The magic word A little old man with a long gray beard was sitting on a bench and was drawing something in the sand with an umbrella. “Move over,” Pavlik told him and sat down on the edge. The old man moved over and, looking at the boy’s red, angry face, said: “Is there something wrong with you- what happened? - Well

Lived - there were three friends at the summer cottage. It was a hot summer, and then the long-awaited rains fell. The guys decided to go to the forest for mushrooms. And there they are - even a slanting mow!

It's nice and cool in the forest. Birds are singing, a woodpecker is knocking somewhere, wild bees are buzzing, flowers are ringing - bells. We were about to leave the forest when Senya noticed a bird lying in the grass with a broken wing. She was of extraordinary beauty.

Who is that to you? the boy asked sympathetically and took her carefully in his hands. And then the bird spoke in a human voice. Everyone was frightened by surprise, but Senya didn’t drop the bird from his hands.

This evil boy shot me with a slingshot! Now I can't fly! - she barely said with a dry beak.

Senya caught himself, poured water from a bottle into his palm and gave her a drink.

We will definitely cure your wing! - the savior said firmly, - you will live while with me.

Together with my mother, they treated the wound, applied an ointment bandage and bandaged the wing of the wounded bird. Senya carefully looked after his forest patient. They became friends, but the best thing for a bird is to live in the wild.

She was very grateful to Senya for her help and in parting pulled a feather out of her beautiful tail with her beak and said: - It is not simple! Magic! One has only to say: "One, two, three! Magic feather, help!" - And it will fulfill your good wish.

She flapped her wings and flew away. The boy thought about it .... He had long dreamed of visiting Africa, this hottest continent. Previously, he watched interesting programs about him about nature, fauna, tribes. Senya took a magic feather in his hands and uttered the magic words:

One two Three! Magic feather, help me find myself in Africa, even for one day!

As soon as he spoke, a huge Elephant appeared in front of him. The boy was frightened, but the Elephant smiled affectionately and said:

You wanted to visit my homeland? So I'll take you there! Sit on my trunk and hold on tight!

Immediately the Elephant soared easily into the sky, like a balloon, flapping its big ears like wings.

What wonderful views the Seine has opened up! He never ceased to admire. They flew over the Gibroltarsky Strait, washing the continent with the Atlantic and Indian Oceans, the Mediterranean and the Red Seas. When we flew over the Sahara Desert, Seni's mouth was dry from a dry hot wind, it was unbearably hot and thirsty.

The same scorching heat was in the rest of our Kalahari and Namib deserts, - the Elephant said, breathing heavily, - Now I will arrange a shower for you and myself and have a little rest.

So they flew over the largest island of Madagascar and other islands, over the Drakensberg Mountains, over the incredible beauty of the most powerful Victoria Falls on the Zambezi River. The tired Elephant descended only by the Nile River. Various animals came to the watering hole: antelopes, zebras, giraffes, buffaloes, elephants with their cubs. There were so many of them on the shore! The animals were very surprised to see the boy with the Elephant. Upon learning of his genuine interest in Africa, they nodded their heads approvingly.

We really have something to see.

The elephant sucked in a lot of water with its trunk, like a pump, and doused Senya and himself. After taking a shower and quenching my thirst. they thought to continue their journey. And then suddenly the boy and the Elephant noticed how the animals ran out of the water in panic. It turns out that the crocodile hiding in the water was patiently waiting for its prey, a small antelope. Antelope mother was horrified that now a toothy crocodile would drag her son to the bottom. And then Senya remembered his magic feather.

One two Three! Magic feather, help the crocodile release a little antelope from its mouth, - the boy said quickly.

And in addition to the crocodile, a rhinoceros bird pecked in the head and bit the Tsetse flies. He howled in pain. Big crocodile tears poured from his bloodthirsty eyes, and the villain had to retire in disgrace.

Serve you! ”The animals shouted in chorus and applauded the motivators.

