Autumn fairy tale. Kozlov S.G.

Every day it grew later and later, and the forest became so transparent that it seemed: if you search it up and down, you won’t find a single leaf.

“Soon our birch tree will fly around,” said the Little Bear. And he pointed with his paw to a lonely birch tree standing in the middle of the clearing.

It will fly around... - agreed the Hedgehog.

The winds will blow,” continued the Little Bear, “and it will shake all over, and in my dreams I will hear the last leaves falling from it.” And in the morning I wake up, go out onto the porch, and she’s naked!

Naked... - Hedgehog agreed.

They sat on the porch of the bear's house and looked at a lonely birch tree in the middle of the clearing.

What if leaves grew on me in the spring? - said the Hedgehog. - I would sit by the stove in the fall, and they would never fly around.

What kind of leaves would you like? - asked Little Bear. “Birch or ash?”

How about maple? Then I would be red-haired in the fall, and you would mistake me for a little Fox. You would say to me: “Little Fox, how is your mother?” And I would say: “My mother was killed by hunters, and now I live with Hedgehog. Come visit us? And you would come. “Where is Hedgehog?” - you would ask. And then, finally, I guessed, and we would laugh for a long, long time, until spring...

No,” said Little Bear. “It would be better if I didn’t guess, but asked: “So what?” Has the hedgehog gone for water? - "No?" - you would say. “For firewood?” - "No?" - you would say. “Maybe he went to visit Little Bear?” And then you would nod your head. And I would wish you Good night and ran to his room, because you don’t know where I’m hiding the key now, and you’d have to sit on the porch.

But I would have stayed at home! - said the Hedgehog.

Well then! - said Little Bear. “You would sit at home and think: “I wonder if Little Bear is pretending or didn’t really recognize me?” In the meantime, I would run home, take a small jar of honey, return to you and ask: “What? Has the hedgehog returned yet? Would you say...

And I would say that I am the Hedgehog! - said the Hedgehog.

No,” said Little Bear. “It would be better if you didn’t say anything like that.” And he said this...

Then the Little Bear faltered, because three leaves suddenly fell from a birch tree in the middle of the clearing. They spun a little in the air, and then softly sank into the reddish grass.

No, it would be better if you didn’t say anything like that,” repeated Little Bear. “And we would just drink tea with you and go to bed.” And then I would have guessed everything in my sleep.

Why in a dream?

“The best thoughts come to me in my dreams,” said Little Bear. “You see: there are twelve leaves left on the birch tree.” They will never fall again. Because last night in a dream I realized that this morning they need to be sewn to a branch.

And sewed it on? - asked the Hedgehog.

Of course,” said Little Bear. “With the same needle that you gave me last year.”

Every day it dawned later and later, and the forest became so transparent that it seemed: if you search it up and down, you won’t find a single leaf.

“Soon our birch tree will fly around,” said the Bear. And he pointed with his paw to a lonely birch tree standing in the middle of the clearing.

“It will fly around...” agreed the Hedgehog.

“The winds will blow,” continued the Bear Cub, “and it will shake all over, and in my dreams I will hear the last leaves falling from it.” And in the morning I’ll wake up, go out onto the porch, and she’ll be naked!

“Naked...” agreed the Hedgehog.

They sat on the porch of the bear's house and looked at a lonely birch tree in the middle of the clearing.

- What if leaves grew on me in the spring? - said the hedgehog. “I would sit by the stove in the fall, and they would never fly around.”

– What kind of leaves would you like? – asked Little Bear. “Birch or ash?”

- Like maple? Then I would be red-haired in the fall, and you would mistake me for a little Fox. You would say to me: “Little Fox, how is your mother?” And I would say: “My mother was killed by hunters, and now I live with the Hedgehog. Come visit us? And you would come. “Where is the Hedgehog?” - you would ask. And then, finally, I guessed, and we would laugh for a long, long time, until spring...

“No,” said the Little Bear. “It would be better if I didn’t guess, but asked: “So what?” Has the hedgehog gone for water? - "No?" - you would say. “For firewood?” - "No?" - you would say. “Maybe he went to visit Little Bear?” And then you would nod your head. And I would wish you good night and run to my place, because you don’t know where I’m hiding the key now, and you would have to sit on the porch.

- But I would have stayed at home! - said the Hedgehog.

- Well, then! - said Little Bear. “You would sit at home and think: “I wonder if Little Bear is pretending or didn’t really recognize me?” In the meantime, I would run home, take a small jar of honey, return to you and ask: “What? The hedgehog hasn’t returned yet?” And you would say...

- And I would say that I am the Hedgehog! - said the Hedgehog.

“No,” said the Bear. “It would be better if you didn’t say anything like that.” And he said so...

Then the Little Bear faltered, because three leaves suddenly fell from a birch tree in the middle of the clearing. They spun a little in the air, and then softly sank into the reddish grass.

“No, it would be better if you didn’t say anything like that,” repeated the Bear. “And we would just drink tea with you and go to bed.” And then I would have guessed everything in my sleep.

- Why in a dream?

