
“Really, aunty, I’m a bird, quite a bird. All canaries are birds...
- All right, all right, we'll see ... But how will you live?
- I need a little: a few grains, a piece of sugar, a cracker - that's full.
“Look, what a lady! .. Well, you can still manage without sugar, but somehow you will get grains. Actually, I like you. Do you want to live together? I have a great nest on a birch...
- Thanks to. Just the sparrows...
- You will live with me, so no one will dare to touch a finger. Not like sparrows, but the rogue Vaska knows my character. I don't like to joke...
The canary immediately cheered up and flew along with the Crow. Well, the nest is excellent, if only a cracker and a piece of sugar ...
The Crow and the Canary began to live and live in the same nest. Although the crow sometimes liked to grumble, it was not an evil bird. The main flaw in her character was that she envied everyone, and considered herself offended.
“Well, how are stupid chickens better than me?” And they are fed, they are looked after, they are protected, - she complained to the Canary. - Also here to take pigeons ... What good are they, but no, no, and they will throw them a handful of oats. Also a stupid bird ... And as soon as I fly up - now everyone starts to drive me in three necks. Is it fair? Moreover, they scold after: “Oh, you crow!” Have you noticed that I will be better than others and even prettier? .. Suppose you don’t have to say this about yourself, but you force yourself. Is not it?
Canary agreed with everything:
Yes, you are a big bird...
— That's what it is. They keep parrots in cages, take care of them, but why is a parrot better than me? .. So, the most stupid bird. He only knows what to yell and mutter, but no one can understand what he is mumbling about. Is not it?
- Yes, we also had a parrot and terribly bothered everyone.
- But you never know other such birds will be typed, which live for no one knows why! .. Starlings, for example, will fly like crazy out of nowhere, live through the summer and fly away again. Swallows, too, tits, nightingales - you never know such rubbish will be typed. Not a single serious, real bird at all ... It smells a little cold, that's it, and let's run away wherever your eyes look.
In essence, the Crow and the Canary did not understand each other. The Canary did not understand this life in the wild, and the Crow did not understand in captivity.
- Really, aunty, no one has ever thrown a grain to you? Canary wondered. - Well, one grain?
— What a fool you are... What kind of grains are there? Just look, no matter how someone kills with a stick or a stone. People are very mean...
The Canary could not agree with the last, because people fed her. Maybe this is how it seems to the Crow ... However, the Canary soon had to convince herself of human anger. Once she was sitting on the fence, when suddenly a heavy stone whistled over her head. Schoolchildren were walking down the street, they saw a Crow on the fence - why not throw a stone at her?
“Well, have you seen it now? asked the Crow, climbing onto the roof. “They are all like that, that is, people.
“Perhaps you have annoyed them with something, auntie?”
- Absolutely nothing ... They just get angry. They all hate me...
The Canary felt sorry for the poor Crow, whom no one, no one loved. Because you can't live like this...
Enemies in general were enough. For example, the cat Vaska ... With what oily eyes he looked at all the birds, pretended to be sleeping, and the Canary saw with her own eyes how he grabbed a small, inexperienced sparrow - only the bones crunched and feathers flew ... Wow, scary! Then the hawks are also good: they float in the air, and then like a stone and fall on some careless bird. The canary also saw the hawk dragging the chicken. However, Crow was not afraid of either cats or hawks, and even herself was not averse to feasting on a small bird. At first Canary didn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. Once she saw how a whole flock of sparrows were chasing the Crow. They fly, squeak, crack... The canary was terribly frightened and hid in the nest.
- Give it back, give it back! the sparrows squealed furiously as they flew over the crow's nest. - What is it? This is robbery!
The crow darted into its nest, and the Canary saw with horror that she had brought in her claws a dead, bloodied sparrow.
"Aunty, what are you doing?"
"Shut up..." Crow hissed.
Her eyes were terrible - they glow ... The Canary closed her eyes in fear so as not to see how the Crow would tear the unfortunate little sparrow.
“After all, she will eat me one day,” thought the Canary.
