Does a child need to “wean to be greedy”?

I think that what is most often mistaken for children's greed (protection of their boundaries, their toys) is the child's natural desire for "self", for finding himself through "their" things, "their" toys, "their" mom and dad . This is a natural stage of growing up, and weaning will not only be superfluous, but also harmful.

These same stories rather show the baby what it is in general - real greed. What is true wealth. What is the difference between greed and a sense of ownership and when being greedy is not interesting and not good.

If you have similar fairy tales or stories in your "piggy bank" - send them to or write in the comments. Other parents will thank you!

*Stories about greed collected by Tamara Lombina - hMember of the Union of Writers of Russia, candidate of psychological sciences.

==1==
Japanese fairy tale

A poor man and a rich man lived in the same village. The rich man had a lot of money.

Once a rich man called a poor man to his place. The poor man thinks: “No way, he decided to give me a present. That's why he's calling." Came and says:

What a blessing it is to have so much money!

- Why are you, - the rich man answers, - what happiness is this! I thought that the richest person in our village is you! You have two whole wealth: the first is health, the second is children. And I only have money. What kind of rich am I?

The poor man listened, listened, and he thinks: “And it’s true, I’m not so poor.” And he went home - to tell the old woman about everything. The old woman just threw up her hands.

“But didn’t you, old man, know that the greatest happiness is children and health?”

“We have lived our lives happily,” the old people decided.

- Here we are with you, what rich people, we gave gifts to all the kids! - the old man and the old woman rejoiced.

Since then they have been nicknamed poor rich in the village.

==2==
Greed.
Afghan fairy tale

There lived a very rich man. But he was so greedy that even he spared bread for himself.

One day someone invited him to visit. The rich man went. The owner of the house served many different dishes, and the guest began to eat.

At first he tried the meat and ate a lot of it, because it was spicy, tasty and he liked the passion. Then they served some kind of flour dish, which melted in the mouth. The miser also ate it. Then came the turn of eggs and noodles.

Whatever was on the table, the rich man paid tribute to everything.

After dinner, the host served various fruits - apricots, melons, grapes, pears. The miser looked at them with hungry eyes, as if he had never seen such things in his life. In the end, he ate all the fruits as well.

After he filled his stomach with hot and cold, he wanted to drink.

The rich man barely had time to pour glasses. He drank so much that his stomach was swollen - it was about to burst. With the last of his strength, with great difficulty, the miser dragged himself home.

After a while, he became very ill.

Frightened at home:

“But he looks like he’s going to die.” Run for the doctor.

- Haven't you eaten yet? the doctor asks.

“Yes,” replied the rich man, “I was visiting and had a good meal there.

– What have you done?! the doctor exclaimed. - The food is someone else's, but the stomach is your own!

- Yes it is. But there were so many treats and everything was so delicious!

Is it conceivable to refuse a tasty and free lunch!

- All right, - the doctor grinned, - what happened, then passed. Now you need to take a medicine that will extract excess food from you.

“Oh no, I don’t want such a medicine!” Now, if you find a medicine that improves digestion, come on! And if not, it’s okay, on a full stomach it’s easier to die. And no other harm will come to me. You are free, go to yourself.

==3==
Vasily Sukhomlinsky.
Cutlet - like a stone

It was in a difficult year, immediately after the war.

Today the third grade is going to the forest. Maria Nikolaevna appointed a collection at school. Everyone arrived before sunrise.

Everyone has a bag of food - bread, onions, boiled potatoes, and some guys even have lard. The children laid out all the contents of their bags, wrapped them in a large sheet of paper and put them in a duffel bag. The children decided: we are one team, one family, why should everyone sit over their bundle?

Lenya also put his piece of bread, a few potatoes and a pinch of salt into the duffel bag. But in the pocket there was a bundle with a cutlet. The mother wrapped it in paper and said: eat it so that no one sees it.

Children played in the forest, read a book, told stories around the fire.

Then they laid out all the supplies on a large tablecloth and sat down to dinner. Next to Lenya sat Maya, a thin, white-haired girl. Her father died at the front - on the last day of the war. Each got a small piece of lard. Maya cut her piece in half and gave half to Lena.

It seemed to the boy that in his pocket it was not a cutlet wrapped in paper, but a stone.

When the children had dinner, Maria Nikolaevna said:

- Children, collect the paper and burn it.

When the paper was collected and folded into a pile, Lenya imperceptibly threw his bundle with a cutlet into the trash.

==4==
Vasily Sukhomlinsky.
Greedy boy

There lived a very greedy boy in the world. He walks down the street, sees ice cream being sold. The boy became and thinks: “If someone gave me a hundred servings of ice cream, that would be good.”

Suitable for school. In a quiet deserted lane, a gray-haired grandfather suddenly catches up with him and asks:

“Did you want a hundred servings of ice cream?”

The boy was surprised. Hiding his confusion, he said:

- Yes ... If someone would give money ...

“We don’t need money,” Grandpa said. “There’s a hundred servings of ice cream behind that willow tree.

Grandfather disappeared, as he was not there. The boy looked behind the willow and, in surprise, even dropped his briefcase with books to the ground. There was an ice cream box under the tree. The boy quickly counted a hundred bundles wrapped in silver paper.

