One day a rooster jumped onto the roof of a house and wanted to see the whole world from there. He craned his neck, turned his head this way and that, but saw nothing - the mountain that stood in front of the house blocked his horizon.

Doggy-jan, do you happen to know what is there, behind the mountain? - the rooster asked the dog lying in the yard.

“I don’t know,” the dog answered.

Our whole life will pass, and we will never know anything. Let's go and see the world!

The dog agreed.

They packed up and hit the road. They walked and walked and reached the forest. And by this time the sun had already set behind the tops of the trees, and dusk had fallen. A rooster and a dog settled down for the night in the forest: the dog was under a bush, and the rooster was on a branch of a large tree.

When dawn came, the rooster crowed:

Ku-ka-re-ku!

The fox heard this: “Aha! Someone is crowing here - that’s good! Wonderful, my breakfast must be!” - she thought and hurried to the tree on which the rooster was sitting.

Good morning, cockerel-jan! What are you doing there so early? - asks the fox.

We are traveling. “We want to see the world,” answers the rooster.

Oh, what a wonderful idea this is! It’s such a smart idea to travel to see the world! - the fox exclaimed in admiration. - The fact is that I also have the same dream. But I don’t have a friend with whom I could go on a journey. Can I go with you?

“Yes, I don’t mind,” says the rooster. Just now, I’ll ask my friend what he thinks about it. Wait a minute, I'll find out now.

Where is your friend?

Yes, here he is - under a bush, near a tree.

“His friend must be another rooster. That’s good: breakfast is already there, so there will be lunch!” - the fox thought joyfully and rushed into the bushes.

Suddenly, seeing a dog there, she was so frightened that she ran away as fast as she could.

Hey, fox-jan! Don’t rush so much, be patient a little, we’re already on our way too. Called my friend too! - a rooster cheerfully shouted after her from a tree branch.

COCK QUIZ

What word does the word come from? "rooster"?
a) From the word “loop”;
b) From the word “sing”;
c) From the word “cock”;
d) From the word “hoot”.
(Rooster- "singer".)

In what countries rooster is the national bird?
a) Japan and China;
b) France and Kenya;
c) England and Mongolia;
d) USA and Canada.

In heraldry rooster symbolizes... What?
a) Power;
b) Longevity;
c) Military courage;
d) Love of children.

In what region of the Russian Federation is the city located? Cockerels?

a) In Tambovskaya;

b) In Ivanovskaya;

c) In Samara;

d) In Vladimirskaya.

How many roosters are depicted on the city's coat of arms Cockerels?

a) Two;

b) Three;

at five;

d) Thirty-three.

(On the red field of the coat of arms there are two golden roosters facing each other. In this city there is the only art museum in Russia and in the world Rooster, opened in 1997.)

What does singing mean rooster?
a) Call for lunch;
b) The beginning of a new hour;
c) End of the working day;
d) Dissatisfaction with the behavior of the chickens.

What disappears, according to folk beliefs, with the first cry rooster?
a) Clouds in the sky;
b) Night ghosts;
c) Fog on the river;
d) Dew on the grass.

What he became famous for rooster?
a) Took off on first hot-air balloon Montgolfier brothers;
b) Took a ride on the first steam locomotive of the Cherepanov brothers;
c) Reached the North Pole on nuclear icebreaker"Arctic";
d) He was the first animal to fly into space.
(Cat, duck, rooster and the ram took off in the first balloon of the Montgolfier brothers on September 19, 1783 in Versailles. The entire flight took about eight minutes, during which the structure covered a distance of three kilometers. At an altitude of 500 meters, the sphere broke through, but descended to the ground so smoothly that not a single animal was harmed.)

What adorns the head rooster?
a) Chub;
b) Mane;
c) Iroquois;
d) Comb.

What kind of decoration is under the beak? rooster?
a) Beads;
b) Pendant;
c) Earrings;
d) Necklace.
(Skin growth.)

What is the neck plumage called? rooster?
a) Necklace;
b) Muffler;
c) Jabot;
d) Medallion.

Where do rooster are there spurs?
a) On the beak;
b) On the head;
c) On the wings;
d) On your feet.
(Spurs are horny spines on a bird’s legs.)

How many toes are on a paw rooster?
a) Five;
b) Four;
at three o'clok;
d) Two.
(Four fingers, one of which points backward and the other three point forward.)

What drink translated from English means " cocky tail"?
a) Cocoa;
b) Cocktail;
c) Yogurt;
d) Kumis.
(Cocktail, the appearance of this drink is associated with merry drinking parties after the end of cockerels fights The owner of the winner treated everyone by mixing alcoholic drinks indiscriminately in one glass, appearance This mixture was very reminiscent of the multi-colored tail of the hero of the occasion.)

In which country, unlike us, do they believe that rooster does not shout “crow”, but “cockey-doodle-doo”?
a) In Germany;
b) In Turkey;
c) In England;
d) In the Netherlands.
(The Germans believe that rooster shouts “ki-ke-re-ki”; song in Turkey rooster perceived as “ko-ko-ri-ko”; in the Netherlands - “ku-ke-lu-ku”; the British are sure that rooster constantly says "cokey-doodle-doo".)

Which rooster must peck a person so that he begins to show increased activity?
a) Plucked;
b) Fried;
c) Boiled;
d) Red.
("While fried rooster won't bite.")

Which rooster is it a symbol of deliberate arson?
a) Red rooster;
b) Black rooster;
c) White rooster;
d) Roasted rooster.
(Let the red one in rooster- deliberately set fire.)

What expression means something ridiculous, funny, wrong?
a) “Ear from a rooster”;
b) “Dokha from a rooster”;
c) “Rooster rot”;
d) “The rooster has a flea.”

Which popular expression used in the case when a singing person’s voice breaks and a sound similar to a squeak is obtained?
a) “Ear from a rooster”;
b) “Let the red rooster fly”;
c) “The roasted rooster pecked”;
d) “Gave a rooster.”
(“Give rooster».)