But Crow, having eaten, became kinder each time. He cleans his nose, sits comfortably somewhere on the bough and takes a sweet nap. In general, as the Canary noticed, the aunt was terribly voracious and did not disdain anything. Now she drags a crust of bread, then a piece of rotten meat, then some scraps that she was looking for in the garbage pits. The latter was the Crow's favorite pastime, and the Canary could not understand what pleasure it was to dig in the garbage pit. However, it was difficult to blame Crow: she ate every day as much as twenty canaries would not have eaten. And all the care of the Crow was only about food ... He would sit down somewhere on the roof and look out.
When the Crow was too lazy to look for food herself, she indulged in tricks. He will see that the sparrows are pulling something, and now he will rush. As if she is flying by, and she is yelling at the top of her lungs:
“Ah, I have no time ... absolutely no time! ..
It will fly up, grab the prey and was like that.
“It’s not good, auntie, to take from others,” the indignant Canary once remarked.
- Not good? What if I want to eat all the time?
And others also want...
Well, others will take care of themselves. It's you, sissies, they feed everyone in cages, and we ourselves must finish everything ourselves. And so, how much do you or a sparrow need? .. She pecked at the grains and is full for the whole day.
Summer flew by unnoticed. The sun has definitely become colder, and the days are shorter. It began to rain, a cold wind blew. The canary felt like the most miserable bird, especially when it was raining. And Crow doesn't seem to notice.
“So what if it’s raining?” she wondered. - Goes, goes and stops.
“But it’s cold, auntie!” Ah, how cold!
It was especially bad at night. Wet Canary was trembling all over. And the Crow is still angry:
- Here is a sissy! .. Whether it will still be when the cold strikes and it snows.
The crow was even offended. What kind of bird is this if it is afraid of rain, wind, and cold? After all, you can’t live in this world like that. She again began to doubt that this Canary was a bird. Probably just pretending to be a bird...
- Really, I'm a real bird, auntie! said the Canary with tears in her eyes. - I just get cold...
- That's it, look! And it seems to me that you are only pretending to be a bird ...
— No, really, I'm not pretending.
Sometimes the Canary thought hard about her fate. Perhaps it would be better to stay in a cage ... It is warm and satisfying there. She even flew several times to the window where her native cage stood. Two new canaries were already sitting there and envied her.
“Oh, how cold...” the chilled Canary squealed plaintively. - Let me go home.
One morning, when the Canary looked out of the crow's nest, she was struck by a sad picture: the ground was covered with the first snow during the night, like a shroud. Everything was white around... And most importantly, the snow covered all those grains that the Canary ate. The mountain ash remained, but she could not eat this sour berry. The crow - she sits, pecks at the mountain ash and praises:
- Oh, a good berry! ..
After starving for two days, the Canary fell into despair. What will happen next? .. That way you can die of hunger ...
Canary sits and mourns. And then he sees that the same schoolchildren who threw a stone at Crow ran into the garden, spread a net on the ground, sprinkled delicious flaxseed and ran away.
“Yes, they are not evil at all, these boys,” the Canary was delighted, looking at the spread net. - Auntie, the boys brought me food!
- Good food, nothing to say! Crow growled. “Don’t even think about sticking your nose in there… Do you hear? As soon as you start pecking at the grains, you will fall into the net.
- And then what will happen?
- And then they will put you in a cage again ...
The Canary took thought: I want to eat, and I don’t want to be in a cage. Of course, it’s cold and hungry, but still it’s much better to live in the wild, especially when it’s not raining.
For several days the Canary was fastened, but hunger is not an aunt - she was tempted by the bait and fell into the net.
“Fathers, guards!” she squeaked plaintively. "I'll never do it again... It's better to starve to death than to end up in a cage again!"
It now seemed to the canary that there was nothing better in the world than a crow's nest. Well, yes, of course, it happened both cold and hungry, but still - full will. Wherever she wanted, she flew there ... She even began to cry. The boys will come and put her back in the cage. Fortunately for her, she flew past Raven and saw that things were bad.
“Oh, you stupid!” she grumbled. “I told you not to touch the bait.
"Aunty, I won't do it again..."
The crow arrived just in time. The boys were already running to capture the prey, but the Crow managed to break the thin net, and the Canary found herself free again. The boys chased the damned Crow for a long time, threw sticks and stones at her and scolded her.