The boy's hands shook with greed. He ate one, another, a third serving. He couldn't eat anymore, his stomach hurt.

- What to do? the boy thinks.

He took the books out of his briefcase and threw them under the willow. He stuffed his briefcase with shiny parcels. But they didn't fit in the briefcase. It was so pitiful to leave them that the boy cried. Sits near the willow and cries.

Ate two more servings. Wandered to school.

I went into the classroom, put the briefcase, and the ice cream began to melt. Milk flowed from the briefcase.

A thought flashed through the boy: maybe give ice cream to his comrades? This thought was driven away by greed: is it possible to give such good to someone?

The boy is sitting over the briefcase, and it is flowing from it. And the greedy boy thinks: will such wealth really perish?

Let the one who has somewhere in his soul settled a small worm - greed - think about this fairy tale. This is a very scary worm.

==5==
Two greedy bear cubs.
Hungarian fairy tale

On the other side of the glass mountains, beyond the silken meadow, stood an untravelled, unprecedented dense forest. In this untravelled, unprecedented dense forest, in its very thicket, lived an old she-bear. She had two sons. When the cubs grew up, they decided that they would go around the world in search of happiness.

At first they went to their mother and, as expected, said goodbye to her. The old bear hugged her sons and ordered them never to part with each other.

The cubs promised to fulfill their mother's order and set off on their way.

They walked, they walked. And the day went on and the next went. Finally, they ran out of supplies. The cubs are hungry. Downcast, they wandered side by side.

- Oh, brother, how I want to eat! the younger complained.

- And I want to! the elder said.

So they all walked and walked, and suddenly they found a large round head of cheese. They wanted to share it equally, but failed. Greed overcame the cubs: each was afraid that the other would get more.

They argued, growled, and suddenly a fox approached them. What are you arguing about, young people? the fox asked.

The cubs told her about their trouble.

– What same this trouble! - said the fox. - Let me divide the cheese equally for you: it’s all the same to me that the youngest, that the eldest.

- That's good, - the cubs were delighted. - Delhi!

The fox took the cheese and broke it into two pieces. But she split the head so that one piece - it was even visible to the eye - was larger than the other.

The cubs screamed:

- This one is bigger!

The fox reassured them:

“Hush, young people! And this is not a problem. Now I'll take care of everything.

She took a good bite out of most of it and swallowed it. Now the smaller piece is bigger.

- And so uneven! The bear cubs are worried.

“Well, that’s enough,” said the fox. - I know my stuff!

And she took a bite out of most of it. Now the larger piece has become smaller.

- And so uneven! the cubs screamed.

- Yes, you will! - said the fox, moving his tongue with difficulty, as his mouth was full of delicious cheese. Just a little more and it will be even.

The fox continued to share the cheese.

And the cubs only with black noses led back and forth, back and forth - from a larger piece to a smaller one, from a smaller one to a larger one.

Until the fox was full, she divided and divided everything.

But now the pieces were equal, and the cubs almost had no cheese left: two tiny pieces.

“Well, then,” said the fox, “albeit little by little, but equally equally!” Bon appetit, bear cubs! - and wagging her tail, she ran away.

So it is with those who are greedy!

==6==
Vasily Sukhomlinsky.
Plowman and Mole

The plowman plowed the land. The Mole crawled out of his hole and was surprised: a large field had already been plowed, and the Plowman still plows and plows. The Mole decided to see how much land the Man had plowed. The Mole went across the plowed field. He walked until evening, but did not reach the end of the field. Returned to the hole. In the morning I got out of the hole, sat down on the road, waiting for the Plowman with a plow to ask him:

- Why did you plow such a large field and continue to plow more?

The plowman answers:

- I plow not only for myself, but also for people.

Mole was surprised:

Why are you plowing people? Let everyone work for themselves. So I dig a hole for myself, and every Mole digs a hole for himself too.

“But you are moles, we are people,” answered the Plowman and began a new furrow.

==7==
Vasily Sukhomlinsky.
Metal ruble

Tato gave Andreika a metal ruble and said:

- When you return from school, you will go to the store and buy sugar and butter.

Andrey put the ruble in his jacket pocket and forgot about it. At the gym class, he undressed and threw his jacket on the grass.

After the lessons I remembered: I must go to the store. He put his hand in his pocket, but there was no ruble. Andreika was frightened, turned pale and stands, unable to utter a word. Guys ask:

- What's the matter with you, Andrey?

The boy told about his trouble. The comrades knew that Andreika's father was stern and would beat the boy.

“Let's help Andreika,” Tanya said. Who has money, let's go.

Let's collect the ruble!

Each reached into his pocket. Who found ten, who fifteen, who found five kopecks. Stepan alone said:

- You have to save money. He lost himself - let him think what to do. I won't give you a dime.

He turned his back on everyone and went home.

The guys counted the collected money - ninety-nine kopecks. We all went to the store together, bought sugar and butter.

Joyful Andrey returned home.

The next day no one wanted to sit next to Stepan. He was left alone.

Stepan complained to the teacher.

Why doesn't anyone want to sit with me?

“Ask your friends,” the teacher replied.

