The fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it, a lesson for the good fellow.
Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
International Children's Day was established in November 1949
decision of the session of the International Democratic Federation of Women.
On this day, all children are entitled to additional joys,
treats, entertainment and generous gifts.
"Puss in Boots" is one of the most famous fairy tales of the French writer Charles Perrault. This fairy tale was written in the 17th century and has remained a favorite among children for several centuries.
For a long time in Russia, the three most popular types of plush toys are bears, piglets and puss in boots.
And among all the fairy-tale animals, Puss in Boots is always the most fabulous.
Puss in Boots
A fairy tale with pictures by Charles Perrault
The miller had three sons, and when he died, he left them only a mill, a donkey and a cat.
The brothers divided their father's property among themselves without a judge or a notary, who would quickly swallow all their meager inheritance.
The eldest got the mill. The average one is a donkey. And the youngest had to adopt a cat.
The poor fellow could not console himself for a long time after receiving such a pitiful share of the inheritance.
Brothers, he said, can honestly earn their living if they just stick together. What will happen to me after I eat my cat and make a muff out of its skin? Just starve to death!
The cat heard these words, but did not show it, but said calmly and judiciously:
Don't be sad, master. Give me a bag and order a pair of boots to make it easier to wander through the bushes, and you will see for yourself that you have not been as offended as it seems to you now.
The cat’s owner himself didn’t know whether to believe it or not, but he remembered well what tricks the cat used when he hunted rats and mice, how cleverly he pretended to be dead, sometimes hanging on his hind legs, sometimes burying himself almost headlong in flour. Who knows, what if he actually does something to help in trouble!
As soon as the cat got everything he needed, he quickly put on his shoes, stamped his feet bravely, threw the bag over his shoulder and, holding it by the laces with his front paws, walked into the reserved forest, where there were many rabbits. And in the bag he had bran and hare cabbage.
Stretching out on the grass and pretending to be dead, he began to wait for some inexperienced rabbit, who had not yet had time to experience on his own skin how evil and treacherous the light is, to climb into the bag to feast on the treats stored for him.
He didn’t have to wait long: some young, gullible simpleton rabbit immediately jumped into his bag. Without thinking twice, the cat tightened the laces, and the stupid rabbit was trapped.
After this, proud of his prey, the cat went straight to the palace and asked to be received by the king. He was brought into the royal chambers.
He made a respectful bow to His Majesty and said:
Your Majesty, here is a rabbit from the forests of the Marquis de Carabas (he invented such a name for his owner). My master ordered me to present you with this modest gift.
“Thank your master,” replied the king, “and tell him that he has given me great pleasure.”
A few days later the cat went to the field and there, hiding among the ears of corn, he again opened his bag.
This time two partridges fell into his trap. He quickly tightened his laces and carried them both to the king.
The king willingly accepted this gift and ordered to give the cat a tip.
So two or three months passed. The cat kept bringing the king game, as if it had been hunted by his owner, the Marquis de Carabas.
And then one day the cat found out that the king, together with his daughter, the most beautiful princess in the world, was going to take a carriage ride along the river bank.
The cat immediately ran to his marquis:
Do you agree to listen to my advice? - he asked his master. - In this case, happiness is in our hands. All that is required of you is to go swimming in the river, where I show you. Leave the rest to me.
The Marquis de Carabas obediently carried out everything that the cat advised him, although he had no idea why it was needed.
While he was bathing, the cat hid his master's dress under a large stone.
Soon the royal carriage drove out to the river bank.
The cat rushed as fast as he could and shouted at the top of his lungs:
Here, here! Help! The Marquis de Carabas is drowning!
The king heard this cry, opened the carriage door and, recognizing the cat who had brought him game as a gift so many times, immediately sent his guards to rescue the Marquis de Carabas.
While the poor marquis was being pulled out of the water, the cat managed to tell the king that thieves had stolen everything from the gentleman while he was swimming.
The king immediately ordered his courtiers to bring one of the best outfits in the royal wardrobe for the Marquis de Carabas.
The outfit turned out to be both in time and becoming, and since the Marquis was already a little boy - handsome and stately, having dressed up, he, of course, became even better, and the royal daughter, looking at him, found that he just to her taste.
When the Marquis de Carabas cast two or three glances in her direction, very respectful and at the same time tender, she fell madly in love with him.
Her father also took a liking to the young marquis. The king was very kind to him and even invited him to sit in the carriage and take part in the walk.
The cat was delighted that everything was going like clockwork, and happily ran in front of the carriage.
On the way, he saw peasants mowing hay in the meadow.
“Hey, good people,” he shouted as he ran, “if you don’t tell the king that this meadow belongs to the Marquis de Carabas, you will all be chopped into pieces like pie filling!” Just know!
Just then the royal carriage arrived, and the king asked, looking out of the window:
Whose meadow are you mowing?
However, Marquis, you have a glorious estate here! - said the king.