- Oh, how good! - the Canary rejoiced, finding herself again in her nest.
- That's good. Look at me ... - grumbled the Crow.
The Canary lived again in the crow's nest and no longer complained of cold or hunger. Once the Crow flew off to prey, spent the night in the field, and returned home, the Canary lies in the nest with its legs up. Raven made her head on one side, looked and said:
- Well, I said that it's not a bird! ..
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The Crow sits on a birch and claps its nose on a branch: clap, clap. She cleaned her nose, looked around and croaked:
- Carr... carr!
The cat Vaska, dozing on the fence, nearly collapsed with fear and began to grumble:
- Ek you took, black head ... God grant such a neck! .. What did you rejoice at?
— Leave me alone... I don't have time, don't you see? Oh, how once ... Carr-carr-carr! .. And everything is business and business.
"I'm exhausted, poor thing," Vaska laughed.
“Shut up, couch potato... You’ve been lying all over your sides, all you know is to bask in the sun, but I don’t know peace since morning: I sat on ten roofs, flew around half the city, examined all the nooks and crannies. And I also need to fly to the bell tower, visit the market, dig in the garden ... Why am I wasting my time with you - I have no time. Oh, how once!
Crow slapped her nose on the bitch for the last time and just wanted to fly up when she heard a terrible scream. A flock of sparrows was rushing along, and some small yellow bird was flying ahead.
— Brothers, hold her... oh, hold her! the sparrows squeaked.
- What? Where? - shouted the Crow, rushing after the sparrows.
The Crow waved its wings a dozen times and caught up with the flock of sparrows. The little yellow bird got out of her last strength and rushed into a small garden where bushes of lilac, currant and bird cherry grew. She wanted to hide from the sparrows chasing her. A yellow bird hid under a bush, and Crow was right there.
- Who will you be? she croaked. The sparrows sprinkled the bush as if someone had thrown a handful of peas.
They got angry at the yellow bird and wanted to peck at it.
Why do you hate her? asked the Crow.
- And why is it yellow? .. - all the sparrows squealed at once. The crow looked at the yellow bird: indeed, all yellow, shook her head and said:
“Oh, you mischievous people... It’s not a bird at all!.. Do such birds exist? She's only pretending to be a bird...
The sparrows squealed, crackled, got even angrier, but there was nothing to do - we had to get out. Conversations with the Crow are short: enough with the wearer that the spirit is out.
Having dispersed the sparrows, the Crow began to probe the little yellow bird, which was breathing heavily and looking so plaintively with its black eyes.
- Who will you be? asked the Crow.
- I'm Canary...
“Look, don’t cheat, otherwise it will be bad.” If it wasn't for me, the sparrows would peck at you...
- Right, I'm a Canary ...
— Where did you come from?
- And I lived in a cage ... in a cage and was born, and grew up, and lived. I kept wanting to fly like other birds. The cage stood on the window, and I kept looking at the other birds... They had so much fun, but it was so crowded in the cage. Well, the girl Alyonushka brought a cup of water, opened the door, and I escaped. She flew, flew around the room, and then flew out the window.
What were you doing in the cage?
- I sing well...
- Come on, sleep.
The canary is asleep. The crow cocked its head to one side and wondered.
- You call that singing? Ha-ha... Your hosts were stupid if they fed you for such singing. If I had to feed someone, then a real bird, like, for example, me ... This morning she croaked, - so the rogue Vaska almost fell off the fence. Here is the singing!
— I know Vaska... The most terrible animal. How many times did he get close to our cage. The eyes are green, they burn, they will release their claws ...
- Well, who is afraid, and who is not ... He is a big rogue, that's true, but there is nothing terrible. Well, yes, we'll talk about this later ... But I still can't believe that you are a real bird ...
“Really, aunty, I’m a bird, quite a bird. All canaries are birds...
- All right, all right, we'll see ... But how will you live?
- I need a little: a few grains, a piece of sugar, a cracker - that's full.
“Look, what a lady! .. Well, you can still manage without sugar, but somehow you will get grains. Actually, I like you. Do you want to live together? I have a great nest on a birch...
