A fairy tale about a star for children 7-11 years old

A fairy tale for primary schoolchildren about a little star

Fairy tale for children 7 - 11 years old

Author's fairy tale for children 7 - 11 years old
Author: Egorova Galina Vasilievna. Position and place of work: homeschool teacher, Motyginskaya comprehensive boarding school, Motygino village, Krasnoyarsk Territory. Description of material: This fairy tale is written for primary school age. Therefore, it will be of interest to primary school teachers. This fairy tale tells about a little star, Shiny, who really wanted to fulfill a girl’s wish. The content of the fairy tale helps you to believe in yourself. This fairy tale can be used in extracurricular reading lessons at school and for reading with the family. My daughter also took part in the composition. Goal: Formation of faith in one’s strengths and capabilities through the content of the fairy tale. Objectives: -educational: talk about the importance of faith in one’s abilities using the example of the heroine of a fairy tale; -developmental: develop memory, attention, imagination, ingenuity, logical thinking, the ability to analyze and draw conclusions; -educational: to cultivate a sense of faith in miracles, empathy, and interest in reading fairy tales. Contents Once upon a time there lived a small star on a lush soft cloud. And her name was Shiny.

She was an inconspicuous, modest and most ordinary star. Compared to her larger, brighter and more attractive sisters, Shiny was completely invisible.

All the stars of the fairy-tale sky often fulfilled the wishes of children. Moreover, these desires were sometimes so wonderful and mysterious that the stars racked their brains for months, how could such a thing even come to mind?! For example, the desire to catch a butterfly with six wings in a net. Or ride on a toad the size of a person. Our star also dreamed of making someone’s childhood wish come true. But her older sisters told her that she was too young for this. But Shiny did not despair. In her heart she believed that her time would come. And at that time there lived on Earth - there was one girl. And her name was Annushka. She was a kind, sweet and sympathetic girl. Her face was adorned with playful freckles, given to her by the sun. And Annushka had one cherished dream. She often went to the night window and looked at the starry sky for a long time. And it seemed to her that the very lucky star who would fulfill her wish was looking out her window. But all the big stars were busy with their own affairs. Among the millions of bright shining stars, only one Shiny noticed the girl standing by the window. She saw Annushka approaching a dark window curtained with beautiful curtains. And I watched as the girl stood for a long time with sad sad eyes and asked the stars for something. She even understood what exactly Annushka was asking the night sky for. But our star remembered the words of her sisters: “You’re too small, you’re not capable yet, you can’t...” And Blestyashka actually very much doubted her abilities. And she so wanted to fulfill that girl’s deepest wish! After all, what could be more beautiful and important than making someone happier?! The little star doubted for a long time and struggled with the fear of failure for a long time. But she couldn’t let the children stop making wishes and believing in miracles. After thinking a little, our star went to her eldest sister. And she asked for advice on what to do? The answer was: “If you want to make a wish come true, it doesn’t matter what your height is or what others tell you.” You just do what is required of you. As your heart tells you. Listen to him. And what happened next? Here's what. Annushka woke up in the morning not from a jumping alarm clock, but from a soft fluffy ball brazenly climbing towards her nose. The girl's delight and happiness knew no bounds! And Shiny sat on her cloud and smiled. Now she knew for sure that she would succeed!

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The Tale of the Star

Do you know, baby, that every year, at the end of summer, the stars go on a journey. They fly over the earth and people make wishes. And then the stars come back and tell each other about what people want. And if a person has a good dream, and the person is kind, then his wish comes true. And if a person is evil, then the stars forget about him forever.

So, summer was coming to an end, and the stars were preparing for a new journey. Little Star really wanted to fly with everyone, but they didn’t let her. Because she was still very small. And she still had little strength. But that night Zvezdochka could not sleep. And when the big stars went to work (and shining at night is their main job), she quietly slipped out of bed, put on her most beautiful, golden suit, spread her ray-like wings and... flew away.

An asterisk flew over a big city. The glowing windows of the houses looked like thousands of stars. The park's lanterns were reflected in the pond, and it seemed that stars were also scattered in the water. People walked along the alleys, but no one noticed the little Star floating in the sky, because she was very small. The little star flew and thought: maybe people don’t need the stars living in the sky. After all, there are so many bright artificial stars around them...

Meanwhile, the city ended and the forest began. The river shimmered with the silvery reflections of the moon. It was quiet and very beautiful. A village was visible behind the forest. From above, its houses seemed small, like toys. The windows in them did not light up.

“Everyone is already asleep,” thought Star and suddenly felt that she was very tired. After all, Zvezdochka was small, and her strength was also small. She smoothly went down and sat down on the roof of the outermost house. The star had already closed her eyes to get some sleep when she suddenly heard strange sounds, similar to quiet sobs. She came down from the roof and looked out the window. The room was dark. Someone was lying in bed and crying quietly. The star carefully knocked on the glass. The crying died down. A blond head appeared from under the blanket. It was a boy. Like Zvezdochka, he was still very small.