Yes, sir, this meadow produces excellent hay every year,” the Marquis answered modestly.
Meanwhile, the cat ran forward and forward until he saw reapers working in the field along the road.
Hey, good people,” he shouted, “if you don’t tell the king that all this bread belongs to the Marquis de Carabas, then know that you will all be chopped into pieces, like filling for a pie!”
A minute later the king rode up to the reapers and wanted to know whose fields they were reaping.
Fields of the Marquis de Carabas,” answered the reapers.
And the king again rejoiced for Mister Marquis.
And the cat kept running forward and ordered everyone who came across him to say the same thing: “This is the house of the Marquis de Carabas,” “this is the mill of the Marquis de Carabas,” “this is the garden of the Marquis de Carabas.”
The king could not be surprised at the wealth of the young marquis.
And finally, the cat ran to the gates of the beautiful castle. A very rich cannibal giant lived here. No one in the world has ever seen a giant richer than this. All the lands through which the royal carriage passed were in his possession.
The cat found out in advance what kind of giant he was, what his strength was, and asked to be allowed to see his owner. He, they say, cannot and does not want to pass by without paying his respects.
The cannibal received him with all the courtesy that an cannibal is capable of after a hearty dinner, and suggested that he rest.
“They assured me,” said the cat, “that you can turn into any animal.” Well, for example, you supposedly can turn into a lion or an elephant...
Can! - the giant barked. - And to prove this, I will immediately become a lion! Look!
The cat was so frightened when he saw the lion in front of him that in an instant he climbed up the drainpipe onto the roof, although it was difficult and even dangerous, because it is not so easy to walk on the tiles in boots.
Only when the giant again took on his former appearance did the cat come down from the roof and confess to his owner that he had almost died from fear.
“They also assured me,” he said, “but I just can’t believe this, that you supposedly know how to turn into even the smallest animals.” Well, for example, become a rat or even a mouse. I must tell you the truth that I consider this completely impossible.
Ah, that's how it is! Impossible? - asked the giant. - Come on, look!
And at the same moment he turned into a mouse. The mouse quickly ran across the floor, but the cat chased after it and swallowed it at once.
Meanwhile, the king, passing by, noticed a beautiful castle along the way and wished to enter there.
The cat heard the wheels of the royal carriage rattling on the drawbridge, and, running out to meet him, said to the king:
Welcome to the castle of the Marquis de Carabas, Your Majesty! Welcome!
How, Mister Marquis?! - exclaimed the king. - Is this castle yours too? It is impossible to imagine anything more beautiful than this yard and the buildings around it. Yes, this is just a palace! Let's see what it's like inside, if you don't mind.
The Marquis gave his hand to the beautiful princess and led her after the king, who, as expected, walked in front.
All three of them entered the large hall, where a magnificent dinner had been prepared.
Just on this day, the cannibal invited his friends to his place, but they did not dare to come, having learned that the king was visiting the castle.
The king was fascinated by the merits of Monsieur Marquis de Carabas almost as much as his daughter, who was simply crazy about the marquis.
In addition, His Majesty could not, of course, fail to appreciate the wonderful possessions of the Marquis and, having drained five or six cups, said:
If you want to become my son-in-law, Mister Marquis, it depends only on you. And I agree.
The marquis thanked the king with a respectful bow for the honor shown to him, and on the same day he married the princess.
And the cat became a noble nobleman and since then he hunted mice only occasionally - for his own pleasure.
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Fairytale dictionaries. Russian history.
Russian folk tale for kids
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Fairytale houses 11-20
Write your own stories about those who live in these houses.
Write your own stories about those who live in these houses.
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We make fairy-tale houses from plasticine
or from salt dough
To make salt dough, take equal amounts of salt and flour, add a little water and knead thoroughly to form an elastic dough.
We carefully paint the finished product with gouache.
To ensure the dough hardens thoroughly, dry the products at room temperature for 2-4 days (depending on size).
After complete drying (4-5 days), the product can be coated with transparent varnish - this will make it even more beautiful, more hygienic and more durable.
Various children's toys can be made from salt dough.
Fashion your own house and come up with ideas
who lives in it, what they do,
and what adventures he has.
Pictures “TALES OF THE SEA”
Pictures 42nd - 45th
Write fairy tales or stories based on these pictures.
and tell them to your friends and parents.
Write fairy tales or stories based on these pictures.
and tell them to your friends and parents.
Natural phenomena - 1
Volcanic eruption in South America
Zodiac constellations
Horoscopes for fun
Let's cook and eat 
Bento- a Japanese version of a packed lunch that is taken to school.
Colorfully decorated bentos are very convenient for children's buffets outdoors.
Traditionally, this type of food consists of two parts: half of the entire portion is rice, incl. tinted, the other part is protein products (fish, meat, eggs) and vegetables.
Very often, a bento turns from a simple lunch into a real work of art, which is equally attractive in appearance and taste.