Elephant and Senya continued their journey. They fly over vines, fly over large baobab trees, fly over palms. And below, humanoid monkeys, gorillas, parrots, guinea fowls frolic. Now they are already flying over the jungle, where a small tribe of pygmies lives in the basin of the Congo and Uele rivers. The elephant immediately suspected that something was wrong. Everything around seemed to have died out, froze. Then he went down to the palm trees, and the bird Nectarka told him bad news. It turns out that the evil sorcerer Voodoo put a spell on everything around, because the inhabitants of the tribe wanted to expel him for evil witchcraft.

We must save everyone! - Senya decided immediately.

He took out his magic feather and said the cherished words:

One two Three! Magic feather, help to make the spell of the evil Voodoo sorcerer disappear!

He waved his feather and at the same moment everything around in the village came to life. The adults began to gather for the hunt, and the children ran merrily to play. The leader of the tribe gave the boy with a kind heart, his bow and arrows.

It was a wonderful trip! Thank you very much for everything, - said Senya to the Slon, - I have to go home. My family will be worried about me. Everything happened so unexpectedly that I did not have time to warn anyone.

He waved his feather again and made his last wish:

One two Three! Magic feather, help! Bring me back home as soon as possible!

And the boy was instantly at the porch of his dacha. The elephant waved his big ears goodbye.

Where did you get this bow and arrow? - Grandma asked. - Where did you go for the whole day?

I flew an Elephant to Africa. And all this was presented to me by the African chief of the pygmy tribe.

What a dreamer you are Senechka! I've seen enough TV, - said the grandmother and smiled affectionately.