==8==
Vasily Sukhomlinsky.
Mishin bike

Misha bought a bicycle. And he lives near the school. There is a garden between his parents' house and the school estate, so there is nowhere to go. Misha brought his bike to school like a horse on a bridle.

The boys surrounded Misha. They felt the wheels, pedals, steering wheel, flashlight.

Everyone liked the bike. Everyone envied Misha.

“Well, go for a ride,” Fedya said, and stepped away from the bike, as if he didn’t even want to ride.

Do you think I really want to ride it? Misha asked indifferently. - Take it, try it.

Joyful Fedya took the wheel, got on a bicycle and rode around the school stadium. Ride until the call to the lesson.

Ivan rode at the first break, Stepan at the second, Sergey at the third, Olya at the fourth.

We stayed to ride after school. The bike changed hands. By four o'clock all rolled.

Misha brought the bike home at half past four, like a horse on a bridle.

Where have you been riding so far? Mom was surprised. – Is it possible?

And I didn't ride...

- How - did not ride?

- The boys rode ... And the girls ...

Mom breathed a sigh of relief and said, as if to herself:

- The only thing I was afraid of was that you would ride alone.

==9==
Vasily Sukhomlinsky.
Apple in the autumn garden

In late autumn, little sisters Olya and Nina were walking in the apple orchard. It was a quiet sunny day. Almost all the leaves from the apple trees fell off and quietly rustled underfoot. Only in some places on the trees there were yellowed leaves.

The girls approached a large apple tree. Next to the yellow leaf, they saw a large red apple.

Olya and Nina screamed with joy.

- How was it preserved? Olya was surprised.

“Now we’ll rip it off,” Nina said.

The girls plucked an apple. Olya wanted the apple to go to her, but she restrained herself and suggested:

- Let yours be an apple, Nina.

Nina also wanted the apple to be hers, but Nina also said:

- Let yours be an apple, Olya ...

The apple passed from hand to hand. But it occurred to them both

thought:

Let's give the apple to mom.

They ran to their mother joyful, excited. They gave her an apple.

Joy shone in the mother's eyes.

Mom cut the apple and gave the girls a half.

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MBOU "Solovyikhinskaya secondary school"

"Greed is the beginning of every grief"

Prepared

Classroom teacher

2 classes

Ryzhykh M. L.

2016

Moral class hour "About the greedy and greed" for grade 2

Target

create conditions for the development of positive qualities of character.

Tasks:

- to teach to distinguish between the concept of greedy and thrifty;

- explain the essence of the concept of "greed".

- contribute to the formation of a desire to overcome the bad qualities of character.

preliminary work :

Literature preparation; stories about greed and greed.

Questioning;

Conduct form : conversation with elements of dialogue, group work

Event progress

- Today at the class hour we will talk ... But by the way, look carefully at the Hungarian fairy tale and determine the topic of our conversation yourself.

Viewing the fairy tale "Two Greedy Little Bears"

Who will name the topic of the class hour?

Why did the cubs get small pieces?

Could this story have ended differently?

You correctly identified the topic of our conversation.

Teacher. In your life, you have probably heard such a word as "greed", "greedy".

How do you understand the meaning of the word "greed"?

What does a greedy person look like?

What could he be greedy for?

Greed for money, for food, for things - comment on each statement.

Let's find in the explanatory dictionary of the Russian language S. I. Ozhegov the meaning of the word GREED. “Greed is an excessive desire to satisfy any desires.”

Guys, tell me, greed for money, for example, can push a person to commit bad deeds? What?

So you can say that greed brings grief?

Our class hour will be held under the motto: "Greed is the beginning of every grief"

2. Analysis of Russian folk proverbs.

It is known that proverbs contain the wisdom of the people. Let's read the proverbs and try to explain their meaning.

Proverbs are written on the board:

If you want a lot, you will lose the last.

Much to wish for - no good to be seen.

Greed is the beginning of every grief.

Everything is not enough for the insatiable.

A little greed brings great harm.

Guys, remember the fairy tales in which the heroes showed greed? (The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish, the Fox and the Crane, Porridge from an Ax)

Reading and discussion of the story by V. Oseeva "Blue Leaves"

Katya had two green pencils. But Lena has none.

So Lena asks Katya:

Give me a green pencil.

And Katya says:

I'll ask my mom.

Both girls come to school the next day. Lena asks:

Did mom let you?

And Katya sighed and said:

Mom allowed me, but I forgot to ask my brother.

Well, ask another brother, - says Lena.

Katya comes the next day.

Well, did your brother let you? - asks Lena.

Look, - says Katya, - don't fix it, don't press hard, don't take it in your mouth. Don't draw too much.

I, - says Lena, - only need to draw leaves on the trees and green grass.

This is a lot, - says Katya, and she frowns her eyebrows. And she made a disgusted face.

Lena looked at her and walked away. I didn't take a pencil.

Katya was surprised and ran after her.

Well, what are you? Take it!

No, Lena replies.

In class, the teacher asks:

Why do you, Lenochka, have blue leaves on the trees?

No green pencil.

Why didn't you take it from your girlfriend?

Lena is silent. And Katya blushed and said:

I gave it to her, but she won't take it.