- Thanks to. Just the sparrows...
- You will live with me, so no one will dare to touch a finger. Not like sparrows, but the rogue Vaska knows my character. I don't like to joke...
The canary immediately cheered up and flew along with the Crow. Well, the nest is excellent, if only a cracker and a piece of sugar ...
The Crow and the Canary began to live and live in the same nest. Although the crow sometimes liked to grumble, it was not an evil bird. The main flaw in her character was that she envied everyone, and considered herself offended.
“Well, how are stupid chickens better than me?” And they are fed, they are looked after, they are protected, - she complained to the Canary. - Also, here, take pigeons ... What good are they, but no, no, and they will throw them a handful of oats. Also a stupid bird ... And as soon as I fly up, now everyone starts to drive me in three necks. Is it fair? Moreover, they scold after: “Oh, you crow!” Have you noticed that I will be better than others and even prettier? .. Suppose you don’t have to say this about yourself, but you force yourself. Is not it?
Canary agreed with everything:
Yes, you are a big bird...
— That's what it is. They keep parrots in cages, take care of them, but why is a parrot better than me? .. So, the most stupid bird. He only knows what to yell and mutter, but no one can understand what he is mumbling about. Is not it?
- Yes, we also had a parrot and terribly bothered everyone.
- But you never know other such birds will be typed, which live for no one knows why! .. Starlings, for example, will fly like crazy out of nowhere, live through the summer and fly away again. Swallows, too, tits, nightingales - you never know such rubbish will be typed. Not a single serious, real bird at all ... It smells a little cold, that's all and let's run away wherever your eyes look.
In essence, the Crow and the Canary did not understand each other. The Canary did not understand this life in the wild, and the Crow did not understand in captivity.
- Really, aunty, no one has ever thrown a grain to you? Canary wondered. - Well, one grain?
— What a fool you are... What kind of grains are there? Just look, no matter how someone kills with a stick or a stone. People are very mean...
The Canary could not agree with the last, because people fed her. Maybe this is how it seems to the Crow ... However, the Canary soon had to convince herself of human anger. Once she was sitting on the fence, when suddenly a heavy stone whistled over her head. Schoolchildren were walking down the street, they saw a Crow on the fence - how not to throw a stone at her?
“Well, have you seen it now? asked the Crow, climbing onto the roof. “They are all like that, that is, people.
“Perhaps you have annoyed them with something, auntie?”
- Absolutely nothing ... They just get angry. They all hate me...
The Canary felt sorry for the poor Crow, whom no one, no one loved. Because you can't live like this...
Enemies in general were enough. For example, the cat Vaska ... With what oily eyes he looked at all the birds, pretended to be sleeping, and the Canary saw with her own eyes how he grabbed a small, inexperienced sparrow - only the bones crunched and feathers flew ... Wow, scary! Then a hawk is also good: it floats in the air, and then like a stone and falls on some careless bird. The canary also saw the hawk dragging the chicken. However, Crow was not afraid of either cats or hawks, and even herself was not averse to feasting on a small bird. At first Canary didn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. Once she saw how a whole flock of sparrows were chasing the Crow. They fly, squeak, crack... The canary was terribly frightened and hid in the nest.
- Give it back, give it back! the sparrows squealed furiously as they flew over the crow's nest. - What is it? This is robbery!
The crow darted into its nest, and the Canary saw with horror that she had brought in her claws a dead, bloodied sparrow.
"Aunty, what are you doing?"
"Shut up..." Crow hissed.
Her eyes were terrible - they glow ... The Canary closed her eyes in fear so as not to see how the Crow would tear the unfortunate little sparrow.
“After all, she will eat me one day,” thought the Canary.
But Crow, having eaten, became kinder each time. He cleans his nose, sits comfortably somewhere on the bough and takes a sweet nap. In general, as the Canary noticed, the aunt was terribly voracious and did not disdain anything. Now she drags a crust of bread, then a piece of rotten meat, then some scraps that she was looking for in the garbage pits. The latter was the Crow's favorite pastime, and the Canary could not understand what pleasure it was to dig in the garbage pit. However, it was difficult to blame Crow: she ate every day as much as twenty canaries would not have eaten. And all the care of the Crow was only about food ... He would sit down somewhere on the roof and look out.
