Fairy Tales for Fun and Wisdom - страница 7
Moral:
Even forgotten voices can save lives.
Notes:
– Misty – filled with fog (туманный).
– Haze – a thin mist or fog (дымка, мгла).
– Chime – a clear ringing sound (перезвон).
– Pierced – broke through something (пронзил).
The Hedgehog Who Lost His Needles (Ёжик, который потерял иголки)
In a quiet birch grove near a river, there lived a hedgehog named Pyotr. His sharp needles made him feel safe from any danger. But one day, after an unusually strong storm, Pyotr woke up to find his needles scattered all over the ground.
Panicked, he rolled into a ball, but without his needles, he felt exposed and helpless. “What will I do now?” he thought.
His friends, a squirrel and a sparrow, came to help. “Let’s find something to replace your needles!” they said. The squirrel brought pine needles, and the sparrow found feathers. Pyotr stuck them to his back, but they kept falling off.
Finally, an old owl perched nearby said, “You don’t need to hide, Pyotr. Try trusting others for once.”
Pyotr hesitated but decided to walk through the forest without his needles. To his surprise, no one attacked him. His friends stayed by his side, protecting him.
As spring arrived, Pyotr’s needles grew back, but he had learned an important lesson: strength isn’t just about what you carry on your back.
Moral:
True strength lies in trust and friendship.
Notes:
– Needles – sharp spikes on a hedgehog’s back (иголки).
– Exposed – without protection (уязвимый).
– Replace – to put something new in place of something else (заменить).
– Hesitated – paused before making a decision (колебался).
The Moonlight Fox and the Frozen River (Лиса-луна и замёрзшая река)
On the outskirts of a snowy Russian village, people whispered about a magical fox with a silvery coat that shimmered like moonlight. She was called Luna.
One harsh winter, the river froze solid, cutting the villagers off from the other side where food and firewood lay stored. Desperate, they called out, “Who will cross the ice for us?”
Luna appeared that night, her coat glowing under the moon. “I will guide you,” she said, her voice soft as snow.
The villagers followed her carefully as she traced a safe path across the ice. They moved slowly, but Luna’s tail brushed the surface, revealing cracks they couldn’t see.
By dawn, everyone was safely across, and the villagers cheered, thanking Luna. She bowed her head and disappeared into the forest, leaving behind only her glowing pawprints in the snow.