“The best thoughts come to me in my dreams,” said Little Bear. “You see: there are twelve leaves left on the birch tree.” They will never fall again. Because last night in a dream I realized that this morning they need to be sewn to a branch.

And sewed it on? - asked the Hedgehog.

“Of course,” said Little Bear. “With the same needle that you gave me last year.”

Pull! - Whispered the Bear.

The hedgehog waved his fishing rod - and a small star flew high into the sky, above the moon.

So... - Hedgehog whispered, taking out two new peas. - Now if only there was enough bait!..

And they, forgetting about the fish, spent the whole night catching the stars and throwing them all over the sky.

And before dawn, when the peas ran out. The bear cub hung from the bridge and pulled two orange maple leaves out of the water.

There is nothing better than fishing with a maple leaf! - he said.

And he was about to doze off, when suddenly someone grabbed the hook tightly.

Help!.. - Little Bear whispered to the Hedgehog.

And the two of them, tired and sleepy, barely pulled the sun out of the water.

It shook itself off, walked along the narrow bridge and rolled into the field.

It was quiet and good all around, and the last leaves, like small boats, slowly floated down the river...

Every day it dawned later and later, and the forest became so transparent that it seemed: if you search it up and down, you won’t find a single leaf.

“Soon our birch tree will fly around,” said Little Bear. And he pointed with his paw to a lonely birch tree standing in the middle of the clearing.

It will fly around... - Hedgehog agreed.

The winds will blow,” continued the Little Bear, “and it will shake all over, and in my dreams I will hear the last leaves falling from it.” And in the morning I wake up, go out onto the porch, and she’s naked!

Naked... - Hedgehog agreed.

They sat on the porch of the bear's house and looked at a lonely birch tree in the middle of the clearing.

What if leaves grew on me in the spring? - said the Hedgehog. - I would sit by the stove in the fall, and they would never fly around.

What kind of leaves would you like? - asked the Bear. - Birch or ash?

How about maple? Then I would be red-haired in the fall, and you would mistake me for a little Fox. You would say to me: “Little Fox, how is your mother?” And I would say: “My mother was killed by hunters, and now I live with Hedgehog. Come visit us? And you would have come. “Where is Hedgehog?” - you would ask. And then, finally, I guessed, and we would laugh for a long, long time, until spring...

No, said Little Bear. - It would be better if I didn’t guess, but asked: “So what?” Did the hedgehog go for water? - "No?" - you would say. “For firewood?” - "No?" - you would say. “Maybe he went to visit Little Bear?” And then you would nod your head. And I would wish you good night and run to my place, because you don’t know where I’m hiding the key now, and you would have to sit on the porch.

But I would have stayed at home! - said the Hedgehog.

Well then! - said the Bear. - You would sit at home and think: “I wonder if Little Bear is pretending or if he really didn’t recognize me?” In the meantime, I would run home, take a small jar of honey, return to you and ask: “What? Has the hedgehog returned yet? Would you say...

And I would say that I am the Hedgehog! - said the Hedgehog.

No, said Little Bear. - It would be better if you didn’t say anything like that. And he said so...

Here Little Bear faltered, because three leaves suddenly fell from a birch tree in the middle of the clearing. They spun a little in the air, and then softly sank into the reddish grass.

No, it would be better if you didn’t say anything like that,” repeated the Bear. - And we would just drink tea with you and go to bed. And then I would have guessed everything in my sleep.

Why in a dream?

The best thoughts come to me in my dreams,” said Little Bear. - You see: there are twelve leaves left on the birch tree. They will never fall again. Because last night in a dream I realized that this morning they need to be sewn to a branch.

And sewed it on? - asked the Hedgehog.

Of course,” said Little Bear. - The same needle that you gave me last year.

The autumn wind was blowing. The stars circled low in the sky, and one cold, blue star caught on a pine tree and stopped right in front of the Donkey’s house.

The donkey sat at the table, resting his head on his hooves and looking out the window.

“What a prickly star,” he thought. And fell asleep. And then the star descended straight to his window and said:

What a stupid Donkey! So gray, but no fangs.

Klykov! - said the star. - The gray boar has fangs and gray wolf, but you don’t.

Why do I need them? - asked Donkey.

“If you have fangs,” said the star, “everyone will be afraid of you.”

And then she blinked quickly, quickly, and the Donkey grew a fang behind one and the other cheek.

And there are no claws,” the star sighed. And she made him claws.

Then the Donkey found himself on the street and saw the Hare.

Hello, Ponytail! - he shouted. But the scythe ran as fast as he could and disappeared behind the trees.

“Why is he scared of me?” - thought Donkey. And I decided to go visit Little Bear.

Knock-Knock! - Donkey knocked on the window.

Who's there? - asked the Bear.

Who? - asked the Little Bear.

I? Open up!..

The little bear opened the door, backed away and instantly disappeared behind the stove.

“What is he doing?” - Donkey thought again. He entered the house and sat on a stool.

“I came to drink some tea,” Donkey wheezed. “However, I have a strange voice,” he thought.

No tea! - Little Bear shouted. - The samovar has leaked!

How did you get thin?!

Just last week I gave you a new samovar!

You didn't give me anything! It was Donkey who gave me the samovar!