What does it mean catchphrase"with the first roosters»?
a) Early in the morning;
b) At noon;
c) Late in the evening;
d) After midnight.

What does the expression "walk" mean? rooster»?
a) Walk with pride and important look;
b) Walk around with a dissatisfied look;
c) Walk backwards;
d) Walk while singing a song.

Fill in the missing words in the proverb: “Good rooster...crows.”
a) Already in the egg;
b) Even in soup;
c) No rest;
d) By order of the chicken.
("Good rooster she’s already crowing in the egg.” And there is another proverb: “It’s bad when rooster sings only when the chicken commands.")

Who, according to the Russian proverb, roosters rushing?

a) From a scientist;

b) The greedy one;

c) Happy;

d) From a dreamer.

(“Happy and rooster rushes.")

Where can a person have "roosters"?
a) In the nose;
b) In the ears;
c) In the brain;
d) In the hair.
(This is when a strand of hair gets knocked out of the overall smooth mass.)

What eternal family issue was solved in Rus' by fortune telling? rooster and chicken?
a) “Will there be a wedding?”;
b) “Who is the boss of the house?”;
c) “How many children will there be?”;
d) “Will the year be fruitful?”
(Rooster and the chicken was tied with its tails and placed under a sieve. If you overtightened rooster- the husband is on top, if it’s a chicken, then it means that he will be under the husband’s shoe all his life.)

Whom did Donkey advise to learn singing from? Rooster in Krylov's fable?
a) Crow;
b) Fox;
c) Nightingale;
d) Monkey.
(Fable “The Donkey and the Nightingale.”)

What grain did the fabled one find? Rooster in a dung heap?
a) Gold;
b) Silver;
c) Pearl;
d) Coffee.
(And I really regretted that it was not barley. Fable by I.A. Krylov “ Rooster and Pearl grain.")

Who is in I.A.’s fable? Krylova praises rooster because he praises her?
a) Fox;
b) Cuckoo;
c) Moska;
d) Pig.
(Fable “The Cuckoo and Rooster».)

What is the second name for sea fish? rooster?
a) Trigla;
b) Eel;
c) Haddock;
d) Halibut.

Which mythical creature has a dragon's body and head rooster?
a) Centaur;
b) Basilisk;
c) Sphinx;
d) Griffin.

Which famous poet wrote these lines?
« Roosters recently
They sang for the third time,
Smoothly from the bell tower
The sounds flew by..."
a) N.A. Nekrasov;
b) M.Yu. Lermontov;
c) A.A. Fetu;
d) S.A. Yesenin.

How Rooster drove the Fox out of Zaikin's hut in the Russian folk tale?
a) Whip;
b) Shovel;
c) Oblique;
d) A broom.

Who in the fairy tale by A.S. Pushkin gave Tsar Dadon a gold cockerel?
A) gold fish;
b) Chicken Ryaba;
c) The Swan Princess;
d) Sage.

Where was King Dadon ordered to put the golden one? cockerel?
a) On a spit;
b) On a knitting needle;
c) To the throne;
d) In a cage.
(On the spoke of the spire.)

As who or what did King Dadon use the golden cockerel, sitting on a spoke-spire?
a) weather vane;
b) Hours;
c) Watchman;
d) Spotlights.

Once upon a time there was a cat, a thrush and a cockerel - a golden comb. They lived in the forest, in a hut. The cat and the blackbird go into the forest to chop wood, and leave the cockerel alone.

If they leave, they are severely punished:

— We will go far, but you stay to be housekeepers and don’t raise your voice; when the fox comes, don't look out the window.

The fox found out that the cat and thrush were not at home, ran to the hut, sat under the window and sang:

— Cockerel, cockerel,

golden comb,

Oil head,

Silk beard,

Look out the window

I'll give you some peas.

The cockerel put his head out the window. The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.

The cockerel crowed:

— The fox is carrying me

For the dark forests,

Behind fast rivers,

For the high mountains...

Cat and blackbird, save me!..

The cat and the blackbird heard it, gave chase and took the cockerel from the fox.

Another time, the cat and the blackbird went into the forest to chop wood and again punished:

- Well, now, rooster, don’t look out the window, we’ll go even further, we won’t hear your voice.

They left, and the fox again ran to the hut and sang:

— Cockerel, cockerel,

golden comb,

Oil head,

Silk beard,

Look out the window

I'll give you some peas.

— The guys were running,

The wheat was scattered

The chickens are pecking

Roosters are not given...

— Ko-ko-ko! How can they not give it?!

The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.

The cockerel crowed:

— The fox is carrying me

For the dark forests,

For fast rivers,

For the high mountains...

Cat and blackbird, save me!..

The cat and the blackbird heard it and rushed in pursuit. The cat is running, the blackbird is flying... They caught up with the fox - the cat is fighting, the blackbird is pecking, and the cockerel is taken away.

Whether long or short, the cat and the blackbird gathered again in the forest to chop wood. When leaving, they strictly punish the cockerel:

— Don’t listen to the fox, don’t look out the window, we’ll go even further, we won’t hear your voice.

And the cat and the blackbird went far into the forest to chop wood. And the fox is right there: he sat under the window and sings:

— Cockerel, cockerel,

golden comb,

Oil head,

Silk beard,

Look out the window

I'll give you some peas.

The cockerel sits and says nothing. And the fox again:

— The guys were running,

The wheat was scattered

The chickens are pecking

Roosters are not given...

The cockerel keeps quiet. And the fox again:

— People fled

Nuts were poured

The chickens are pecking

Roosters are not given...

The cockerel put his head out the window:

— Ko-ko-ko! How can they not give it?!

The fox grabbed him tightly in her claws and carried him into her hole, beyond the dark forests, beyond the fast rivers, beyond the high mountains...