How to build such a wonderful bento -
see on page ""
and in the section ""
Salad Artist's Palette of Delicious Colors
By mixing different “paints” you can get many different colors and shades.
Of course, the range of possible culinary “colors” is much wider than those indicated here - include all the amazing richness of your unbridled creative imagination.
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Also " ".
Dishes for children's delight
Step 1.
Fold a sheet of thick white paper (Whatman paper) or thin white cardboard in half. If the Whatman paper is thin, you can fold it in two layers.
Step 2.
Place the chicken egg in cold water, bring to a boil and cook from boiling for 8-10 minutes. Then rinse briefly with cold water and peel while it is hot (a cold egg is not suitable).
Step 3.
We place the hot egg in a folded sheet of paper, put a wooden stick on top, for example, a round pencil (see photo) and clamp the structure with an elastic band.
Step 4.
Let stand for 10-15 minutes. Ready!
We take out the egg.
Cut in half and use to decorate dishes.
Using a mold, cut out a heart from a thin slice of bread.
Then, in this mold, fry the fried eggs at high speed in oil and place them on the cut-out slice of bread.
The bread can be pre-fryed in oil, turning it into hot toast.
Serve immediately.
Frying eggs in a mold.
Heart mold for frying.
There are special molds for scrambled eggs in the shape of a heart, flower, etc. on sale.
If such a mold is not at hand, it is very easy to make it using scissors from the tin of a suitable tin can.
Flower mold for frying.
Frying an omelet with vegetables in a mold.
These omelets can be used to decorate salads, pate, hot mashed potatoes, porridge, etc.
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Fried eggs fried in a circle cut out of sweet peppers can be served as a hot snack or used to decorate various dishes.
Cut the sausage in half lengthwise, leaving one end connected. We roll the resulting halves connected on one side into a ring and fasten with a wooden toothpick, as shown in the photo.
Place in a heated frying pan with oil and fry on one side.
Turn over, crack the egg into the middle and fry until the fried egg is ready.
We remove the toothpick and use it to garnish various dishes.
When preparing scrambled eggs, rinse and save the shells. Then we paint it in different colors. How to paint - see page.
We fill the shells with soil and germinate various seeds in them.
Candles in eggshells painted in different colors.
Using shaped molds or a knife, using a stencil cut out of whatman paper, we cut out various figures (for example, hearts) from slices of bread.
If desired, these slices can be fried in oil and allowed to cool.
Brush the top and sides of the bread slices with butter. Roll the sides generously in finely chopped herbs.
We put a little caviar on top of the butter, place a thin slice of lemon, plant a rose out of the butter and decorate with a leaf of greenery.
To decorate shaped sandwiches, you can use all sorts of other products depending on your taste and availability.
Options for the composition of the mass for balls:
1) Grated cheese + mayonnaise or thick sour cream.
2) Grind cheese in half with cottage cheese.
The mixture can be seasoned to taste, for example, with crushed garlic.
Knead everything thoroughly until plastic.
Roll the balls after wetting your hands in cold water.
You can place a nut inside each ball.
Then bread some of the balls in sesame seeds, some in sweet paprika, and some in very finely chopped dill.
ADVICE. For very fine cutting, the dill must be allowed to dry thoroughly after rinsing - dried dill can be easily chopped with a knife and sticks well to the cheese balls.
The miller had three sons, and when he died, he left them only a mill, a donkey and a cat.
The brothers divided their father's property among themselves without a judge or a notary, who would quickly swallow all their meager inheritance.
The eldest got the mill. The average one is a donkey. And the youngest had to adopt a cat.
The poor fellow could not console himself for a long time after receiving such a pitiful share of the inheritance.
“Brothers,” he said, “can honestly earn their bread if only they stick together.” What will happen to me after I eat my cat and make a muff out of its skin? Just starve to death!
The cat heard these words, but did not show it, but said calmly and judiciously:
- Don't be sad, master. Give me a bag and order a pair of boots to make it easier to wander through the bushes, and you will see for yourself that you have not been as offended as it seems to you now.
The cat’s owner himself didn’t know whether to believe it or not, but he remembered well what tricks the cat used when he hunted rats and mice, how cleverly he pretended to be dead, sometimes hanging on his hind legs, sometimes burying himself almost headlong in flour. Who knows, what if he actually does something to help in trouble!
As soon as the cat got everything he needed, he quickly put on his shoes, stamped his feet bravely, threw the bag over his shoulder and, holding it by the laces with his front paws, walked into the reserved forest, where there were many rabbits. And in the bag he had bran and hare cabbage.
Stretching out on the grass and pretending to be dead, he began to wait for some inexperienced rabbit, who had not yet had time to experience on his own skin how evil and treacherous the light is, to climb into the bag to feast on the treats stored for him.
He didn’t have to wait long: some young, gullible simpleton rabbit immediately jumped into his bag. Without thinking twice, the cat tightened the laces, and the stupid rabbit was trapped.