And who am I?

I?!. What you! I love tr-r-ravka!

Weed? - Little Bear leaned out from behind the stove.

I'm not a wolf! - said Donkey. And suddenly he accidentally clashed his teeth.

He grabbed his head and... couldn’t find his long fluffy ears. Instead of them, some hard, short ears stuck out...

He looked at the floor and was stunned: clawed wolf paws were hanging from the stool...

I'm not a wolf! - repeated the Donkey, clicking his teeth.

Tell us! - said the Little Bear, crawling out from behind the stove. He had a log in his paws, and a pot of ghee on his head.

What are you thinking?! - Donkey wanted to shout, but only growled hoarsely: - Rrrrr!!!

The little bear hit him with a log and grabbed the poker.

Will you pretend to be my friend Donkey? - he shouted. - Will you?!

Honestly, I’m not a wolf,” muttered Donkey, retreating behind the stove. - I love weed!

What?! Weed?! There are no such wolves! - Little Bear shouted, opened the stove and snatched a burning brand from the fire.

Then Donkey woke up...

Someone knocked on the door, so hard that the hook jumped.

Who's there? - Donkey asked subtly.

It's me! - Little Bear shouted from behind the door. - Why are you sleeping there?

Yes,” said Donkey, unlocking it. - I saw a dream.

Well?! - said Little Bear, sitting down on a stool. - Interesting?

Scary! I was a wolf, and you hit me with a poker...

Yes, you should have told me that you are a Donkey!

“I said it,” sighed Donkey, “but you still didn’t believe it.” I said that even if I seem like a wolf to you, I still love to pinch grass!

So what?

Did not believe…

Next time,” said the Little Bear, “you tell me in a dream: “Little Bear, do you remember what we talked about?” And I will believe you.

It snowed for two days, then it melted and it began to rain.

The forest was soaked to the last aspen. The fox went to the very tip of its tail, but old Owl didn’t fly anywhere for three nights, sat in his hollow and was upset. "Ugh!" - he sighed.

And throughout the forest it was heard: “Wow-h-h!..”

And in Hedgehog’s house the stove was burning, the fire was crackling in the stove, and Hedgehog himself was sitting on the floor by the stove, blinking, looking at the flames and rejoicing.

Sergey Kozlov, Bodyakova Galina: Hedgehog in the fog. Fairy tales about the present (including "Autumn Tale") 720 rub. http://www.labirint.ru/books/488606/?p=11433 795 rub. http://www.ozon.ru/context/detail/id/32731385/?partner=book_set Sergei Kozlov: Autumn Tale Every day it got later and later, and the forest became so transparent that it seemed: if you search it up and down, you won’t find a single leaf. “Soon our birch tree will fly around,” said the Bear. And he pointed with his paw to a lonely birch tree standing in the middle of the clearing. “It will fly around...” agreed the Hedgehog. “The winds will blow,” continued the Little Bear, “and it will shake all over, and in my dreams I will hear the last leaves falling from it.” And in the morning I wake up, go out onto the porch, and she’s naked! “Naked...” agreed the Hedgehog. They sat on the porch of the bear's house and looked at a lonely birch tree in the middle of the clearing. - If only leaves would grow on me in the spring! - said the Hedgehog. - I would sit by the stove in the fall, and they would never fly around. - What kind of leaves would you like? - asked the Bear. - Birch or ash? - Like maple! Then I would be red-haired in the fall, and you would mistake me for a Little Fox. You would say to me: “Little Fox, how is your mother?” And I would say: “My mother was killed by hunters, and now I live with Hedgehog. Come visit us!” And you would have come. “Where is Hedgehog?” - you would ask. And then I finally guessed, and we would laugh for a long, long time, until spring... “No,” said the Bear. - It would be better if I didn’t guess, but asked: “So what?” Did the hedgehog go for water? - "No!" - you would say. “For firewood?” - "No!" - you would say. “Maybe he went to visit Little Bear?” And then you would nod. And I would wish you good night and run to my place, because you don’t know where I’m hiding the key now, and you would have to sit on the porch. - But I would have stayed at home! - said the Hedgehog. - Well then! - said the Bear. - You would sit at home and think: “I wonder if Little Bear is pretending or if he really didn’t recognize me?” In the meantime, I would run home, take a small jar of honey, return to you and ask: “What, the Hedgehog hasn’t returned yet?” And you would say... - And I would say that I am the Hedgehog! - said the Hedgehog. “No,” said the Bear. - It would be better if you didn’t say anything like that. And he said this... Then the Little Bear paused, because three leaves suddenly fell from a birch tree in the middle of the clearing. They spun a little in the air, and then softly sank into the reddish grass. “No, it would be better if you didn’t say anything like that,” repeated the Bear. - And we would just drink tea with you and go to bed. And then I would have guessed everything in my sleep. - Why in a dream? “The best thoughts come to me in my dreams,” said the Bear. - You see: there are twelve leaves left on the birch tree. They will never fall again. Because last night in a dream I realized that this morning they need to be sewn to a branch. - And sewed it on? - asked the Hedgehog. “Of course,” said the Bear. - The same needle that you gave me last year.