No matter how much the cockerel crowed or called, the cat and the blackbird did not hear him. And when we returned home, the cockerel was gone.

The cat and the blackbird ran along the fox's tracks. The cat is running, the thrush is flying... They ran to the fox's hole. The cat set up the caterpillars and let’s practice:

— Trembling, chattering, caterpillars,

Golden strings...

Is Lisafya-kuma still at home?

Are you in your warm nest?

The fox listened, listened and thought:

“Let me see who plays the harp so well and hums sweetly.”

She took it and crawled out of the hole. The cat and the blackbird grabbed her - and began to beat and beat her. They beat and beat her until she lost her legs.

They took the cockerel, put it in a basket and brought it home.

And from then on they began to live and be, and they still live.

A.S. Pushkin

The Tale of the Golden Cockerel

Nowhere, in the distant kingdom, In the thirtieth state, Once upon a time there lived a glorious king Dadon. From a young age he was formidable And the neighbors every now and then Offended boldly; But in my old age I wanted Take a break from military affairs And give yourself some peace. The neighbors are disturbing here Steel the old king, Doing terrible harm to him. So that the ends of your possessions Protect from attacks He should have contained Numerous army. The governors did not sleep, But they didn’t make it in time. They used to wait from the south, lo and behold - An army is coming from the east! They will celebrate here - dashing guests Coming from the sea... Out of anger Indus King Dadon cried, Inda even forgot his sleep. Why is life in such anxiety! Here he is asking for help Turned to the sage To the astrologer and eunuch. He sends a messenger after him with a bow. Here is the sage in front of Dadon He stood up and took it out of the bag Golden cockerel. “Plant this bird, - He said to the king, - to the knitting needle; My golden cockerel Your faithful watchman will be: If everything around is peaceful, So he will sit quietly; But only a little from the outside Expect war for you Or the onslaught of battle force, Or another uninvited misfortune Instantly then my cockerel Raises the comb Screams and starts up And it will turn back to that place.” The king of the eunuch thanks It promises mountains of gold. “For such a favor,” He says in admiration, - Your first will I will do it as mine.” Cockerel from a high knitting needle Began to guard its borders. A little danger is visible, Faithful watchman as if from a dream It will move, it will perk up, Will turn to the other side And shouts: “Kiri-ku-ku. Reign while lying on your side!” And the neighbors calmed down, They no longer dared to fight: Such is King Dadon He fought back from all sides! A year or two passes peacefully; The cockerel sits still. One day King Dadon Awakened by a terrible noise: “You are our king! father of the people! - The governor proclaims. - Sovereign! wake up! trouble!” - “What is it, gentlemen? - Dadon says, yawning, - Eh?..Who’s there?..what’s the trouble?” Voivode says: “The cockerel is crowing again; There is fear and noise throughout the capital.” Tsar to the window, - en on the knitting needle, He sees a cockerel beating, Facing east. There is no need to hesitate: “Hurry! People, get on your horse! Hey, come alive!” The king sends an army to the east, The eldest son leads him. The cockerel calmed down The noise died down, and the king forgot. Eight days pass now But there is no news from the army; Was there, or was there not, a battle, - No report to Dadon. The cockerel crows again; The king calls another army; He's a smaller son now He sends the big one to the rescue. The cockerel calmed down again. No news from them again! Again eight days pass; People spend their days in fear; The cockerel crows again; The king calls the third army And leads her to the east, - Himself, not knowing whether it would be of any use. The troops march day and night; They become unbearable. No massacre, no camp, No grave mound King Dadon does not meet. “What kind of miracle?” - he thinks. Now the eighth day has passed, The king leads the army to the mountains And between the high mountains He sees a silk tent. Everything is in wonderful silence Around the tent; in a narrow gorge The army lies beaten. King Dadon hurries to the tent... What a terrible picture! Before him are his two sons Without helmets and without armor Both lie dead The sword stuck into each other. Their horses roam in the middle of the meadow On the trampled grass, Through the bloody ant... The king howled: “Oh, children, children! Woe is me! caught in the net Both our falcons! Woe! my death has come.” Everyone howled for Dadon, Moaned heavily The depths of the valleys and the heart of the mountains Shocked. Suddenly the tent It opened... and the girl, Shamakhan queen, All shining like the dawn, She met the king quietly. Like a bird of the night before the sun, The king fell silent, looking into her eyes, And he forgot in front of her Death of both sons. And she is in front of Dadon Smiled and bowed She took him by the hand And she took her into her tent. There she sat him at the table, She treated me to every kind of dish; I put her to rest On a brocade bed And then, exactly a week, Submitting to her unconditionally, Bewitched, delighted, Dadon feasted with her. Finally on the way back With your military strength And with a young girl The king went home. The rumor ran before him, She divulged fables and fables. Under the capital, near the gates, The people greeted them with noise, - Everyone is running after the chariot, Behind Dadon and the queen; Dadon welcomes everyone... Suddenly in the crowd he saw In a white Saracen cap, All gray-haired like a swan, His old friend, eunuch. "A! great, my father, - The king said to him, “What do you say?” Come closer! What do you order? - - Tsar! - the sage answers, - Let's finally break up Do you remember? for my service He promised me as a friend, My first will You perform it as your own. Give me the girl. - Shamakhan queen... - The king was extremely amazed. "What you? - he said to the elder, - Or has the demon got inside you? Or are you crazy? What's on your mind? Of course I promised But there is a limit to everything! And why do you need a girl? Come on, do you know who I am? Ask from me Even the treasury, even the rank of boyar, Even a horse from the royal stables, At least half my kingdom.” - I don’t want anything! Give me a girl Shamakhan queen, - The sage speaks in response. The king spat: “It’s so dashing: no! You won't get anything. You, sinner, are torturing yourself; Get out, safe for now; Get the old man away!” The old man wanted to argue But it is costly to quarrel with others; The king grabbed him with his staff On the forehead; he fell face down And the spirit is gone. - The entire capital Shuddered; and the girl - Hee hee hee! yes ha ha ha! Not afraid, you know, of sin. The king, although he was greatly alarmed, He smiled at her affectionately. Here he is entering the city... Suddenly there was a light ringing sound, And in the eyes of the entire capital The cockerel flew off the knitting needle; Flew to the chariot And he sat on the king’s head, Startled, pecked at the crown And soared... and at the same time Dadon fell from the chariot - He groaned once and he died. And the queen suddenly disappeared, It was as if it had never happened at all. The fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it! A lesson to good fellows.