After this, proud of his prey, the cat went straight to the palace and asked to be received by the king. He was brought into the royal chambers.
He made a respectful bow to His Majesty and said:
- Your Majesty, here is a rabbit from the forests of the Marquis de Carabas (he invented such a name for his owner). My master ordered me to present you with this modest gift.
Thank your master,” replied the king, “and tell him that he has given me great pleasure.”
A few days later the cat went to the field and there, hiding among the ears of corn, he again opened his bag.
This time two partridges fell into his trap. He quickly tightened his laces and carried them both to the king.
The king willingly accepted this gift and ordered to give the cat a tip.
So two or three months passed. The cat kept bringing the king game, as if it had been hunted by his owner, the Marquis de Carabas.
And then one day the cat found out that the king, together with his daughter, the most beautiful princess in the world, was going to take a carriage ride along the river bank.
The cat immediately ran to his marquis:
- Do you agree to listen to my advice? - he asked his master. - In this case, happiness is in our hands. All that is required of you is to go swimming in the river, where I show you. Leave the rest to me.
The Marquis de Carabas obediently carried out everything that the cat advised him, although he had no idea why it was needed.
While he was bathing, the cat hid his master's dress under a large stone.
Soon the royal carriage drove out to the river bank.
The cat rushed as fast as he could and shouted at the top of his lungs:
- Here, here! Help! The Marquis de Carabas is drowning!
The king heard this cry, opened the carriage door and, recognizing the cat who had brought him game as a gift so many times, immediately sent his guards to rescue the Marquis de Carabas.
While the poor marquis was being pulled out of the water, the cat managed to tell the king that thieves had stolen everything from the gentleman while he was swimming.
The king immediately ordered his courtiers to bring one of the best outfits in the royal wardrobe for the Marquis de Carabas.
The outfit turned out to be both in time and becoming, and since the Marquis was already a little boy - handsome and stately, having dressed up, he, of course, became even better, and the royal daughter, looking at him, found that he just to her taste.
When the Marquis de Carabas cast two or three glances in her direction, very respectful and at the same time tender, she fell madly in love with him.
Her father also took a liking to the young marquis. The king was very kind to him and even invited him to sit in the carriage and take part in the walk.
The cat was delighted that everything was going like clockwork, and happily ran in front of the carriage.
On the way, he saw peasants mowing hay in the meadow.
“Hey, good people,” he shouted as he ran, “if you don’t tell the king that this meadow belongs to the Marquis de Carabas, you will all be chopped into pieces like pie filling!” Just know!
Just then the royal carriage arrived, and the king asked, looking out of the window:
-Whose meadow are you mowing?
- Marquise de Carabas! - the mowers answered in one voice, because the cat scared them to death with his threats.
- However, Marquis, you have a glorious estate here! - said the king.
“Yes, sir, this meadow produces excellent hay every year,” the Marquis answered modestly.
Meanwhile, the cat ran forward and forward until he saw reapers working in the field along the road.
“Hey, good people,” he shouted, “if you don’t tell the king that all this bread belongs to the Marquis de Carabas, then know that you will all be chopped into pieces, like filling for a pie!”
A minute later the king rode up to the reapers and wanted to know whose fields they were reaping.
“The fields of the Marquis de Carabas,” answered the reapers.
And the king again rejoiced for Mister Marquis.
And the cat kept running forward and ordered everyone who came across him to say the same thing: “This is the house of the Marquis de Carabas,” “this is the mill of the Marquis de Carabas,” “this is the garden of the Marquis de Carabas.”
The king could not be surprised at the wealth of the young marquis.
And finally, the cat ran to the gates of the beautiful castle. A very rich cannibal giant lived here. No one in the world has ever seen a giant richer than this. All the lands through which the royal carriage passed were in his possession.
The cat found out in advance what kind of giant he was, what his strength was, and asked to be allowed to see his owner. He, they say, cannot and does not want to pass by without paying his respects.
The cannibal received him with all the courtesy that an cannibal is capable of after a hearty dinner, and suggested that he rest.
“They assured me,” said the cat, “that you can turn into any animal.” Well, for example, you supposedly can turn into a lion or an elephant...
- Can! - the giant barked. - And to prove this, I will immediately become a lion! Look!
The cat was so frightened when he saw the lion in front of him that in an instant he climbed up the drainpipe onto the roof, although it was difficult and even dangerous, because it is not so easy to walk on the tiles in boots.
Only when the giant again took on his former appearance did the cat come down from the roof and confess to his owner that he had almost died from fear.
“They also assured me,” he said, “but I just can’t believe this, that you supposedly know how to turn into even the smallest animals.” Well, for example, become a rat or even a mouse. I must tell you the truth that I consider this completely impossible.
- Oh, that's how it is! Impossible? - asked the giant. - Come on, look!
And at the same moment he turned into a mouse. The mouse quickly ran across the floor, but the cat chased after it and swallowed it at once.