Fairy tale participates in the competition: African fairy tale

A fairy tale about a magic feather. Author: Elfika Peryshko was light and weightless, very mobile and restless. This caused disapproval from relatives. The relatives worked at the Feather Pillow and were very proud of the stability achieved. - Grow up, Feather, take a closer look. Soon you will go to work too. We will put in a word for you, and they will take you into the Biggest Pillow, ”my mother suggested. The feather did not want into the Pillow. It observed what kind of relatives there are after work: tired, caked, crumpled, crushed by some. Feather didn't like it terribly. “Ah, I don’t want to be pressured at all! How I want to fly, see the world, participate in various Miracles! " - Feather dreamed. - You are somehow lightweight, - the grandfather estimated appraisingly. - Frivolous, I would say! No, with such a frivolous attitude to life, everything will end with a Vacuum Cleaner! They often frightened Feather with a vacuum cleaner. Everyone was afraid of the Vacuum Cleaner, because the Feathers-rebels, who fought off the general mass, ended their lives there. It was said that those who get into the Vacuum Cleaner fly through a dark tunnel, and then they see the Light, where someone meets them, and then the Reunion takes place. Never, in any Pillow, have we seen the Feathers that returned from There. But Feather was not even very afraid of the Vacuum Cleaner, because he was curious and wanted to know the World in all its diversity. - Well, what are you flying around here? - the grandmother grumbled. - What is nagging you from side to side? You can't throw yourself around like that! Take an example from your uncle - here he found his place in life! Uncle worked in a big city, in a museum, the third tail feather of a stuffed peacock. No one has ever seen him, but they have always been taken as an example as a solid, accomplished Pen. - Security, regular cleaning, free mothballs! - sighed the grandmother. - So that we live like that! But Feather did not want to live like that. He did not like being in one place for a long time, much less the smell of mothballs. Feather felt that it was destined for something else, much more interesting. But he could not understand in any way what for. - Yes, you did not succeed with us ... - the father lamented. - All Feathers are like Feathers, stick together, do not scatter. And you??? Where is it taking you? And who are you to separate from the team? The feather had heard so much criticism in his address that it was completely sad. It looked longingly at the Biggest Pillow, and understood that soon, very soon it would take its place among its brothers - and then goodbye to dreams! Goodbye Freedom! And one spring, when the window was opened and a mischievous light breeze burst into it, the Feather jumped up, caught a fresh stream - and flew out of the familiar Little World. The Big World stunned the Feather with an abundance of colors, sounds and completely new sensations. For a while, Feather enjoyed the joy of flight, and when the breeze got tired, played enough and began to subside, Feather gracefully sank onto the garden bench. Sparrow sat down next to her. - Hi, why did you lie down alone? Sparrow asked. - I flew away from my own. I want to see the World, - said Feather confidentially. - And what will you do? - Sparrow asked. “I don’t know yet,” said Feather, “after all, I have seen so little in my life, and there are so many interesting things around! - You are risky, - either approved or condemned Sparrow. - We are in a flock. And one at a time is dangerous. Either the cats, you know, are fighting ... Either the crows are attacking ... Restless! - And what are Feathers doing in the Big World? - asked the feather. - And who with what! - said Sparrow cheerfully. - When I flew to China, it is so fashionable to get a job there. - I don't want to go to the Down jacket. Almost no better than the Pillow, - Feather rejected the thought. - What do you want? - Sparrow asked. - I want variety. Creativity. And so that someone would appreciate me and my work! And most importantly - I want to be not only necessary, but also unique! I don't want to be like everyone else, I want something special! - said the feather. - Then I dont know! - Sparrow wondered. - You are somehow ... unusual. And your requests are strange. You know, if you want, hang on to me - I'll take you to one strange place. There is a strange man living there. Maybe there will be answers to your questions? - Well thank you! - Feather answered happily and clung to the back of the Sparrow. The flight was wonderful! Houses and people, trees and reservoirs flashed below, and the bright spring sun warmed up from above. “Yes, that's what I wanted! - thought Feather with delight. - How wonderful the World! And what a pity to lie all your life in the Pillow and not see anything of this! " - Well, we've arrived, - Sparrow turned his head. - We are going down, hold on tight! A few seconds later they were on the veranda of a large country house. In the corner of the veranda there was a large round table, and behind it in an armchair was a large and cheerful Lady in Multicolored. She looked merry, like a blooming flower bed - Feather really liked it. - Hello, Sparrow! - said the Lady cheerfully. - Tweet-tweet, - Sparrow answered her. - What's new going on in this Wonderful World? - continued the Lady. - What new fairy tales have you brought on your wings? - Well, feather, how do you like it? Sparrow asked. - A very unusual Lady, - appreciated the feather. - I have never seen such people. And what does she do? - She is the Storyteller. Composes Self-fulfilling Fairy Tales. She also described me in fairy tales more than once, here! - Sparrow boasted with slight pride. - I heard about fairy tales, - Feather got interested. - We often told fairy tales at night. But how they are composed - I have never seen! - Sparrows, have lunch! - called the Lady, who managed to take out of the house a saucer with some grains mixed with multi-colored dried berries. The dish looked as colorful and elegant as the Lady herself. The sparrow galloped happily to the saucer. And Feather could not resist and softly dived from the Sparrow right into the center of the table. - Wow! - the Lady was amazed cheerfully. - What a Gift of Destiny! The feather is clearly not a passerine. Unusual, I would say, a feather. I wonder what you brought him in for? Oh, Sparrow? - Chick-chirp, chick-chirp, - Sparrow chirped with a full mouth. - Yeah, I see, - realized the Lady. - This is the Magic Feather. You brought it from another fairy tale. And he gave it to me as a gift. And now I will find out what it can do ... With these words, the Lady took the Feather in her hands and slightly shook her palm, closing her eyes. - So ... Taaaaak ... Stop! - The lady rushed to the table, put Feather in front of her, pushed a stack of paper and frantically began to display some motley icons on it. - What is she doing? - Feather worried. - Hush, don't bother! - Sparrow snorted. - This is her Inspiration. It comes from time to time and makes her write Fairy Tales. - Where is it, Inspiration? - Spun around Feather. - Do I know? - Sparrow dismissed. - It is different every time, disguised as anything. Once she was even inspired by the Shovel, can you imagine that? - No, I can't imagine, - Feather was fascinatedly watching the process of the birth of the Fairy Tale. - Everything! Voila! - After a while, the Lady proclaimed loudly, leaning back in her chair. - Do you hear, Sparrow bird? A new Fairy Tale was born! This is an urgent need to dance! And the Lady, jumping up from the chair, whirled around the veranda, sweeping away small objects and scaring away the spring flies. Having jumped to her fill, the Lady again rushed to the table. - Listen, Sparrow, I have never experienced SUCH inspiration! Already the next fairy tale is asking out! What happened? Then the Lady saw the Feather and froze. - Ah, that's the point! Well, of course! You brought me the Magic Feather! And I'm rushing! That's right, because all writers know a lot about this: even Pushkin and Gogol wrote with special pens, and then the tradition was somehow forgotten. It seems in vain ... Feather listened, frozen and breathless. The sparrow also froze with an open beak. - Sure! The feather is so light, airy, weightless! It also brings Inspiration! Now it will be my Inspirational Pen! The one and only! Oh, dear Sparrow, how glad I am that we know each other! - The lady wiggled all the colorful clothes, and it was fun and cool. - I am bursting with fairy tales, - the Lady persisted. - And this is all thanks to Feather. I know, I feel: if you wave them well, the Fresh Wind of Changes will rise, and it will bring everything you want! - Lord, what is she saying? - muttered the stunned Sparrow. - She says everything correctly, - said Feather excitedly. - I myself felt something like that. That I am not simple, but Magic. Only I could not fully understand. But now ... - Yes, it looks like I brought you exactly to the address, - stated Sparrow. - PER and hover, PER and hover! - the Lady-Storyteller rejoiced. - Feather, dear, but now we will move mountains! The time of Magic begins! We will still go to Paris with you! To the presentation of our Fairy Book! And then you will have New Opportunities, they will notice you! And you can try yourself in the High Art of Fashion. Or at the theater. Or even a movie! - I agree, - feather did not protest. - And to Paris in agreement, and to other places. - And now, dear Sparrow, excuse me, we have to work with Feather, otherwise we have PER flooded, - the Storyteller said sternly. - We are waiting for you tomorrow, as usual, for dinner. And thank you for such a Royal Gift! Together we will compose so many fairy tales! Two books! Or even five! - Definitely! - said Feather confidently. Now it knew why it had come into this World. And that it is one and only. And what lies ahead - so many interesting things !!! Feather no longer thought about the boring Pillow and the ominous Vacuum Cleaner. It has already figured out how it will inhale the smell of Parisian streets and catch the Fresh Wind of Change.

