Odoevsky’s fairy tale “Moroz Ivanovich” tells about two girls. One of them, the Needlewoman, dropped a bucket into the well. When the girl went down after him, she saw miracles and grandfather Moroz Ivanovich there. For her kindness, the Needlewoman received gifts from Frost. And what did Sloth get?
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Two girls lived in the same house - the Needlewoman and Lenivitsa, and with them a nanny. The needlewoman was a smart girl: she got up early, dressed herself, without a nanny, and got out of bed and got to work: she lit the stove, kneaded bread, chalked the hut, fed the rooster, and then went to the well to get water.
Meanwhile, Sloth was lying in bed, stretching, waddling from side to side, and when she gets bored of lying, she’ll say, half asleep: “Nanny, put on my stockings, nanny, tie my shoes,” and then she’ll say, “Nanny, is there a bun?”
He gets up, jumps and sits down at the window to count the flies: how many have flown in and how many have flown away. As Lenivitsa counts everyone, she doesn’t know what to take up or what to do; She would like to go to bed - but she doesn’t want to sleep; She would like to eat, but she doesn’t feel like eating; She should count flies at the window - and even then she’s tired. She sits, miserable, and cries and complains to everyone that she is bored, as if others are to blame. Meanwhile, the Needlewoman returns, strains the water, pours it into jugs; and what a trick: if the water is unclean, he will roll up a sheet of paper, put coals and coarse sand in it, insert that paper into a jug and pour water into it, and the water, you know, passes through the sand and through the coals and drips into the jug is clean, like crystal; and then the Needlewoman will start knitting stockings or cutting scarves, or even sewing and cutting shirts, and even start singing a handicraft song; and she was never bored, because she had no time to be bored: now doing this, now doing that, and then, you look, it’s evening - the day has passed.
One day, trouble happened to the Needlewoman: she went to the well to get water, lowered the bucket on a rope, and the rope broke; The bucket fell into the well. How can we be here?
The poor Needlewoman burst into tears and went to her nanny to tell about her misfortune and misfortune; and nanny Praskovya was so strict and angry, she said:
You made the trouble yourself, fix it yourself; You drowned the bucket yourself, get it out yourself.
There was nothing to be done: the poor Needlewoman went back to the well, grabbed the rope and descended along it to the very bottom. Only then a miracle happened to her. As soon as she came down, she looked: there was a stove in front of her, and in the stove sat a pie, so ruddy and crispy; sits, looks and says:
I’m completely ready, browned, fried with sugar and raisins; whoever takes me from the stove will go with me!
The needlewoman, without hesitating at all, grabbed a spatula, took out the pie and put it in her bosom. She moves on.
There is a garden in front of her, and in the garden there is a tree, and on the tree there are golden apples; The apples move their leaves and say to themselves:
The needlewoman approached the tree, shook it by the twig, and golden apples fell into her apron.
A! - he said. - Great, Needlewoman! Thank you for bringing me the pie; I haven't eaten anything hot for a long time.
Then he sat the Needlewoman next to him, and they had breakfast together with a pie and snacked on golden apples.
“I know why you came,” says Moroz Ivanovich, “you dropped a bucket into my student; I’ll give you the bucket, only you serve me for three days; If you're smart, you'll be better off; If you're lazy, it's worse for you. And now,” added Moroz Ivanovich, “it’s time for me, an old man, to rest; go and prepare my bed, and make sure to fluff up the feather bed well.
The needlewoman obeyed. They went into the house. Moroz Ivanovich’s house was made entirely of ice: the doors, the windows, and the floor were ice, and the walls were decorated with snow stars; the sun was shining on them, and everything in the house sparkled like diamonds. On Moroz Ivanovich’s bed, instead of a feather bed, there was fluffy snow; It was cold and there was nothing to do.
The needlewoman began to whip up the snow so that the old man could sleep more softly, and meanwhile her, poor thing, her hands were numb and her fingers turned white, like the poor people who rinse their linen in an ice hole in winter: it’s cold, and the wind is in the face, and the linen freezes with a stake standing, but there is nothing to do - poor people are working.
“Nothing,” said Moroz Ivanovich, “just rub your fingers with snow, and they’ll go away, you won’t get chills.” I'm a good old man; look at my curiosities. Then he lifted his snowy feather bed with a blanket, and the Needlewoman saw that green grass was breaking through under the feather bed. The needlewoman felt sorry for the poor grass.
“You say,” she said, “that you are a kind old man, but why do you keep green grass under a snowy feather bed and don’t let it out into the light of day?”
I’m not releasing it because it’s not time yet; The grass has not yet come into effect. In the fall, the peasants sowed it, it sprouted, and if it had already stretched out, then winter would have captured it, and by summer the grass would not have ripened. So I covered the young greenery with my snow feather bed, and also lay down on it myself so that the snow would not be blown away by the wind; But when spring comes, the snow feathers will melt, the grass will sprout, and then, lo and behold, grain will appear, and the peasant will collect the grain and take it to the mill; the miller will sweep away the grain and there will be flour, and from the flour you, Handicraftswoman, will bake bread.