When the Crow was too lazy to look for food herself, she indulged in tricks. He will see that the sparrows are pulling something, and now he will rush. As if she is flying by, and she is yelling at the top of her lungs:
“Ah, I have no time ... absolutely no time! ..
It will fly up, grab the prey and was like that.
“It’s not good, auntie, to take from others,” the indignant Canary once remarked.
- Not good? What if I want to eat all the time?
And others also want...
Well, others will take care of themselves. It's you, sissies, they feed everyone in cages, and we all have to get ourselves. And so, how much do you or a sparrow need? .. She pecked at the grains and is full for the whole day.
Summer flew by unnoticed. The sun has definitely become colder, and the days are shorter. It began to rain, a cold wind blew. The canary felt like the most miserable bird, especially when it was raining. And Crow doesn't seem to notice.
“So what if it’s raining?” she wondered. - Goes, goes and stops.
“But it’s cold, auntie!” Ah, how cold!
It was especially bad at night. Wet Canary
all trembled. And the Crow is still angry:
- Here is a sissy! .. Whether it will still be when the cold strikes and it snows.
The crow was even offended. What kind of bird is this if it is afraid of rain, wind, and cold? After all, you can’t live in this world like that. She again began to doubt that this Canary was a bird. Probably just pretending to be a bird...
- Really, I'm a real bird, auntie! said the Canary with tears in her eyes. - I just get cold...
- That's it, look! And it seems to me that you are only pretending to be a bird ...
— No, really, I'm not pretending.
Sometimes the Canary thought hard about her fate. Perhaps it would be better to stay in a cage ... It is warm and satisfying there. She even flew several times to the window where her native cage stood. Two new canaries were already sitting there and envied her.
“Oh, how cold...” the chilled Canary squealed plaintively. - Let me go home.
One morning, when the Canary looked out of the crow's nest, she was struck by a sad picture: the ground was covered with the first snow during the night, like a shroud. Everything was white around... And most importantly, the snow covered all those grains that the Canary ate. The mountain ash remained, but she could not eat this sour berry. The crow - she sits, pecks at the mountain ash and praises:
- Oh, a good berry! ..
After starving for two days, the Canary fell into despair. What will happen next? .. That way you can die of hunger ...
Canary sits and mourns. And then he sees that the same schoolchildren who threw a stone at Crow ran into the garden, spread a net on the ground, sprinkled delicious flaxseed and ran away.
“Yes, they are not evil at all, these boys,” the Canary was delighted, looking at the spread net. - Auntie, the boys brought me food.
- Good food, nothing to say! – grumbled the Crow. As soon as you start pecking at the grains, you will fall into the net.
- And then what will happen?
- And then they will put you in a cage again ...
The Canary took thought: I want to eat, and I don’t want to be in a cage. Of course, it’s cold and hungry, but still it’s much better to live in the wild, especially when it’s not raining.
For several days the Canary was fastened, but hunger is not an aunt - she was tempted by the bait and fell into the net.
“Fathers, guards!” she squeaked plaintively. "I'll never do it again... It's better to starve to death than to end up in a cage again!"
It now seemed to the canary that there was nothing better in the world than a crow's nest. Well, yes, of course, it happened both cold and hungry, but still - full will. Wherever she wanted, she flew there ... She even began to cry. The boys will come and put her back in the cage. Fortunately for her, she flew past Raven and saw that things were bad.
“Oh, you stupid!” she grumbled. “I told you not to touch the bait.
"Aunty, I won't do it again..."
The crow arrived just in time. The boys were already running to capture the prey, but the Crow managed to break the thin net, and the Canary found herself free again. The boys chased the damned Crow for a long time, threw sticks and stones at her and scolded her.
- Oh, how good! - the Canary rejoiced, finding herself again in her nest.
- That's good. Look at me ... - grumbled the Crow.
The Canary lived again in the crow's nest and no longer complained of cold or hunger. Once the Crow flew off to prey, spent the night in the field, and returned home, the Canary lies in the nest with its legs up. Raven made her head on one side, looked and said:
- Well, I said that it's not a bird! ..
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