I'll tell you a fairy tale, not a simple one, but a magic one. Whoever reads the tale carefully will open the door to the most wonderful world!

***
Philemon was sad. And how not to be sad for the brownie, if the smallest member of the family, four-year-old Sasha, was also sad. The boy sadly rolled a new typewriter on the floor, occasionally raising his eyes to the screen of the turned on TV.
“What a pity I can't read,” Philemon heard the boy's thoughts. And there was nothing unusual in this, all brownies easily hear people's thoughts.
“And I don’t know how,” the brownie flashed through his head. Philemon, by otherworldly standards, was still a very small brownie, a brownie. He recently turned a hundred years old, so it is understandable that he has not yet learned to read. Together with Sasha, he learned all the letters, playing with multi-colored cubes. But these letters did not want to obey, they crumbled like mother's beads, not wanting to turn into words. Here is how from these "Es", "Ka", "A", "Ze", "Ka", "I" magical "Tales" are obtained? Philemon sniffled, he could not bear it at all when the baby was bad
The brownie made his way into the kitchen. Sasha's grandmother, Antonina Sergeevna, conjured over saucepans, as usual clutching the phone with her free hand. “Oh, those telephones, harmful devices that deprive the soul of sight,” Philemon grumbled, arranging the usual trick - breaking the connection, in the timid hope that grandmother would finally take care of her grandson. But Antonina Sergeevna, putting aside the spoon with which she was stirring something in a gurgling saucepan, completely switched over to controlling the buttons.

“We must do something,” the brownie decided, and slipped through the wall into the neighboring apartment, where his friend, the brownie Pankrat, lived. Old Pankrat often helped the young neighbor, and now, sitting on the largest windowsill, they were talking peacefully, drinking aromatic tea from steaming cups.