The baby got out of bed and went to the window.

- Who are you? - he asked.

“I’m Star,” answered little Star. “I flew here for a long time and I’m very tired. I wanted to rest, but I heard you crying.

— I'm afraid to sleep in the dark. I'm scared and really want it to always be light.

The star flew into the room, looked around and saw a small crystal vase on the table.

- Do you want me to make your dream come true? – she asked. - Go to bed quickly and see what happens.

The boy immediately slipped into bed, and the Star smoothly sank to the bottom of the vase. At that same moment, the vase shone with a soft golden light. The darkness disappeared. The baby smiled and fell asleep.

In the morning, when the boy woke up, Star was no longer there. But at the bottom of the crystal vase lay a tiny piece of her golden suit. And now every night the vase turns into a magic lamp that disperses the darkness. And the baby sleeps peacefully and dreams of a little star who has returned home. At first the big stars wanted to punish her, but after listening, they forgave her. Because she was able to make her dream come true! The star tailor made her a new golden suit, and next summer she will probably fly on her first big trip.

Star in a cage

A shooting star streaked across the sky, leaving a trail of tiny sparks that quickly faded into the darkness of the night.

Mark has not yet reached that age when, with a beating heart, they look at the stars all night long and make only one wish. He liked shooting stars the way others like fireworks because they light up the sky beautifully.

- Look, this star is very close to us! - he said to his sister Gislena, who at that time was dreaming about completely different things.

“No,” the girl answered, “it’s so high that you’ll never reach it.”

- Even on a balloon?

- Even on a balloon.

- Don’t the stars ever want to get closer to the earth?

- Stars don't have wishes.

- How do you know! - Mark muttered incredulously, shrugging his shoulders.

He believed that his sister lacked imagination.

Another star streaked across the sky and disappeared beyond the horizon.

- Very small! - said the boy.

Gislena did not answer, dreaming of the fulfillment of the wish she had just made. The sound of her brother's footsteps on the sand brought her back to reality.

“Isn’t it time for you to go to bed?” - she remarked.

- Let me see one more star, just one!

At that moment, a small star crossed the sky and seemed to linger for a second above their heads.

- She wishes us good night! - the boy shouted in delight.

The next day, Gislena had a different companion for an evening walk, and Mark was playing alone in the garden. In his hand he had a butterfly net.

“You can’t see butterflies this late,” his mother told him, “wait until the morning, then you’ll catch them.”

But Mark had his own plan. It is useless, however, to try to explain anything to parents - they have read many books in which nothing can be understood, and therefore they believe that they know everything.

It was a beautiful August night. The narrow crescent of the moon went in pursuit of the sun, leaving thousands of stars to illuminate the alleys of the large garden, lined with heliotrope and petunias along the edges.

Mark did not notice any flowers, no bushes, no dark mass of fruit trees, the branches of which bent under the weight of mirabelle, peaches and almonds. He saw only the sky, a clear, cloudless sky in which the Milky Way sparkled. His sister taught him to recognize the North Star, identifying it by the last two stars of the Ursa. He didn't know much about the rest of the stars.

Here is the trail of a falling star! Mark raised the net, but the distance between him and the star was too great. Maybe if he climbed the hill... Mark left the garden, crossed the road, ran along a bridge over a stream and came out onto a winding path that led to the hills that rose on the other side of the valley. The branches of the hazel trees, intertwining, created a dark vault overhead, hiding the stars. Although Mark knew the way, he was a little scared; he stumbled in potholes and sometimes touched stinging nettles with his hand. He tightly clutched a net in his hand, which seemed to him a reliable weapon in case of any danger.

The path somehow changed at night, and Mark navigated with the help of his friends - the stars. He just couldn’t understand why, no matter how much he climbed up, they didn’t get closer. The immense scale of the universe did not fit into his mind.

At the top of the hill, a wondrous sight opened before him. The firmament appeared in all its splendor and splendor. Many shooting stars crossed their paths here, greeting each other as they went.

-Are you looking for fireflies? - asked the owl Olga, who, as usual, was sitting on a dry branch of an old apple tree.

Owls are known to be nearsighted and cannot distinguish a star from a firefly. Mark shrugged.

“Carpenter Ademar,” he answered, “promised to attach such a long handle to my net that it would reach to the sky.”

“In the meantime,” said Olga, “don’t wave your arms like that.” You'll gouge out my eye.

But the boy fussed even more and shouted:

- Here she is! Here she is!

He saw the shooting star that had so tenderly wished him good night the day before. Undoubtedly, he recognized her - a tiny sparkling star flying low above the earth.

A small star slipped across the sky, but did not disappear, like others, among the large planets, but made a sharp turn and began to smoothly descend towards the hill. First she passed over Mark's head, throwing a brilliant spark at him and winking at him conspiratorially, then she made another circle, then another, this time very close to the ground. And suddenly Mark felt something very heavy fall into the net, which he was holding in his hand raised to the sky. It was a star.