Meanwhile, the king, passing by, noticed a beautiful castle along the way and wished to enter there.
The cat heard the wheels of the royal carriage rattling on the drawbridge, and, running out to meet him, said to the king:
- Welcome to the castle of the Marquis de Carabas, Your Majesty! Welcome!
How, Mister Marquis?! - exclaimed the king. - Is this castle yours too? It is impossible to imagine anything more beautiful than this yard and the buildings around it. Yes, this is just a palace! Let's see what it's like inside, if you don't mind.
The Marquis gave his hand to the beautiful princess and led her after the king, who, as expected, walked in front.
All three of them entered the large hall, where a magnificent dinner had been prepared.
Just on this day, the cannibal invited his friends to his place, but they did not dare to come, having learned that the king was visiting the castle.
The king was fascinated by the merits of Monsieur Marquis de Carabas almost as much as his daughter, who was simply crazy about the marquis.
In addition, His Majesty could not, of course, fail to appreciate the wonderful possessions of the Marquis and, having drained five or six cups, said:
- If you want to become my son-in-law, Mister Marquis, it depends only on you. And I agree.
The marquis thanked the king with a respectful bow for the honor shown to him, and on the same day he married the princess.
And the cat became a noble nobleman and since then he hunted mice only occasionally - for his own pleasure
» Puss in Boots. Tale of Charles Perrault
Dean the miller left his three sons a small inheritance - a mill, a donkey and a cat. The brothers immediately divided their father's inheritance: the eldest took a mill, the middle one a donkey, and the youngest was given a cat.
The younger brother was very sad that he inherited such a bad inheritance.
Brothers can honestly earn a piece of bread for themselves if they live together, he said. “And when I eat my cat and make mittens from its skin, I will have to die of hunger.”
The cat heard these words, but was not offended.
Don’t worry, master,” he said importantly and seriously, “better give me a bag and a pair of boots to make it easier to walk through the bushes.” You will see then that your inheritance is not as bad as you think.
The owner of the Cat didn’t really believe his words. But I remembered his various tricks and thought: “Maybe the Cat will really help me with something!”
As soon as the Cat received the boots from the owner, he deftly put them on. Then he put cabbage in the bag, threw the bag behind his back and went into the forest, where there were many rabbits.
He came to the forest, hid behind the bushes and began to wait for some young, stupid rabbit to poke his head into the bag for cabbage.
Before he had time to hide, he was immediately lucky: a young, trusting rabbit climbed into the bag. The cat quickly rushed to the bag and tightened the strings tightly.
Very proud that the hunt was so successful, the Cat went to the palace and asked to be allowed to see the king.
He was brought into the royal chambers. Entering there, the Cat bowed low to the king and said:
- Great king! The Marquis of Karabas (as the Cat took it into his head to call his owner) ordered me to bring you this rabbit as a gift. 
Tell your master,” replied the king, “that I am very pleased with his gift and thank him.”
The cat took his leave and left the palace. Another time he hid in a field, among the ears of wheat, and opened a bag of bait. When two partridges fell into the bag, the Cat immediately took the partridges to the king. The king gladly accepted the partridges and ordered the Cat to be treated to wine.
So for two or three months in a row, the Cat brought various game to the king on behalf of the Marquis of Karabas. One day the Cat learned that the king was going to ride along the river bank in a carriage for a walk with his daughter, the most beautiful princess in the world.
He said to his master:
- If you listen to me, you will be happy all your life. Go swim in the river today in the place I indicate, I’ll arrange the rest myself!
The owner listened to the Cat and went to the river, although he did not understand what benefit this would have for him.
While he was bathing, a king rode along the shore.
The cat was already waiting for him, and as soon as the carriage approached, he shouted with all his might:
Help! Help! The Marquis of Karabas is drowning!
The king heard a scream and looked out of the carriage. He recognized the Cat, who had already brought him game so many times, and ordered his servants to run quickly to the aid of the Marquis of Karabas.
While the Marquis was being pulled out of the river, the Cat went up to the carriage and told the king that when the Marquis was bathing, thieves took away all his clothes, even though he, the Cat, screamed with all his might for help and shouted loudly: “Thieves! The thieves!"
But in fact, the rogue himself hid his master’s clothes under a large stone.
The king ordered the courtiers to immediately bring one of their best clothes to the Marquis of Karabas.
When the Marquis got dressed, the king began to talk to him kindly, then invited him to get into the carriage and take a ride.
The miller's son was slender and handsome. In a luxurious royal outfit, he became even more handsome, and the young princess immediately fell madly in love with him.
The cat was delighted that everything was turning out the way he had planned. He ran ahead of the carriage and, when he saw mowers in the meadow, shouted to them:
Hey mowers! If you don't tell the king that this meadow belongs to the Marquis of Carabas, you will all be immediately chopped into small pieces!
When the carriage approached the meadow, the king actually asked the mowers whose meadow they were mowing.