You, my friend, are not parts, speak slowly and louder. I have become a bit old, I can hardly hear, I have been helping people for the eighth hundred years.
“I’m saying,” Filimoshka wiped away the tears that had come, “it’s bad for the boy, it’s lonely.” The daytime grandmother only feeds, however, she feeds deliciously, and the evening parents scatter to their screens, some to the TV, some to the monitor. For Sasha, only the time for the evening fairy tale remains, but they read it in a hurry, as if they are serving their duty.
- Trouble. Have you tried to correct their thoughts?
- What can I do? Once I got into their heads, and there ... I forcefully returned back.
- And turn off the light?
- I tried, but only Sashka's father understands electricity better than mine. Now, if only Sasha and I could learn to read. We have such a dream - one for two.
- Good dream, kind. You can, of course, wait for Sashka to go to school, they will surely teach him there, but you can, - Pankrat was silent for a long time, as if pondering, - there is another way, a magical one.
- Speak quickly, - Filimoshka even put down the cup with impatience.
“I don’t know if you can, don’t you worry?”
- Yes, I'm for a friend ...
- Oh, take your time, Filimosha, give promises. Wait, - the old brownie jumped down heavily from the windowsill and disappeared under the big bed. He rustled, groaned and sneezed for a long time, until finally he appeared with a dusty ball clutched in his palm.
- The twenty-first century is in the yard, computers, the Internet, navigators, and we cannot do without a magic ball. Here you go, - held out the brownie, - the same, guide, points the way to the magic forest. This forest, you understand, is encrypted from all human search engines. Let them play in their science, they are children, they still have to grow and grow before magic. Now listen carefully to the briefing. I don't have much time to teach you, it's getting dark already, and I still have to get to the forest. Miracles in it begin exactly at midnight. So, listen and remember, I will not test. If you listen to something, blame yourself, you may not return from this forest.
- Oh, - only the frightened Filimoshka answered.
- In the forest, the main one is the forester. He is, of course, harmful, but fair. Whoever enters the forest with respect is not touched. The forest owner loves that everything is backwards. As soon as you approach the forest, immediately turn your shirt inside out, and change your shoes: the left one on the right foot, and the right one on the left. Then turn your back and back up. This is the only way to walk in this forest. And don't be afraid of anything. Until midnight in the forest, the silence is such that you think you’re deaf. And you, know yourself, keep the desire. Exactly at midnight the forest will begin to prompt. Listen carefully. You will be able to make out the riddles of the forest, it will definitely come true. Well, if you are not strong with your mind, you will have to come back with nothing. You pull the ball by the thread, it will lead you home.

I will try, - Philemon has already begun to unwind the multi-colored thread.
- Do not rush, little shots, remember, you need to listen to the forest very carefully. And now - good luck!

The little housewife just waited, pulled the string, and at the same moment everything started spinning around, spinning, like in a working washing machine. Once he had the imprudence to fall asleep on a pile of laundry waiting to be washed. Well, mothers are the same people, they just don't see brownies. Philemon well remembers how he, barely alive, was hung on a rope along with a sheet. Since then, he never came close to the typewriter.

Suddenly the world stopped and Filimoshka fell to the ground. The city, with its lights and bustle of people, was left behind, a dark forest was in front. The brownie shivered, fear creeping under his shirt with a sticky cold.
“I took up the tug, don’t say that it’s not hefty,” the guardian of the house encouraged himself, changing clothes. He always knew that proverbs contain tremendous power, it is no coincidence that most proverbs are whispered to people by brownies. Finally he entered this silent forest. For a moment it seemed to him that he was deaf and blind. The little brownie stood for a while, peering at the dark shadows, and backed up the path.

“I want to learn to read, I want to teach Sasha to read,” he kept repeating like a little count. Suddenly something changed, the forest seemed to come to life, hummed, stirred, and in the depths there was a knock: "D-D-D".
Woodpecker, thought Philemon, not slowing down. It was uncomfortable to walk, bast shoes, shod on the other leg, clung to the grass.