The teacher looked at both and said:

You have to give so that you can take.

Issues for discussion:

What can you say about Katya?

Why didn't Lena take a pencil when Katya offered it to her?

How do you understand the teacher's words at the end of the story?

Is it possible to call Katya Lena's friend?

Can a person be happy if he is greedy?

Would you like to have a greedy friend?

What do you think is better in life - the ability to give and share or the ability not to give anything to anyone?

Which proverb fits the story?

Teacher: So, guys, you probably realized that a greedy person will never be happy, because he has no friends, and life without friends is empty and uninteresting.

Game: "Ball of generosity"

- take a balloon and be honest - what did you share with others - (I shared sweets with children, I shared a game that I brought, shared toys, etc.)

So what are you? (generous, not greedy, kind, considerate…)

Listen to one story. Think if the boy is right .

Mom gave Kostya colored pencils.

One day his friend Vitya came to Kostya.

Let's draw.

Kostya put down the box of pencils. There were only three pencils: red, green, blue.

And where are the rest? - asked Vitya.

Kostya shrugged.

Yes, I gave them away: my sister's friend took the brown one - she needed to paint the roof of the house; I gave pink and blue to one girl from our yard - she lost hers ... And Petya took black and yellow from me - he just didn’t have enough of them ...

But you yourself were left without pencils! - the comrade was surprised. - Don't you need them?

No, they are very necessary, but all such cases that it is impossible not to give!

Vitya took pencils from the box, turned them over in his hands and said:

Anyway, you give it to someone, so it's better to give it to me. I don't have any pencil!

Kostya looked at the empty box.

Well, take it .... Since such a case ... - he muttered.

Issues for discussion:

Should you always give when asked?

What can be given away?

How should you respond if you cannot return the item?

Work in pairs

I will give each pair of cards with three words. Read them carefully and eliminate the superfluous. Why?

Is it possible to put an equal sign between greed and thrift?

GREED = THRIFT (no)

GREED = SPIN (yes)

The guys read the poem by Y. Akim "The Greedy Man"

Who holds his candy in his fist.
To eat it secretly from everyone in the corner.
Who, going out into the yard, none of the neighbors
Won't let you ride a bike?

Who with chalk, rubber band - any trifle
Will not share with anyone in class
A suitable name has been given to it.
Not even a name, but a nickname - ZHADINA!

I do not ask the greedy for anything
I will not invite a greedy person to visit.
A good friend will not come out of the greedy.
You can't even call him a friend.

So I'll be honest guys..

FROM I will never be greedy!

The teacher shows a drawing paper with a yellow circle:

Children, what do you think? (Kolobok, pancake, sun ...)

You guessed right - it's the sun.

How does the generous sun share dreams? (warmth, light, joy, rays, mood, etc.)

What is missing from our sun? (rays)

So let's draw the rays of the sun!

Take the pencils from my desk.

What happened? (not enough pencils)

How to be?

Teacher: Well, well, finishing our conversation, it remains for us to sum up.

Continue suggestions:

In class, I was interested...

In class, I realized...

Let everyone answer for himself: do I have traits of greed, and am I not greedy? And if they are, it is necessary to correct them, because it is so hard to live in the world alone without friends.

Goodbye, I love you all very much and I believe that everything will work out for you.

A story about greed.

None of the neighbors could even imagine that greed had settled in their house, that she did not sleep at night - she counted her capital, and how many children she won over to her side. The more guys started to get greedy, the bigger and fatter the old woman became.

And incredible events began to happen in the yard when the guys appeared there - new toys, cars, balls appeared in the sandbox and just on the grass, which the mischievous old woman threw into the yard and watched which of the guys would take these toys home.

The guys at first did not pay attention to this and played with new toys, but if one of the children took such a toy home, greed settled in him. Such children became withdrawn, stopped playing outdoor games with friends and got up every morning at dawn to see if new toys appeared in the yard, and if they noticed something, they rushed down like an arrow and took the toys for themselves.

Parents began to ask - "Where do they get new toys?" - children infected with greed began to think that these toys were given to them by friends to play with. Children began to deceive their parents, they became evil deceivers, they ceased to be interested in friends. And they went to school only so as not to annoy their parents. They no longer spent the money that their parents gave them for lunch, but put it in a secluded place.

Greed was just what it needed, it was getting bigger and bigger. When the children quarreled among themselves and cried, greed rejoiced and grew stout.

On the third floor of the same house lived a very kind grandfather - Leonid Mikhailovich, and although he lived alone - his doors were always open, he greeted everyone with a kind smile, he always tried to give guests tea with jam, which he himself cooked. Leonid Mikhailovich always fixed broken toys for the children, repaired broken electrical appliances and tape recorders and helped everyone who needed help ...

When grandfather Lenya asked: “What's the matter? Why do you quarrel over other people's things?" - the guys snapped angrily: “If you didn’t get into your own business, grandfather, and go your own way, you won’t get anything here anyway.” Leonid Mikhailovich, shrugging his shoulders, stepped aside and thought: "It would not be bad to follow the guys."

And at that time, Glafira Petrovna, the old woman from the first floor, was getting fat and rejoiced that she had so deftly lured the guys to her side and made them greedy, evil, cruel and envious.