Ah, Marquis, what a beautiful meadow you have! - said the king.
Indeed, sir! - answered the marquis. - Every year there is a wonderful haymaking in this meadow.
And the Cat ran forward again, saw the reapers and shouted to them:
Hey reapers! If you don't tell the king that all these fields belong to the Marquis of Carabas, you will all be chopped into small pieces!
Driving past the fields, the king wanted to know who owned these fields.
Mr. Marquis Karabas! - answered the reapers.
The king again praised the marquis's possessions. And the Cat kept running ahead of the carriage and ordered everyone he met to say the same thing. And the king could not be surprised at the wealth of the Marquis of Carabas.
Surely each of us read Charles Perrault as a child. Everyone knows, and many people love, such fairy tales as “Cinderella”, “Bluebeard”, “Sleeping Beauty”. In honor of the writer’s birthday, the website publishes a selection of illustrations for these and other stories.
Fairy tale "Puss in Boots". First printed and illustrated edition, 1695
"Cinderella"
Cinderella in a 19th-century French popular print
Plot (Charles Perrault 1697)
The king of a small country, a widower with a daughter from his first marriage, a lovely and kind girl, married an arrogant and evil lady with two daughters, who were like their mother in everything. The father “obeyed his new wife in everything.” The stepmother forces her stepdaughter to live in the attic, sleep on a straw bed and do the most difficult and dirty work. After work, the girl usually relaxes, sitting on a box of ash near the fireplace, so the sisters nicknamed her Cinderella. Cinderella's stepsisters bask in luxury, and she meekly endures their ridicule.
Gustave Dore
Prince Mirliflor organizes a ball to which he invites all the noble people of the kingdom with their wives and daughters. Cinderella's stepmother and sisters are also invited to the ball; No one will let Cinderella herself, in her dirty rags, into the palace. After the departure of her stepmother and sisters, Cinderella cries bitterly. She is visited by her godmother, who is a fairy. The Good Fairy turns pumpkins, mice, rats and lizards, respectively, into a carriage, horses, coachman and servants, Cinderella's rags into a luxurious dress, and gives her beautiful shoes. She warns Cinderella that at exactly midnight the carriage will turn back into a pumpkin, the dress into rags, etc. Cinderella goes to the ball. Everyone is delighted with her beauty and outfit, the prince meets and dances with her. At a quarter to twelve Cinderella “quickly said goodbye to everyone and hurried away.” At home, she puts on an old apron and wooden shoes and listens to the admiring stories of her returning sisters about the beautiful stranger who shone at the ball.
Frederick-Theodore Lix
The next evening, an even more elegant Cinderella goes to the ball again. The prince did not leave her side and whispered all sorts of pleasantries to her. Cinderella was having a lot of fun and she only realized it when the clock began to strike midnight. Cinderella runs home, but loses her shoe.
Gustave Dore
The prince announced throughout the kingdom that he would marry the girl who would fit a tiny shoe on her foot. To the surprise of the sisters, Cinderella puts on the shoe freely. Immediately after the fitting, Cinderella takes out a second identical shoe from her pocket, and the fairy turns her rags into a luxurious dress. The sisters fall to their knees and ask Cinderella for forgiveness. Cinderella forgives her sisters “with all her heart.”
Cinderella is taken to the prince's palace and a few days later he marries her. She took the sisters to her palace and on the same day married them to two court nobles.
"Puss in Boots"
Gustave Dore
Plot
Puss in Boots and the Ogre. Illustration by Gustave Doré
The miller's youngest son inherited only a cat from his father. Everything else went to the brothers. There was reason for the youngest to fall into despair, but the cat turned out to be not simple, but an extremely enterprising fellow. Thanks to the cat's business acumen and cunning, his owner received everything the young man could dream of: a title, the respect of the king, a castle, wealth and the love of a beautiful princess.
"Little Red Riding Hood"
"Little Red Riding Hood". Oil painting by a Swiss artistAlbert Anker
, (1883)
Plot
The mother sends her daughter to her grandmother with milk and bread. She meets a wolf and tells him where she is going. The wolf overtakes the girl, kills the grandmother, prepares a meal from her body and a drink from her blood, dresses in the grandmother’s clothes and lies down in her bed. When the girl arrives, the wolf offers her food. Grandma's cat tries to warn the girl that she is eating her grandmother's remains, but the wolf throws wooden shoes at the cat and kills her. Then the wolf invites the girl to undress and lie down next to him, and throw her clothes into the fire. She does so and, lying down next to the wolf, asks why he has a lot of hair, broad shoulders, long nails, and big teeth. To the last question, the wolf answers: “This is to eat you as quickly as possible, my child!” and eats the girl.
Gustave Dore
Most of the recorded versions end this way, although in some the girl uses cunning to escape from the wolf.