Mark walked down the path with his heart beating. The dark vault of hazel branches was illuminated by the soft light emitted by his captive, hidden in the blue muslin of the net. The star did not show any concern and did not move. She seemed to be resting after a long journey across the sky.

“Where will I put it? — the boy thought on the way. “How can I make sure she is always with me?”

He was already beginning to feel the anxiety that people always experience when they find a treasure and want to hide it from the greedy gaze of other people. He was ready to defend his find to the last drop of blood.

In the garden, the petunias, which had already closed their corollas for the night, woke up from the light of the star, confusing it with the dawn. Heliotropes spread a sweet aroma as they swayed rhythmically on their stems.

Fortunately, no one noticed Mark's return. He managed to carry the net with the star into his room.

The star illuminated the bedroom like a small electric light bulb.

How to hold a star if it suddenly wants to fly away? And most importantly, how to hide it from adults who will come to check how he sleeps, whether the blanket is well tucked in, whether the shutters are closed?

Then Mark noticed an empty cage; A hummingbird escaped from it last year because it did not want to put up with captivity. Mark, burning his fingers, carefully placed the star there. Then he covered the cage with a blanket, which had previously been used to allow the bird to sleep in the twilight or to muffle its singing.

- Good night, dear star! - he said tenderly and went to bed.

That evening neither Mark's mother nor Ghislena noticed anything.

The shutters opened silently and starlight entered the room. There was great excitement in the sky. An uninitiated person might not notice this, because the movement of stars across the sky always occurs with great accuracy, not allowing any deviations. However, Venus looked more pink than usual. Mars seemed to be on the warpath. The she-bear carried mysterious legions in her blue ladle. There are more shooting stars. They fell in threatening silence from the Milky Way.

Just think, the smallest of the stars, the youngest in the family, was kept captive in a birdcage!

A fireball flashed past the open window, illuminating the room more than the midday sun, followed by another.

The little star, comfortably covered with a blanket, slept blissfully. Mark even thought he heard light snoring.

At dawn the excitement in the sky subsided. The shutters closed on their own.

Birds began to sing on the large spreading linden tree that shaded the house.

Mark woke up early in the morning, ran to the cage and lifted the blanket. The star was in the same place, but it seemed to Mark that it was brighter at night. “It’s not a problem,” the boy thought, “the stars don’t shine during the day. In the evening my star will shine again. The only important thing is that no one sees her.” After thinking, he hid the cage in his toy box, where there was usually such a mess that no one wanted to look into it. Then he ran to the kitchen for breakfast.

-What did you use to smear your hands? - asked Gislena, warming up the coffee. - They look like gold!

Soon the whole family was looking at the boy’s hands. Mark knew perfectly well where the gold spots on his hands came from, but he wouldn’t tell anyone about it for all the toys in the world.

“I must have gotten sandy in the stream,” he muttered.

- When it was?

— Last night, before going to bed.

“I forbade you to mess around in the water after sunset!” - said the mother.

Mark remained silent. Luckily for him, his father suddenly became interested in the other side of the issue.

“Maybe there is gold in the stream,” he told his wife. - That would be good luck!

- Let's see now! - Gislena suggested, and soon the whole family, having taken off their shoes, was digging in the sand, muddying the clear water and scattering the frightened minnows.

Mark quietly went up to his room and opened the toy box. The star didn't look good. It resembled a champignon grown in a cellar.

The day passed in excitement. The boy, whom everyone tormented with questions, firmly stood his ground: he got his hands dirty with sand in the stream.

Finally night came. Mark was looking forward to being left alone: he wanted to take out the cage and give the little star some fresh air. The star shone brighter than in the morning, but there was no previous radiance. She was undoubtedly wasting away in the box.

Around midnight, under the influence of a nimble wind, the shutters opened, as on the previous night, and the room again felt the excitement that reigned in the sky. One fireball passed by the window, then a second. Then the first one returned and stood at the windowsill, blazing with an almost unbearable heat.

- Boy! - he said. “You took our daughter, you will starve her to death.” Stars need space and night.

Then the second fireball spoke:

- Child! Are you really going to act like adults who lock everything they love in a cage - birds, stars, dreams? What joy will the suffering of a little star bring you?

- Boy! — the first ball intervened again. - Open the cage before it's too late! Would you really leave a fish to die on the shore, without water? Don't get used to violent games.

Mark woke up. The fireballs disappeared, but the shooting stars continued their fantastic movement across the firmament, leaving an unusually bright, sparkling trail.

Mark lifted the covers. The little star in the corner of the cage had almost gone out. He took her in his hands, stroked her tenderly and placed her on the edge of the window. With difficulty, like a stricken bird, the star fluttered and flew away. Mark followed her pale trail, then lost sight of the star. He stood for a long time and looked at the sky, from where the stars sent him in their mysterious language a tender testimony of their gratitude.

Below, in the valley, a noise was heard: people, bent over, were looking for gold in the stream.