Cockerel and bean seed

The cockerel was rummaging in the yard and found bean seed. I wanted to swallow it, but I choked. He choked and fell, and lies there, not breathing!
The chicken saw it, ran up to him and asked:
- Ko-ko-ko! Cockerel-cockerel, why are you lying there and not breathing?
The rooster answers:
- I choked on the bobok... Go to the cow, ask for butter and swallow the bobok...

The chicken ran to the cow:
- Ko-ko-ko! Cow-cow, give me some butter - the little coot is lying there, not breathing, choking on the bean!
Cow says:
- Moo, go to the mowers and ask for hay!

The chicken ran to the mowers:
- Ko-ko-ko! Mowers-mowers, give me some hay! Hay is for the cow, the cow will give me butter, and butter will give me a cockerel. The cockerel is lying, not breathing, choking on a bob!
Mowers say:
- Go to the bakery and ask for some rolls!

The chicken ran to the stove:
- Ko-ko-ko! Pecheya-pecheya, give me some rolls! The rolls will give to the mowers, the mowers will give hay, the hay will give to the cow, the cow will give butter, and the butter will give a cockerel. The cockerel is lying, not breathing, choking on a bob!
Pecheya says:
- Go to the lumberjacks! Ask for firewood!

The chicken ran to the woodcutters:
- Ko-ko-ko! Lumberjacks, lumberjacks, give me some wood! Firewood is hotter, the bakery will give rolls, rolls will give to mowers, mowers will give hay, hay will give to a cow, a cow will give butter, and butter will give a cockerel. The cockerel is lying, not breathing, choking on a bob!
- Go to the blacksmith, ask for an axe, there’s nothing to chop with!

The chicken ran to the blacksmith:
- Ko-ko-ko! Blacksmith, blacksmith, give me an axe, the ax will give to the woodcutters, the woodcutters will give firewood, the firewood will give the stove, the stove will give rolls, the rolls will give to the mowers, the mowers will give hay, the hay to the cow, the cow will give butter, the butter will give a cockerel. The cockerel is lying, not breathing, choking on a bob!
“Go into the forest, light some coals,” says the blacksmith.

The chicken went into the forest, lit coals, and brought the coals to the blacksmith. The blacksmith gave him an axe. She brought the ax to the woodcutters, the woodcutters gave firewood. The stove brought firewood, the stove gave rolls.

The chicken brought rolls to the mowers, and the mowers gave them hay. She brought hay to the cow, and the cow gave butter.

The chicken brought butter to the cockerel. The cockerel swallowed the butter and swallowed the bean.
He jumped up and sang:
- Kukareku-oo-oo-oo!

One day a rooster jumped onto the roof of a house and wanted to see the whole world from there. He craned his neck, turned his head this way and that, but saw nothing - the mountain that stood in front of the house blocked his horizon. - Doggy-jan, do you happen to know what is there, behind the mountain? – the rooster asked the dog lying in the yard. “I don’t know,” answered the dog. - Our whole life will pass, and we will never know anything. Let's go and see the world! The dog agreed. They packed up and hit the road. They walked and walked and reached the forest. And by this time the sun had already set behind the tops of the trees, and dusk had fallen. A rooster and a dog settled down for the night in the forest: the dog was under a bush, and the rooster was on a branch of a large tree. When dawn came, the rooster crowed: - Ku-ka-re-ku! The fox heard this: “Aha! Someone is crowing here - that’s good! Wonderful, my breakfast must be!” - she thought and hurried to the tree on which the rooster was sitting. - Good morning, cockerel-jan! What are you doing there so early? - asks the fox. - We are traveling. “We want to see the world,” answers the rooster. - Oh, what a wonderful idea this is! It’s such a smart idea to travel to see the world! – the fox exclaimed in admiration. – The fact is that I also have the same dream. But I don’t have a friend with whom I could go on a journey. Can I go with you? “Yes, I don’t mind,” says the rooster. Just now, I’ll ask my friend what he thinks about it. Wait a minute, I'll find out now. -Where is your friend? - Yes, here he is - under a bush, near a tree. “His friend must be another rooster. That’s good: breakfast is already there, so there will be lunch!” – the fox thought joyfully and rushed into the bushes. Suddenly, seeing a dog there, she was so frightened that she ran away as fast as she could. - Hey, fox-jan! Don’t rush so much, be patient a little, we’re already on our way too. Called my friend too! – a rooster cheerfully shouted after her from a tree branch.