This morning, the guys did not find anything new in their usual place and were sad - but grandfather Lenya came out into the yard and told everyone what he had seen that night. Leonid Mikhailovich began to recall how noisy and fun it used to be in their yard, how everyone played hide and seek, volleyball and other games together, built sand castles, and helped each other. Grandfather Lyonya showed old photographs from which happy friendly children looked at them with mischievous smiles on their faces. A good neighbor invited everyone to visit him. The children all drank tea with sweets together, joked, remembered their friendly yard and decided to go camping together. And everything that they took from someone else was returned to the owner, but there were so many toys that they did not fit in the apartment of greed, and a large mountain of toys formed under her window.

Registration number 0034315 issued for the work:

A story about greed.

Today, guys, I will tell you a story that could actually happen to each of you.

There were many children in one small town. Every day they went outside, took out their toys, bicycles, roller skates, scooters, and all together played different games. It was fun in the yard, children's voices and fervent children's laughter were heard everywhere.

On the first floor of one of the houses, a small thin old woman settled, to whom at first no one even paid attention.

The old woman was annoyed by children's laughter, she could not stand friendly guys, their games prevented her from sleeping. And she slept only during the day, and at night the light was on in her room and no one knew what her grandmother was doing at night. She did not invite any of her neighbors to visit her and led a very secluded life.

None of the neighbors could even imagine that greed had settled in their house, that she did not sleep at night - she counted her capital, and how many children she won over to her side. The more guys started to get greedy, the bigger and fatter the old woman became.

And incredible events began to happen in the yard when the guys appeared there - new toys, cars, balls appeared in the sandbox and just on the grass, which the mischievous old woman threw into the yard and watched which of the guys would take these toys home.

At first, the guys did not pay attention to this and played with new toys, but if one of the children took such a toy home, greed settled in him. Such children became withdrawn, stopped playing outdoor games with friends and got up every morning at dawn to see if new toys appeared in the yard, and if they noticed something, they rushed down like an arrow and took the toys for themselves.

Parents began to ask - "Where do they get new toys?" - children infected with greed began to think that these toys were given to them by friends to play with. Children began to deceive their parents, they became evil deceivers, they ceased to be interested in friends. And they went to school only so as not to annoy their parents. They no longer spent the money that their parents gave them for lunch, but put it in a secluded place.

Greed was just what it needed, it was getting bigger and bigger. When the children quarreled among themselves and cried, greed rejoiced and grew stout.

But not all children were greedy. The guys understood that something was wrong in their yard, but did not know how to fix it, because they could not even think that greed had settled in their yard in the face of a lonely old woman. Greed, which hated kind and gentle people, she grew thinner and became smaller from a kind, polite address to her.

On the third floor of the same house lived a very kind grandfather - Leonid Mikhailovich, and although he lived alone - his doors were always open, he greeted everyone with a kind smile, he always tried to give guests tea with jam, which he himself cooked. Leonid Mikhailovich always fixed broken toys for the children, repaired broken electrical appliances and tape recorders and helped everyone who needed help ...

One day, little Katenka came to grandfather Lena in tears and showed a doll whose hand was torn off by the boys, infected with greed, the boys wanted to give Katya a new beautiful doll, but the girl cried, took away her old doll, with which she had played since childhood and came for help to a good grandfather. Grandfather Lyonya made Katyusha drink tea with strawberry jam and began to ask his guest what was happening in their yard? Why did the guys stop being friends with each other? Why did so many of them quarrel? Why did so many angry and envious children appear in their yard?

Katenka told her grandfather Lena everything she knew, and the kind neighbor decided to help the children.

The next day, Leonid Mikhailovich woke up very early and went out into the yard, despite the early morning there were many children in the yard, they all quarreled over toys, everyone wanted to take the same toy for themselves, but no one knew where these toys came from .

When grandfather Lenya asked: “What's the matter? Why do you quarrel over other people's things?" - the guys snapped angrily: “If you, grandfather, didn’t go into your own business and go your own way, you won’t get anything here anyway.” Leonid Mikhailovich, shrugging his shoulders, stepped aside and thought: "It would not be bad to follow the guys."

And at that time, Glafira Petrovna, the old woman from the first floor, was getting fat and rejoiced that she had so deftly lured the guys to her side and made them greedy, evil, cruel and envious.

That night, Leonid Mikhailovich could not sleep for a long time, he looked into the courtyard and thought about how to help the guys. And suddenly he saw through the window how someone plump came out of the entrance with a full bag, and returned without a bag.

Without thinking twice, Leonid Mikhailovich ran down the stairs and on the first floor he almost stumbled over a new neighbor who had become very stout lately, she barely entered the doorway and pulled a huge bag out into the street. The kind neighbor smiled and offered Glafira Petrovna his help, but greed did not expect to see anyone at the entrance at such an early hour. Eyes gleaming evilly, she dragged the bag back to her apartment. Grandfather Lenya, going out into the yard, immediately understood everything. He collected every single toy and took them to the owner. Glafira Petrovna at first denied, and then even turned green with anger, why the neighbor did not take anything from such a mountain of things, although this time there were many useful things and tools besides toys.