Walter Crane
Charles Perrault gave a literary treatment to the folk story. He removed the motif of cannibalism, the cat character and her murder by a wolf, introduced a provocative red riding hood - a “companion” cap (in the original - “chaperon” (French chaperon), which in Perrault’s time went out of fashion in cities, but was popular among women in countryside), which the girl wore, and most importantly, he interpreted the fairy tale morally, introducing the motive of the girl’s violation of decency, for which she paid, and concluded the fairy tale with a poetic moral, instructing girls to be wary of seducers. Thus, although the rough naturalistic aspects of the folk tale were significantly softened, the appeal to the issue of gender relations was emphasized.
Arthur Rackham
The tale was published in 1697 in Paris, in the book “Tales of Mother Goose, or Stories and Tales of Old Times with Teachings,” better known as “ Tales of Mother Goose».
"Sleeping Beauty"
Frederick-Theodore Lix
Plot
The king and queen have given birth to a long-awaited daughter, and they invite all the fairies of the kingdom to the feast, except one - because she has not left her tower for half a century, and everyone has decided that she has died. In the midst of the christening feast, an uninvited fairy appeared, who, it seemed to her, was treated discourteously because there was not enough precious cutlery for her. When all the fairies, except one, who prudently decided to have the last word, presented the princess with magical gifts, the old fairy Carabosse uttered her shocking prophecy: the princess would prick her finger on a spindle and die.
Gustave Dore
The last fairy softens the sentence: “Yes, the princess will prick her finger on the spindle, but she will fall asleep for exactly 100 years” (in Perrault’s original version there is no talk about the prince). The king issues a decree to burn all the spinning wheels and spindles, but in vain: 16 years later, the princess finds an old woman in the tower of a country castle who had not heard anything about the royal decree and was spinning a tow. The princess pricked her finger on the spindle and fell dead. It is no longer possible to awaken her. The fairy, who has softened the spell, appears and asks the king and queen to leave the castle. Meanwhile, she plunges the castle into an age-old sleep, and an impenetrable forest grows around it - so that no one gets into the castle before the deadline. 100 years pass, the prince appears, enters the castle - and the princess awakens (there is no kiss, she awakened only because the time had come for the spell to recede). Then - a secret engagement. The prince visits his wife every day, and they have children - a son named Day and a girl named Zarya. But the prince’s mother suspected a love affair and asked her son to bring his daughter-in-law and grandchildren to her castle.
Gustave Dore
Being a cannibal, she can barely contain her desire to eat her grandchildren. But the prince leaves for war, and the mother-in-law begins to act. First she orders to kill her granddaughter, then her grandson and, finally, her son’s wife and cook them more deliciously. But the butler hides the unfortunates in the stable, and serves animal meat to the queen. One day, the cannibal queen, walking through the yard, heard screams from the stable: the princess was planning to whip her son for a prank. The cannibal was so angry that she ordered to put a cauldron with all sorts of reptiles in the castle courtyard and throw her daughter-in-law and grandchildren there, but, fortunately, the prince returns. Unable to bear the shame, the cannibal herself throws herself into the cauldron and dies. At the end of the tale, the moral is: no girl will sleep for a whole century to wait for a groom with a title and wealth.
"Blue Beard"
Frederick-Theodore Lix
Plot
Women are afraid of a wealthy aristocrat nicknamed Bluebeard: firstly, because of the blue color of his beard, for which he received such a nickname, and secondly, because the fate of his six ex-wives remains unknown. He wooes one of the daughters of his neighbor, a noble lady, to marry him, inviting the mother to decide for herself which daughter to marry. In fear of him, none of the daughters dares to nominate themselves. As a result, having won the heart of his youngest daughter, the master plays a wedding with her, and she moves to live with him in the castle.
Gustave Dore
Soon after the wedding, the gentleman leaves, saying that he is forced to leave on business, and gives his wife the keys to all the rooms, including the mysterious closet downstairs, forbidding her to enter there under threat of death. But during her husband’s departure, the girl can’t stand it and opens the door, discovering a puddle of dried blood and the bodies of all Bluebeard’s previous wives. In horror, she drops the key into a pool of blood and, having come to her senses, tries to wipe the blood off. But since this key is magic, she can’t do anything.
Gustave Dore
Unexpectedly, Bluebeard returns from a trip ahead of schedule and, based on his wife’s excitement, guesses that she has violated the agreement. She asks him for five minutes of time to pray, and she sends her older sister to the tower to see if the brothers have arrived. As time passes, Bluebeard runs out of patience, he takes out a knife and grabs his wife, but at that moment her brothers arrive and kill him.
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Puss in Boots
Charles Perrault
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Once upon a time there lived a miller. He lived, lived and died. What was left behind him was a mill, a donkey and a cat: that was all he had, and that was the only inheritance that went to his three sons. The sons did not argue for long; they quickly divided the inheritance: the eldest took the mill, the middle one took the donkey, and the youngest got the cat.