"U-U-U", - was heard in the night forest.
“Fathers, wolf,” the brownie even sat in an anthill out of fright. Of course, Philemon, who grew up in the city, knew about wolves only from books that adults read, but what he knew was terrible.
“But what about my and Sasha’s desire? We are not afraid of evil wolves, we go to our dream, "- for some reason sang our hero, getting up from the revived heap.

"P-P-P", raindrops knocked on the leaves.
“Well, now I’ll get wet and I’ll definitely get sick. And there is no raspberry jam in the house, grandmothers have forgotten how to cook jam. Why am I grumbled like old Pankrat? Forward, forward, backward, to the dream! "
"L-L-L" - hummed high in the crown.
“The flies have woken up. Or bees? It would be better to have flies, they do not sting so painfully, but it is better to speed up, ”the brownie ran at full speed.
"O-O-O," someone groaned very close. And judging by the way that "O" sounded, the stranger was quite large.

The forest died down just as suddenly.
“That's all, the prompts are over, but I didn’t understand anything,” treacherous tears came to Philemon's eyes.
“So I didn't try! Now I'll sit under this tree and think it over carefully. At first I heard the sound of a woodpecker. How did it sound? D-D-D. Then the terrible wolf howled: "U-U-U". Raindrops beat out on the foliage: "P-P-P". It turned out "DUP". Then a swarm of some flies hummed louder than the plane: "L-L-L". And finally, someone big and terrible moaned in a dream: "O-O-O". "LO"! And together? HOLLOW. Hooray! I guessed. But where to look for this hollow in the dark forest? "

Suddenly, a huge bump fell right on the brownie's head. Philemon looked up and saw the very hollow above which the sign was nailed: “Owl House. Knock three times, but only if absolutely necessary. "
The need was the most extreme, and he knew how to count to three, so he boldly knocked on the tree. First, a large head appeared from the hollow, and then the whole Owl outweighed and looked at the visitor with curiosity.
- Why did you come?
- Hello, dear Owl. I should learn to read.
- Everyones go here, they distract from the sciences. What to teach you, you read perfectly well without me.
- No, I can't.
- And who read that you have to knock three times? That's it. The forest, let me tell you, is magical. Did you manage to hear the sounds? I did it. Did you put the right word out of them? Folded. So what else do you want?
- I would like to teach my friend, Sasha, to read.
- A friend? This is a more difficult task. Well, okay, I will help as much as I can. Here, catch it, - and the Owl dropped the feather, - this is not a simple feather, a magic feather of the Great Inventor. Take care of it, it will help you and your friend. Well, goodbye, it's time for me to sleep, it's getting brighter already.

The owl disappeared into its hollow.
"How can a feather help?" thought Philemon, returning home.
And at home, Sasha listlessly smeared porridge on a plate. “Don't be sad, buddy, let's go play the ball,” someone suddenly whispered in his ear. The boy cheered up, quickly finished breakfast and went to his room. Yesterday his parents gave him a red balloon that could be inflated to a huge size, which is what Sasha did. But the toy suddenly escaped from the baby's hands, and, whirling around the room, sang: "S-S-S".
- A - A - A, I guessed, this is the sound "C", you need to find a cube with the same letter. The cube was found as if by magic. For some reason, there was a cube with the letter "A" next to it.
- Strange, - thought the child, but children cannot think about weirdness for a long time. He caught the naughty ball and began to blow into it again. The ball escaped from his hands again. Now his song was completely different, it was more like a hiss: "Sh-Sh-Sh".
- We are looking for the letter "W", - Sasha liked the new game. He felt like someone invisible pushed another cube, with his favorite vowel.
"S-S-S-A-S-S-S-A", - the baby read the first word, and Philemon wiped away the sweat that had come out.
“It's not easy to be a Great Inventor. And the feather is really magic, what kind of game it prompted. We must take care of it. When Sashka grows up, I'll give him. Let it be the Great Storyteller! "

In the fairy tale, two didactic techniques are used to help the child learn to read and write - sound differentiation, isolation of sounds by ear, and lingering fusion. To practice this method, it is better to use words that are written in the same way as they are heard (for example, house, mom, fish, bottom, etc.)