This morning, the guys did not find anything new in their usual place and were sad - but grandfather Lenya came out into the yard and told everyone what he had seen that night. Leonid Mikhailovich began to recall how noisy and fun it used to be in their yard, how everyone played hide and seek, volleyball and other games together, built sand castles, and helped each other. Grandfather Lyonya showed old photographs from which happy friendly children looked at them with mischievous smiles on their faces. A good neighbor invited everyone to visit him. The children all drank tea with sweets together, joked, remembered their friendly yard and decided to go camping together. And everything that they took from someone else was returned to the owner, but there were so many toys that they did not fit in the apartment of greed, and a large mountain of toys formed under her window.

Greed was decreasing and losing weight before our eyes, and even was about to move to another house where there would be greedy children, but grandfather Lenya and the guys could not allow this, they surrounded Aunt Glasha with affection and care. Leonid Mikhailovich began to give her flowers, say good kind words and invite a neighbor to visit him. Greed in Aunt Glasha completely melted away, she became just a kind and sweet grandmother.

So good conquered evil and there was no more greed in their city. And all the toys were loaded into cars and taken to the children's rooms and distributed to those children who did not have parents.

The problem is the ability to share with others

In a distant magical land, there lived an evil sorceress Zloguglya. For days on end, she arranged for people all sorts of troubles and troubles. And there was no greater joy for her than to see someone's tears or an upset face. Other people's sorrows only added to her strength: the more she harmed, the more powerful she became. Of course, she could not do all the nasty things alone, she needed helpers. She was looking for them among bad people. As soon as a person did something bad, Spiteful immediately rubbed her hands happily and said:

Here is my servant for tomorrow! Oh, and we'll do business with him!

In the evenings, she brewed a magic potion in a huge black cauldron, it smelled disgusting and gurgled loudly. When the potion cooled, it turned into a transparent jelly, in which the Evil One, as in a mirror, saw her new assistants.

And then one late summer evening she saw the girl Anya in her magic cauldron. Actually, she was a good girl, only very greedy. She never gave anyone anything.

If Anya went out into the yard with a ball, she always hid it behind her back.

Anya, Anya, the guys shouted. - It's great that you got the ball out. Let's play together!

No, Anya replied. - I'm not giving it. I don't have any ball!

If Anya went out with a bike, she never let her ride.

Anya, Anya! the guys shouted. What a beautiful bike you have! Let's ride!

I won’t give it, - Anya answered and quickly left.

As soon as Zlogulya saw the greedy Anya, she was immediately delighted and began to conjure:

Tirli, birli,

Pyrli, pirli!

frogs, flies,

Evil spirits,

I will sprinkle you with ashes

Turn into an evil whirlwind!

Fly to the greedy girl

Good people hurt!

A black column of dust rose from the magic cauldron, crumbled into small particles, turned into a huge terrible crow and flew out the window with a terrible croak.

In the morning Anya, as always, had breakfast and went out into the yard for a walk. Today she took a brand new scooter with her.

Everyone will be jealous, she thought. - I won't give it to anyone!

She rode along the paths and showed her tongue to the children who ran after her.

Let me ride, let me ride, please! the guys shouted.

But Anya just shook her head and giggled. Finally, she got tired and sat down to rest. Friends immediately approached her:

Anya, you're not skating now anyway, give me a minute, please. We'll just try!

No, Anna replied. - This is my scooter. I won't give it to anyone!

A black crow, sitting on a tall birch, croaked loudly and waved its wing. And suddenly something terrible began on the site! Children who always played together began to take away their toys from each other.

This is my car, give it back! shouted a little boy in yellow pants.

And you give me my tractor! answered another little boy in a blue cap.

The boys were playing football on the edge of the playground. It had just been fun there, and suddenly a tall red-haired boy knitted his eyebrows angrily:

This is my ball! Give it back immediately, don't kick my ball!

He took the ball and ran home. And after him, all the children quarreled, fought, collected their toys and also left. Everyone sat at home, played with their toys and thought:

It's only mine, I won't give it to anyone!

Anya looked around in surprise. The site was quiet, empty and boring. She also took a scooter and returned home.

And at home, grandma baked pies.

Why are you so early, Anyuta? Grandma asked.

Everyone is gone,” she said. Nobody wants to play.

Perhaps you didn't let anyone ride again? Grandma shook her head.

She didn't, Anna confirmed. - It's my scooter! Why should I share?

Kar! - shouted a black crow, sitting behind the glass on the windowsill.

And rightly so, - suddenly said the grandmother. “You don’t have to share anything with anyone!

Yes, Anya rejoiced. She liked that her grandmother agreed with her and did not swear as always. - Grandma, can I have a pie?

What more! Grandma was outraged. These are my pies. I baked them, I'll eat them! I don't want to share!

Wow, Anya freaked out. - Grandma, you always treated me.

So what? Grandma was surprised. “But I changed my mind about sharing with you.

Grandfather, - Anya ran to complain to her grandfather. - And my grandmother does not give me pies.

Has our grandmother become as greedy as you? Grandpa smiled, leafing through his favorite book with beautiful pictures. Anya loved to sit on his lap and look at the strange fish and animals that were painted there. But today grandfather suddenly slammed the book right in front of her nose and said sternly:

Don't touch my book! And don't look at my pictures!