Rooster and peacock

Kalmyk fairy tale

In distant, hoary times, there lived neighbors: a rooster and a peacock. The rooster was beautiful and smart. His golden feathers, shining dazzlingly, shimmered under sun rays. All the birds were jealous of the rooster. Many of them, sitting in the trees, sang plaintively: why don’t they have such a beautiful outfit as a rooster? The rooster was important and proud. He didn't talk to anyone except the peacock. He walked with an important gait and pecked grains just as important.
The rooster was friends with the peacock. Whether he was condescending to the peacock because his outfit was poor, or because he was friends with him because they were close neighbors - I don’t know, but they lived amicably.
One day a peacock was going to a distant land to visit. The peacock was sad that his outfit was too poor. He looked at the rooster with envy and thought: “How lucky I would be if I had such a beautiful outfit as the rooster’s. What I have? Nothing but pathetic feathers. How can I appear in a foreign land in such a wretched form! No, I’m ashamed to appear like a stranger in this form. Why not turn to the rooster? I'd better ask him for his outfit. Will he really refuse me?
And the peacock turned to the rooster with this request, promising to return the next morning.
The rooster thought and said:
“What will I do if you don’t show up by dawn tomorrow?”
Peacock replied:
- If I don’t come by dawn, then you shout, I will definitely come to your call. But if I’m not there in the morning, then shout at noon, and if I don’t appear at noon, then shout in the evening. By evening, of course, I will be there.
The rooster believed the peacock, took off his beautiful outfit and gave it to him, and he himself dressed in peacock feathers. In a beautiful rooster outfit, the peacock itself became beautiful bird. Joyful and proud, he went to distant lands.
Day passed. The night has passed. The rooster is waiting for the peacock. But there is no peacock. The rooster began to worry. The rooster could not stand it and cried:
- Ku-ka-re-ku!
And again, again, but there is no peacock. The rooster was sad. Waiting for noon to come. It's noon. The rooster crows again. No peacock. Waiting for the evening. Evening has come. The rooster crows again and calls the peacock, but the peacock has disappeared.
And so the peacock disappeared, and with it the beautiful outfit of the rooster.
Since then, the roosters call the peacock, who has taken away their former beautiful outfit, three times every day - in the morning, at noon and in the evening.

Many years ago we had an old rooster; he took his chickens to the forests and fields. One day, when they were rummaging in the ground under the leaves, the rooster found a large linen wallet, tightly stuffed with gold and silver coins. The rooster grabbed the wallet and took it home; he sang at the top of his lungs and was overwhelmed with happiness.

In that village there lived a certain gentleman, his name was d'Arglan; He said:

Rooster, show me your wallet! Having received the wallet, he did not even think about returning it, but took it to his home. Then the rooster crowed:

Monsieur d'Arglan gave nothing away. The rooster began to crow even louder. Monsieur d'Arglan got angry and said: “Wait, I'll deal with you!” I'll lock you in a stable for the night with my mules, they'll teach you a lesson.

The rooster got scared and ran away. On the way he met a wolf.

“Hello, godfather,” he said.

“Hello, godfather,” answered the wolf. - Where are you going?

I know where I'm going. If you want to come with me, I will feed you delicious food.

“I’m always happy to eat something,” said the wolf.

Since you agree to come with me,” said the rooster, “get into my bag.”

“Hello, godfather,” said the rooster.

“Hello, godfather,” answered the fox. - Where are you going?

I already know where I'm going. If you want to come with me, I will feed you delicious food. The fox immediately pricked up his ears.

“I’m always happy to eat,” he said.

“If so, get into my bag,” said the rooster. He moved on. He met bees and hornets.

If you want to sting to your heart's content, get into my bag.

The bees and hornets did not have to ask: the rooster put them in the bag.

The rooster walked and walked until he came across a stream.

Where are you going, rooster? - the stream asked him.

“I already know where I’m going,” said the rooster. - Monsieur d'Arglan took my goods, all my gold and silver, come with me: you will help me.

Brook agreed. The rooster put it in his bag.

The rooster returned, knocked on M. d'Arglan's door and began to bawle:

Monsieur d'Arglan, give me the goods! Give back my gold and silver!

Wait, you'll calm down with me! - said Monsieur D'Arglan.

Towards evening he ordered his servants to catch the rooster and lock it in the stable with the mules for the night. “By tomorrow morning they will be done with him,” he thought. And so the rooster was locked up along with the mules. The mules were angry. kicked their feet. The poor rooster got pretty scared, but kept his ears open. Eventually they pounced on him.

Then the rooster said to the wolf.

Get out of the bag, bite them all, eat as much as you want.

The wolf jumped out of the bag, bit all the mules, began to torment them, drink their blood and devour them. In the blink of an eye, the mules were finished.

The next day, early in the morning, Monsieur d'Argle jumped out of bed and ran to the stable where the mules were standing to see if the rooster had been killed. As soon as he opened the door, the rooster, as important as before, flew out into the yard and sang at the top of his lungs:

Monsieur d'Arglan, give me the goods! Give back my gold and silver!

“Here you go! - thought Monsieur d'Arglan. “The mules were unable to finish him off.”

He entered the stable and saw that all his mules were lying dead.

Great, I got caught! - he cried. - I'm sick and tired of this evil rooster! I'll have him put in the goose coop and let the geese give him a good beating.

In the evening he ordered the rooster to be sent to the goose house. The geese hissed at him at once.

Hey fox, get out of the bag! - said the rooster. - the souls of them all! Eat as much as you want!

The fox did not force himself to ask, he spent the whole night strangling geese and feasting on goose meat.

Monsieur d'Arglan could hardly wait for dawn, so he could not find out whether the rooster was alive. He opened the goose coop, the rooster flew into the yard and crowed:

Monsieur d'Arglan, give me the goods! Give back my gold and silver!

Damn that rooster! - Monsieur d'Arglan is frightened. - Is it really the same with my elk geese as with mules?

He entered the goose house and saw that every single geese had been strangled; everything around was covered in blood and strewn with feathers.

This rooster is a real devil! - thought Monsieur d'Arglan. - Well, we can deal with him after all. I have no doubt about it."

Today,” he said to the rooster, “I will send you to my daughters for the night.” They'll strangle you, but they'll be able to handle you.

And the rooster responded:

Monsieur d'Arglan, give me the goods! Give back my gold and silver!

When it got dark, Monsieur d'Arglan said to his three daughters:

Daughters, here is a rooster for you; he will sleep with you. Try to strangle him.

Sensing that the girls wanted to finish him off, the rooster said:

Bees, hornets - sorry, but it hurts more! The next morning, as soon as it began to get light, Monsieur d'Arglane came to see if the rooster had come to an end. And the rooster flew over his head and sang:

Monsieur d'Arglan, give me the goods! Give back my gold and silver!