So the younger one went and grieved. “What do I need,” he says, “a cat!” What should I do with it? Just eat it and make a hat out of the skin, that’s all. And then starve again. It’s good for the brothers, they will be full. What should I do? The cat listened and listened and said:
“Don’t worry,” he says, “master, I will help you out of trouble.” Just sew me a bag and a pair of boots, and don’t worry about anything. Melnikov's son thinks to himself: - Well, he thinks it won't get any worse, let him try his luck. No wonder he is such a master at catching mice and rats. Maybe he'll come up with something. I got him a handbag and a pair of boots and brought him: “Here,” he says, “get equipped.”
The cat quickly put on his shoes, ran to the pantry, stole some tidbit there, put it in a bag, threw it over his shoulders and went into the forest. In the forest, he took off his bag, put it next to him, lay down under a tree, stretched out as if dead and lay there. The rabbit smelled a tasty morsel and reached into the bag. Then the cat quickly jumped to his feet, tightened the lace of the bag, put it on his shoulders and went to the royal courtyard, to the king himself. “Let me go,” he says, “to the master; I was sent from Prince Karabas.
They let him in. He took the rabbit out of his bag, gave it to the king and said: “Here,” he says, “Prince Karabas sent your Majesty a gift.” The king thanked him, ordered him to give him a couple of hares from his hunt, and sent him home. The cat carried the hares to the owner, and went back into the forest. He stretched out there under a tree and put his bag next to him. Two partridges sensed a tasty morsel, flew to the ground and climbed into the bag. The cat quickly jumped to his feet, tightened the bag, put it on his shoulders and carried it to the royal court. Gave a couple of partridges to the king. The king brought him a glass of vodka, ordered him to give him a couple of geese from the poultry yard and sent him home. The cat carried the geese to its owner and went hunting again. So he caught either hazel grouse or black grouse and took everything to the royal court. So he heard that the king was going to go with the princess to visit a neighbor, and he said to the owner: “You go,” he says, “to swim in the river, and I’ll play such a thing that it will be good for you, and not bad for me either.” Melnikov's youngest son listened to the cat, went to the river, undressed and climbed into it up to his neck. And the cat hid his entire dress and is guarding it. When he saw the carriage with the king and queen, he shouted with all his might:
Oh, fathers, help! My master drowned. The king looked out of the window and recognized the cat. “But this,” he says, “must be Prince Karabas drowning.” And he ordered the servants to pull him out. The servants pulled Melnikov’s son out of the water and began looking everywhere for his dress, but it was nowhere to be found. “It must have been,” says the cat, “that someone stole it when my master drowned.”
The king dispatched a horseman and ordered him to bring his dress. They brought the dress, dressed Melnikov's son and put him in the master's carriage. The miller's son sits and admires the princess, and the princess admires him.
And they go. And the cat runs ahead, like a messenger. He saw that people were mowing the grass in the meadow, and shouted to them with all his might: “There’s your new master coming.” If you don’t say with one voice that this is the meadow of Prince Karabas, he will take your head off. A carriage drove up to the meadow, and the king asked: “Whose meadow is this?” The men got scared and all shouted in one voice:
Prince Karabas. They drive on, and the cat runs ahead; I saw people cleaning up the rye and shouting with all their might: “Hey, you!” There's your new master coming. If you don’t say that this is Prince Karabas’s rye, he will take your head off. The carriage drove up to the field, the king asked: “Whose field is this?” And the men got scared and shouted at once:
Prince Karabas. And wherever they go, no matter who they ask, it’s all Prince Karabas. The king was surprised: “What a rich man you are,” he said. A magnificent palace appeared in the distance. And in the palace there lived an ogre: his meadows and fields were his.
The cat ran forward, went up to the cannibal’s palace, bowed low to him and said: “My gentlemen,” he says, “Prince Karabas with his wife and father-in-law, the king, are welcome to visit your lordship.” Order,” he says, “to accept.”
The cannibal was glad that he would have something to eat, and ordered the servants to quickly prepare everything to properly treat the guests. And he sat down to talk to the cat. The cat says: “I dare,” he says, “to ask your lordship: I heard,” he says, “that you can turn into the most fierce beast, be it an elephant or a lion.” “Is it really true,” he says? The cannibal was glad that he was praised: “But look,” he says. He took it and turned into a lion. The cat didn’t even see the light, he was so scared, he even wanted to run to the roof.
And the lion turned into a cannibal again and laughs at the cat. The cat recovered a little, and asked:
They also told me that you can turn into even the smallest animal, even a rat or a mouse. There's just something I can't believe. Is this really true? -You don’t believe this either? - says the cannibal. - Well, look. Turn around as a mouse and let's run across the floor. The cat squinted, stretched, and then rushed at the mouse - and ate it. Then he heard the sound of wheels, ran out onto the porch, bowed low and shouted from the porch:
“Please,” he says, “to the palace to my master, to Prince Karabas.” The king was even more surprised: “Is this your palace,” he says? And the miller’s son gave his hand to the princess and leads her and his father to the porch, to the palace.