Wow, thought Anya and went to her room.

In the evening my mother returned from work. She bought a new doll for Anya, but did not want to give it away.

I bought it, - said my mother, unwrapping a beautiful box and taking out a doll. So she's mine. That's what I'm going to play!

What is going on? - Anya was upset and went to watch "Good night, kids!".

But dad was sitting in front of the TV:

This is my TV! he said to Anya. Only I can watch it.

Anna was completely frightened. She sat down on her bed and cried. Suddenly, someone purred and rubbed against her leg:

Oh, it's you Murka! Did you see what's going on?

I saw! Murka replied.

Can you speak? Anna couldn't believe her ears.

Actually, no, - said Murka. “But someone bewitched us all, so I became a speaker.

It’s good for you, but no one gives me anything all day today! Anya sobbed.

Nothing good. They didn't even give me milk today. Grandfather said that it was his milk, since he went to the store for it. Took and drank everything! - the cat said offendedly and sighed sadly.

And who could bewitch us? Anya got excited.

I don’t know, I’ll go ask my friends, - Murka answered and left.

When it began to get dark, she returned:

I knew everything. An enchanted crow appeared in our yard, which was sent by the evil sorceress Zloguglya. Everyone who lives here is under a spell of greed. When the most greedy person in our yard was greedy for the first time, the crow said “kar”, and witchcraft began to act.

But what to do now? Anya got scared.

We need to find who started it all. Who is the most greedy? Murka asked.

I don't know, Anna shrugged. - We'll have to find out tomorrow.

Yes, otherwise we won't be able to defeat Zlogulya. If evil people help her, then she can take over the whole world! It is necessary that the evil ones become kind, the pugnacious - peaceful, the disobedient - obedient, and the greedy - generous.

As soon as it was light, Anya ran out into the yard and saw an amazing picture. All the children played only with their toys, no one talked to anyone, everyone sat on different benches, and it was quiet and boring in the yard.

Anya climbed onto a plastic red hill and shouted from there:

Guys! We urgently need to find out who is the greediest in the yard!

We are all the most greedy here now, - the boy Dima answered sadly.

And before, when we all played together, who was the most greedy? Anya asked.

You! the children shouted in unison.

I? Anya didn't believe it. - Can't be!

You, you, - confirmed Dima. - We always shared everything with each other, and only you alone did not give anything to anyone: neither a scooter, nor a bicycle, nor sweets, nor a ball!

Oh, - Anna was upset. - It turns out that it's all because of me, it's all my fault! I now!

She climbed down the hill and ran home. First, Anya brought out the ball and sweets:

Let's play together! Here, eat!

Kar, kar, - the crow flapped its wings.

Ah, there you are! Anya screamed and threw a ball at her.

The crow croaked even louder and sat on the very top of the tree.

Well, hold on, - Anya exclaimed and ran home. First she took out the scooter, and then the bike.

Let's take turns riding! she suggested to the children.

Kar-kar-kar, - the crow screamed for the last time and suddenly turned into a column of black dust, and then toads, flies and all sorts of muck fell from the birch onto the ground. Then the whole pile flashed purple fire and disappeared.

Bang bang! - thundered somewhere far away. It was the evil ghoul's magic cauldron that exploded.

A warm wind came from somewhere and dispersed the gray clouds. Above the playground, where the children played together, the bright sun shone again.

In the evening, the whole family sat at the TV and ate grandmother's pies. Anya looked at her grandfather's picture book with her new doll. Well-fed Murka was sleeping near a saucer of milk. The witchcraft dissipated, and she no longer spoke, but only meowed.

Anya from that day on was never greedy again.

Peak the Mouse lived with his mother in a small cardboard box in the basement of one of the city's high-rise buildings. How and when this box got into the basement, no one knew, because Peak himself, and his mother, and his mother's mother were born in it, in this very box. The box itself was in a rather large concrete room, of which there are a huge number in any basement.

Yet this room was different from the others. The remarkable thing about it was that from the outside of this room it was not visible at all! The only way to get there was through a few small passages at the bottom of the wall, small enough that a full-grown cat couldn't get in, and big enough for a full-grown mouse to run through! Therefore, naturally, not only Peak and his mother lived there, but also other mouse families. It was a whole mouse yard, a city, or even the whole world!

From the pipes passing under the ceiling, it was warm, and it was quite dry and comfortable in this world hidden from prying eyes. Mama Mouserilla—that was the name of Peak's mum—brought him something delicious for dinner every night. And every time she left, she severely punished: “Peak, I’m leaving to get us something for dinner, and you be smart, sit in our box and don’t go out alone. And most importantly, never, never why don't you leave the concrete room - it's our protection. Only mice live here, and out there, a world full of dangers begins - cats alone are worth something! Someday, when you become an adult and strong, I will take you I'll show you where you can get food, how to hide from people and what paths to walk so as not to meet cats. In the meantime, stay in our box and wait for me, I'll be back soon. "

Then Mom kissed Peak and left, and Peak closed the door and sat quietly, quietly. Sometimes, bored alone and impatiently waiting for his mother to finally return, he imagined this mysterious, frightening, but terribly interesting world out there, outside their concrete room. Then he and his mother had dinner, and she allowed Peak to go play with his friends - the mouse Clatz and the little white mouse Pipa.