Monsieur d'Arglan looked at his daughters - they were barely alive and swollen so that they were unrecognizable.

"What to do? - thought Mr. d'Arglan - We must finally finish off this rooster! That's what! I'll have the stove lit and put him there - that way we'll surely be able to kill him. Apparently, you won’t find any other way.”

The stove was flooded, and when it became red hot, they chased the rooster, caught him, grabbed him by the wings and threw him into the firebox. Then the rooster said to the stream:

Get out of the bag!

And the stream instantly spread throughout the oven; the stove turned black, like a chimney covered in soot. When Monsieur d'Arglan came to see how things were going and opened the oven, a rooster flew out of it, singing:

Monsieur d'Arglan, give me the goods! Give back my gold and silver!

Then Monsieur d'Arglan took the wallet, threw it onto the tiled roof and shouted:

Here's your wallet! You have caused me too many losses!

Our rooster took the wallet and went home to his chickens, unable to feel his feet under him with joy. And the chickens, seeing him, all clucked at once!

Once upon a time there was a cat, a thrush and a cockerel - a golden comb. They lived in the forest, in a hut. The cat and the blackbird go into the forest to chop wood, and leave the cockerel alone.

If they leave, they are severely punished:

— We will go far, but you stay to be housekeepers and don’t raise your voice; when the fox comes, don't look out the window.

The fox found out that the cat and thrush were not at home, ran to the hut, sat under the window and sang:

— Cockerel, cockerel,

golden comb,

Oil head,

Silk beard,

Look out the window

I'll give you some peas.

The cockerel put his head out the window. The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.

The cockerel crowed:

— The fox is carrying me

For the dark forests,

For fast rivers,

For the high mountains...

Cat and blackbird, save me!..

The cat and the blackbird heard it, gave chase and took the cockerel from the fox.

Another time, the cat and the blackbird went into the forest to chop wood and again punished:

- Well, now, rooster, don’t look out the window, we’ll go even further, we won’t hear your voice.

They left, and the fox again ran to the hut and sang:

— Cockerel, cockerel,

golden comb,

Oil head,

Silk beard,

Look out the window

I'll give you some peas.

— The guys were running,

The wheat was scattered

The chickens are pecking

Roosters are not given...

— Ko-ko-ko! How can they not give it?!

The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.

The cockerel crowed:

— The fox is carrying me

For the dark forests,

For fast rivers,

For the high mountains...

Cat and blackbird, save me!..

The cat and the blackbird heard it and rushed in pursuit. The cat is running, the blackbird is flying... They caught up with the fox - the cat is fighting, the blackbird is pecking, and the cockerel is taken away.

Whether long or short, the cat and the blackbird gathered again in the forest to chop wood. When leaving, they strictly punish the cockerel:

— Don’t listen to the fox, don’t look out the window, we’ll go even further, we won’t hear your voice.

And the cat and the blackbird went far into the forest to chop wood. And the fox is right there: he sat under the window and sings:

— Cockerel, cockerel,

golden comb,

Oil head,

Silk beard,

Look out the window

I'll give you some peas.

The cockerel sits and says nothing. And the fox again:

— The guys were running,

The wheat was scattered

The chickens are pecking

Roosters are not given...

The cockerel keeps quiet. And the fox again:

— People fled

Nuts were poured

The chickens are pecking

Roosters are not given...

The cockerel put his head out the window:

— Ko-ko-ko! How can they not give it?!

The fox grabbed him tightly in her claws and carried him into her hole, beyond the dark forests, beyond the fast rivers, beyond the high mountains...

No matter how much the cockerel crowed or called, the cat and the blackbird did not hear him. And when we returned home, the cockerel was gone.

The cat and the blackbird ran along the fox's tracks. The cat is running, the thrush is flying... They ran to the fox's hole. The cat set up the caterpillars and let’s practice:

— Trembling, chattering, caterpillars,

Golden strings...

Is Lisafya-kuma still at home?

Are you in your warm nest?

The fox listened, listened and thought:

“Let me see who plays the harp so well and hums sweetly.”

She took it and crawled out of the hole. The cat and the blackbird grabbed her - and began to beat and beat her. They beat and beat her until she lost her legs.

They took the cockerel, put it in a basket and brought it home.

And from then on they began to live and be, and they still live.