By the way, Pipa's grandmother was an unusual mouse: once upon a time she escaped from a strange, mysterious country called the Laboratory. Pipa's grandmother did not really like to remember those times, but sometimes, when she managed to be caught in a good mood, one could learn a lot of interesting things about People from her stories.

One evening, Mother Mouserilla brought an incredibly large, just a huge piece of cheese for dinner! And what's more, it was, in Peak's mind, perfectly fresh, only slightly overgrown with green mold on one side. It exuded such a wonderful aroma and was so large that it occupied almost a quarter of the space of the box in which the mouse lived with his mother.

Who knows what mouse cheese is? This is more than a bone for a backyard dog! It's better than finding candy that your parents hid from you! It's even better than driving down a hill in winter or telling scary stories in a dark, dark room!

Yes, there has never been such a holiday in Peak's life! He ate and ate, plenty, satiety and even more, and my mother said that you should not eat so much at once, because your tummy might hurt. But Peak was still too small, did not obey, and quietly took two or three more bites, he did not remember exactly, but certainly not more than five or seven times! And, of course, the whole evening suffered with the tummy ...

In the morning, Peak felt much better, his stomach stopped hurting, and there was still quite a lot of cheese left. This immediately lifted Peak's spirits, and after breakfast - this time a very moderate one - the satisfied mouse ran to play with his friends - Klats and Pipa. And the first thing Peak did after saying hello to his friends was to tell them about the cheese.

Do you remember what mouse cheese is? Oh, how Klatz and Pipa wanted to visit Peak today! Oh, how they wanted to see this miracle - a piece of cheese larger than a mouse! Feel its alluring aroma!.. Insert your sharp little teeth into its flesh!.. Well, at least bite off a small piece... Well, at least eat this small piece in half... And friends again and again asked Peak to tell them about the cheese, and Peak spoke with pleasure, from time to time swallowing saliva ...

Pipa could not stand it first - after all, she was a girl, and a lot of things are excusable for girls. "Listen, Peak," she said, "we're friends, really, and if so, could you treat Klatz and me, at least a small, at least a tiny piece of your wonderful cheese, because you have a lot of it, right?"

It was true, there was a lot of cheese, but some strange feeling, unknown to Peak before, rose from the very depths of his small tummy, stopped somewhere in his throat and hung silently on the very edge of his tongue. He did not know what to say, because although there was a lot of cheese, he did not want to share it at all. With no one. Klatz and Pipa looked at him silently and waited. Peak froze, looking somewhere at his feet in front of him, and could neither move nor answer his friends.

"Let's get out of here, Pipa," Klatz said after a moment's silence, "you see, his toad is strangling him!" Klatz and Pipa turned around and silently left, and the little gray mouse stood still for a long time, and then trudged home, sad and drooping. Peak, of course, did not understand what a "toad" was and why it was strangling someone, but it was as if on a cold autumn day, still sleepy, they had thrown him out of his warm bed into the cold and damp streets and silently slammed the door . The little mouse was bitter and offended, and tears somehow slipped from his eyes by themselves, leaving a salty taste in his mouth ...

In the evening, my mother called Peak to dinner, but I didn’t feel like eating at all. Didn't want anything. Even cheese.

"Are you sick of me, son?" Mom asked. "No, mommy, everything is in order," Peak answered sadly and trudged to his bed. But I didn't want to sleep either. Again and again he remembered how his friends looked at him in anticipation, how Klatz spoke about the toad, which for some reason strangled him, Peak, and how they, his closest friends, were leaving him. He lay in the dark and remembered, remembered...

"Mommy...Mommy!" Peak whispered, and gently patted his sleeping mother on the shoulder.

“What happened, Peak, did you have a bad dream?”

No, I didn't sleep at all. Mom, what kind of toad is this and why is it choking me, huh?

Is it hard for you to breathe, are you sick? - my mother didn't understand.

- No, mom, I didn’t get sick, it’s just hard for me to breathe, because the toad is choking me, but what it is and why it suffocates me, I just don’t understand.

- What toad? What's with the toad anyway?

“I don't know, that's what Klatz said.

Mom put the mouse on her bed.

“Well, tell me what happened to you?” Mom said hugging him gently.

And Peak told her everything as it was.

“... and now I have no friends at all, and I am left alone,” Peak concluded his story sadly. “You probably won’t love me now either, right?”

“My stupid little mouse,” my mother said affectionately, hugged him even tighter and kissed the top of his head, “I will always love you, no matter where you are and no matter what you do, because I am your mother. It's hard for you to breathe from tears and resentment, and "toad strangles" is just such an expression. So they say about those who are greedy and do not want to share with anyone. But since you regret your act, it means that not everything is lost and we will return your friends! Do this tomorrow...

And the next day, Peak did everything exactly as his mother advised him: he found his old friends - Pipa and Klatz - and asked their forgiveness for being such a greedy man. He sincerely and wholeheartedly said that they are more expensive than any cheese and promised to continue to always, always share everything that he has.

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