A.S. Pushkin

The Tale of the Golden Cockerel

Nowhere, in the distant kingdom, In the thirtieth state, Once upon a time there lived a glorious king Dadon. From a young age he was formidable And the neighbors every now and then Offended boldly; But in my old age I wanted Take a break from military affairs And give yourself some peace. The neighbors are disturbing here Steel the old king, Doing terrible harm to him. So that the ends of your possessions Protect from attacks He should have contained Numerous army. The governors did not sleep, But they didn’t make it in time. They used to wait from the south, lo and behold - An army is coming from the east! They will celebrate here - dashing guests Coming from the sea... Out of anger Indus King Dadon cried, Inda even forgot his sleep. Why is life in such anxiety! Here he is asking for help Turned to the sage To the astrologer and eunuch. He sends a messenger after him with a bow. Here is the sage in front of Dadon He stood up and took it out of the bag Golden cockerel. “Plant this bird, - He said to the king, - to the knitting needle; My golden cockerel Your faithful watchman will be: If everything around is peaceful, So he will sit quietly; But only a little from the outside Expect war for you Or the onslaught of battle force, Or another uninvited misfortune Instantly then my cockerel Raises the comb Screams and starts up And it will turn back to that place.” The king of the eunuch thanks It promises mountains of gold. “For such a favor,” He says in admiration, - Your first will I will do it as mine.” Cockerel from a high knitting needle Began to guard its borders. A little danger is visible, Faithful watchman as if from a dream It will move, it will perk up, Will turn to the other side And shouts: “Kiri-ku-ku. Reign while lying on your side!” And the neighbors calmed down, They no longer dared to fight: Such is King Dadon He fought back from all sides! A year or two passes peacefully; The cockerel sits still. One day King Dadon Awakened by a terrible noise: “You are our king! father of the people! - The governor proclaims. - Sovereign! wake up! trouble!” - “What is it, gentlemen? - Dadon says, yawning, - Eh?..Who’s there?..what’s the trouble?” Voivode says: “The cockerel is crowing again; There is fear and noise throughout the capital.” Tsar to the window, - en on the knitting needle, He sees a cockerel beating, Facing east. There is no need to hesitate: “Hurry! People, get on your horse! Hey, come alive!” The king sends an army to the east, The eldest son leads him. The cockerel calmed down The noise died down, and the king forgot. Eight days pass now But there is no news from the army; Was there, or was there not, a battle, - No report to Dadon. The cockerel crows again; The king calls another army; He's a smaller son now He sends the big one to the rescue. The cockerel calmed down again. No news from them again! Again eight days pass; People spend their days in fear; The cockerel crows again; The king calls the third army And leads her to the east, - Himself, not knowing whether it would be of any use. The troops march day and night; They become unbearable. No massacre, no camp, No grave mound King Dadon does not meet. “What kind of miracle?” - he thinks. Now the eighth day has passed, The king leads the army to the mountains And between the high mountains He sees a silk tent. Everything is in wonderful silence Around the tent; in a narrow gorge The army lies beaten. King Dadon hurries to the tent... What a terrible picture! Before him are his two sons Without helmets and without armor Both lie dead The sword stuck into each other. Their horses roam in the middle of the meadow On the trampled grass, Through the bloody ant... The king howled: “Oh, children, children! Woe is me! caught in the net Both our falcons! Woe! my death has come.” Everyone howled for Dadon, Moaned heavily The depths of the valleys and the heart of the mountains Shocked. Suddenly the tent It opened... and the girl, Shamakhan queen, All shining like the dawn, She met the king quietly. Like a bird of the night before the sun, The king fell silent, looking into her eyes, And he forgot in front of her Death of both sons. And she is in front of Dadon Smiled and bowed She took him by the hand And she took her into her tent. There she sat him at the table, She treated me to every kind of dish; I put her to rest On a brocade bed And then, exactly a week, Submitting to her unconditionally, Bewitched, delighted, Dadon feasted with her. Finally on the way back With your military strength And with a young girl The king went home. The rumor ran before him, She divulged fables and fables. Under the capital, near the gates, The people greeted them with noise, - Everyone is running after the chariot, Behind Dadon and the queen; Dadon welcomes everyone... Suddenly in the crowd he saw In a white Saracen cap, All gray-haired like a swan, His old friend, eunuch. "A! great, my father, - The king said to him, “What do you say?” Come closer! What do you order? - - Tsar! - the sage answers, - Let's finally break up Do you remember? for my service He promised me as a friend, My first will You perform it as your own. Give me the girl. - Shamakhan queen... - The king was extremely amazed. "What you? - he said to the elder, - Or has the demon got inside you? Or are you crazy? What's on your mind? Of course I promised But there is a limit to everything! And why do you need a girl? Come on, do you know who I am? Ask from me Even the treasury, even the rank of boyar, Even a horse from the royal stables, At least half my kingdom.” - I don’t want anything! Give me a girl Shamakhan queen, - The sage speaks in response. The king spat: “It’s so dashing: no! You won't get anything. You, sinner, are torturing yourself; Get out, safe for now; Get the old man away!” The old man wanted to argue But it is costly to quarrel with others; The king grabbed him with his staff On the forehead; he fell face down And the spirit is gone. - The entire capital Shuddered; and the girl - Hee hee hee! yes ha ha ha! Not afraid, you know, of sin. The king, although he was greatly alarmed, He smiled at her affectionately. Here he is entering the city... Suddenly there was a light ringing sound, And in the eyes of the entire capital The cockerel flew off the knitting needle; Flew to the chariot And he sat on the king’s head, Startled, pecked at the crown And soared... and at the same time Dadon fell from the chariot - He groaned once and he died. And the queen suddenly disappeared, It was as if it had never happened at all. The fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it! A lesson to good fellows.

Cockerel and bean seed

The cockerel was rummaging in the yard and found a bean seed. I wanted to swallow it, but I choked. He choked and fell, and lies there, not breathing!
The chicken saw it, ran up to him and asked:
- Ko-ko-ko! Cockerel-cockerel, why are you lying there and not breathing?
The rooster answers:
- I choked on the bobok... Go to the cow, ask for butter and swallow the bobok...

The chicken ran to the cow:
- Ko-ko-ko! Cow-cow, give me some butter - the little coot is lying there, not breathing, choking on the bean!
Cow says:
- Moo, go to the mowers and ask for hay!

The chicken ran to the mowers:
- Ko-ko-ko! Mowers-mowers, give me some hay! Hay is for the cow, the cow will give me butter, and butter will give me a cockerel. The cockerel is lying, not breathing, choking on a bob!
Mowers say:
- Go to the bakery and ask for some rolls!

The chicken ran to the stove:
- Ko-ko-ko! Pecheya-pecheya, give me some rolls! The rolls will give to the mowers, the mowers will give hay, the hay will give to the cow, the cow will give butter, and the butter will give a cockerel. The cockerel is lying, not breathing, choking on a bob!
Pecheya says:
- Go to the lumberjacks! Ask for firewood!

The chicken ran to the woodcutters:
- Ko-ko-ko! Lumberjacks, lumberjacks, give me some wood! Firewood is hotter, the bakery will give rolls, rolls will give to mowers, mowers will give hay, hay will give to a cow, a cow will give butter, and butter will give a cockerel. The cockerel is lying, not breathing, choking on a bob!
- Go to the blacksmith, ask for an axe, there’s nothing to chop with!

The chicken ran to the blacksmith:
- Ko-ko-ko! Blacksmith, blacksmith, give me an axe, the ax will give to the woodcutters, the woodcutters will give firewood, the firewood will give the stove, the stove will give rolls, the rolls will give to the mowers, the mowers will give hay, the hay to the cow, the cow will give butter, the butter will give a cockerel. The cockerel is lying, not breathing, choking on a bob!
“Go into the forest, light some coals,” says the blacksmith.

The chicken went into the forest, lit coals, and brought the coals to the blacksmith. The blacksmith gave him an axe. She brought the ax to the woodcutters, the woodcutters gave firewood. The stove brought firewood, the stove gave rolls.

The chicken brought rolls to the mowers, and the mowers gave them hay. She brought hay to the cow, and the cow gave butter.

The chicken brought butter to the cockerel. The cockerel swallowed the butter and swallowed the bean.
He jumped up and sang:
- Kukareku-oo-oo-oo!

One day a rooster jumped onto the roof of a house and wanted to see the whole world from there. He craned his neck, turned his head this way and that, but saw nothing - the mountain that stood in front of the house blocked his horizon. - Doggy-jan, do you happen to know what is there, behind the mountain? – the rooster asked the dog lying in the yard. “I don’t know,” answered the dog. - Our whole life will pass, and we will never know anything. Let's go and see the world! The dog agreed. They packed up and hit the road. They walked and walked and reached the forest. And by this time the sun had already set behind the tops of the trees, and dusk had fallen. A rooster and a dog settled down for the night in the forest: the dog was under a bush, and the rooster was on a branch of a large tree. When dawn came, the rooster crowed: - Ku-ka-re-ku! The fox heard this: “Aha! Someone is crowing here - that’s good! Wonderful, my breakfast must be!” - she thought and hurried to the tree on which the rooster was sitting. - Good morning, cockerel-jan! What are you doing there so early? - asks the fox. - We are traveling. “We want to see the world,” answers the rooster. - Oh, what a wonderful idea this is! It’s such a smart idea to travel to see the world! – the fox exclaimed in admiration. – The fact is that I also have the same dream. But I don’t have a friend with whom I could go on a journey. Can I go with you? “Yes, I don’t mind,” says the rooster. Just now, I’ll ask my friend what he thinks about it. Wait a minute, I'll find out now. -Where is your friend? - Yes, here he is - under a bush, near a tree. “His friend must be another rooster. That’s good: breakfast is already there, so there will be lunch!” – the fox thought joyfully and rushed into the bushes. Suddenly, seeing a dog there, she was so frightened that she ran away as fast as she could. - Hey, fox-jan! Don’t rush so much, be patient a little, we’re already on our way too. Called my friend too! – a rooster cheerfully shouted after her from a tree branch.

Rooster and peacock

Kalmyk fairy tale

In distant, hoary times, there lived neighbors: a rooster and a peacock. The rooster was beautiful and smart. His golden feathers, shining dazzlingly, shimmered under the sun's rays. All the birds were jealous of the rooster. Many of them, sitting in the trees, sang plaintively: why don’t they have such a beautiful outfit as a rooster? The rooster was important and proud. He didn't talk to anyone except the peacock. He walked with an important gait and pecked grains just as important.
The rooster was friends with the peacock. Whether he was condescending to the peacock because his outfit was poor, or because he was friends with him because they were close neighbors - I don’t know, but they lived amicably.
One day a peacock was going to a distant land to visit. The peacock was sad that his outfit was too poor. He looked at the rooster with envy and thought: “How lucky I would be if I had such a beautiful outfit as the rooster’s. What I have? Nothing but pathetic feathers. How can I appear in a foreign land in such a wretched form! No, I’m ashamed to appear like a stranger in this form. Why not turn to the rooster? I'd better ask him for his outfit. Will he really refuse me?
And the peacock turned to the rooster with this request, promising to return the next morning.
The rooster thought and said:
“What will I do if you don’t show up by dawn tomorrow?”
Peacock replied:
- If I don’t come by dawn, then you shout, I will definitely come to your call. But if I’m not there in the morning, then shout at noon, and if I don’t appear at noon, then shout in the evening. By evening, of course, I will be there.
The rooster believed the peacock, took off his beautiful outfit and gave it to him, and he himself dressed in peacock feathers. In the beautiful outfit of the rooster, the peacock became the most beautiful bird. Joyful and proud, he went to distant lands.
Day passed. The night has passed. The rooster is waiting for the peacock. But there is no peacock. The rooster began to worry. The rooster could not stand it and cried:
- Ku-ka-re-ku!
And again, again, but there is no peacock. The rooster was sad. Waiting for noon to come. It's noon. The rooster crows again. No peacock. Waiting for the evening. Evening has come. The rooster crows again and calls the peacock, but the peacock has disappeared.
And so the peacock disappeared, and with it the beautiful outfit of the rooster.
Since then, the roosters call the peacock, who has taken away their former beautiful outfit, three times every day - in the morning, at noon and in the evening.

One day a huge Rooster came to the Elephant and shouted loudly:
- Ku-ka-re-ku! The elephant was surprised:
- Why are you crowing?
And the Rooster rakes away the rubbish with its paws, pecks at the grains, and no, no, it will scream again.
- Kuka-re-ku!
The Elephant looked and looked at the Rooster and asked:
– Who eats more, you or me?
- I'll eat more! - the Rooster answered bravely. They started arguing. We argued and argued and let's eat. The elephant ate and ate, was full and fell asleep.
He woke up and saw that the Rooster was still pecking at the grain. The elephant started eating again. He ate and ate and fell asleep again.
The Elephant woke up, saw that evening was approaching, and the Rooster continued to tirelessly peck at the grain - Quickly, quickly he would peck and again:
- Ku-ka-re-ku!
“How greedy he is! – Elephant was surprised. “I have never seen such an insatiable animal.”
And the Rooster became self-important that he won the argument.