Well, tell me, Moroz Ivanovich,” said the Needlewoman, “why are you sitting in the well?”
“Then I’m sitting in the well; spring is coming,” said Moroz Ivanovich, “I’m getting hot; and you know that it can be cold in the well even in the summer, which is why the water in the well is cold, even in the middle of the hottest summer.
“Why do you, Moroz Ivanovich,” asked the Needlewoman, “in winter you walk the streets and knock on windows?”
“And then I knock on the windows,” answered Moroz Ivanovich, “so that they don’t forget to light the stoves and close the pipes on time; Otherwise, I know, there are such slobs that if you heat the stove, they will heat it up, but they won’t close the pipe, or they will close it, but at the wrong time, when not all the coals have burned out yet, and that’s why there is carbon monoxide in the upper room, your head will people are in pain, their eyes are green; You can even die completely from fumes. And then I also knock on the window so that no one forgets that there are people in the world who are cold in winter, who have no fur coat, and who have nothing to buy firewood with; So then I knock on the window so that they don’t forget to help them. Here the kind Moroz Ivanovich stroked the Needlewoman on the head and lay down to rest on his snowy bed.
Meanwhile, the needlewoman cleaned up everything in the house, went to the kitchen, prepared food, mended the old man’s dress and darned the linen.
The old man woke up; I was very pleased with everything and thanked the Needlewoman. Then they sat down to dinner; the dinner was excellent, and especially good was the ice cream, which the old man made himself.
Moroz Ivanovich poured silver coins into a bucket for the needlewoman. This is how the Needlewoman lived with Moroz Ivanovich for three whole days.
On the third day, Moroz Ivanovich said to the Needlewoman: “Thank you, you are a smart girl, you comforted me, an old man, well, and I will not remain in your debt.” You know: people get money for handicrafts, so here’s your bucket, and I poured a whole handful of silver coins into the bucket; and besides, here’s a diamond as a souvenir for you to pin on your scarf. The needlewoman thanked her, pinned on the diamond, took the bucket, went back to the well, grabbed the rope and came out into the light of day.
As soon as she began to approach the house, the rooster, which she always fed, saw her, was delighted, flew up onto the fence and shouted:
Crow-crow!
The Needlewoman has nickels in her bucket!
When the Needlewoman came home and told everything that had happened to her, the nanny was very amazed, and then said: “You see, Sloth, what people get for needlework!”
Go to the old man and serve him, do some work; Clean his room, cook in the kitchen, mend his dress and darn his linen, and you’ll earn a handful of coins, and it will come in handy: we don’t have much money for the holiday.
Lenivitsa really didn’t like going to work with the old man. But she wanted to get the piglets and the diamond pin too.
So, following the example of the Needlewoman, Sloth went to the well, grabbed the rope and crashed straight to the bottom. The stove looks in front of her, and in the stove sits a pie, so ruddy and crispy; sits, looks and says:
I’m completely ready, browned, fried with sugar and raisins; whoever takes me will go with me.
And Lenivitsa answered him:
Yes, no matter how it is! I have to tire myself out - lifting my spatula and reaching into the stove; If you want, you can jump out yourself.
We are plump, ripe apples; they ate tree roots and washed themselves with cold dew; whoever shakes us off the tree will take us for himself.
Yes, no matter how it is! - answered Lenivitsa. “I have to tire myself out - lifting my arms, pulling on branches... I’ll have time to pick up before they attack!”
And Sloth walked past them. So she reached Moroz Ivanovich. The old man was still sitting on the ice bench and biting snowballs.
What do you want, girl? - he asked.
“I came to you,” answered Lenivitsa, “to serve and get paid for the work.”
“You said it right, girl,” the old man answered, “you should get money for your work, just let’s see what else your work will be.” Go and fluff up my feather bed, and then prepare the food, mend my dress, and mend my linen.
Sloth went, and on her way she thought:
“I’m going to tire myself and shiver my fingers! Perhaps the old man won’t notice and will fall asleep on the unfluffed feather bed.”
The old man really didn’t notice, or pretended not to notice, went to bed and fell asleep, and Sloth went to the kitchen. She came to the kitchen and didn’t know what to do. She loved to eat, but it never even occurred to her to think about how the food was prepared; and she was too lazy to look. So she looked around: in front of her lay greens, meat, fish, vinegar, mustard, and kvass - everything in order. She thought and thought, somehow she peeled the greens, cut the meat and fish, and, so as not to give herself too much work, as everything was washed or unwashed, she put it in the pan: the greens, and the meat, and the fish, and the mustard, and I added vinegar and some kvass, but she thought:
“Why bother yourself, cook each thing specially? After all, everything will be together in the stomach.”
The old man woke up and asked for dinner. The sloth brought him the pan as it was, without even laying out a tablecloth.
Moroz Ivanovich tried it, winced, and the sand crunched on his teeth. “You cook well,” he remarked, smiling. - Let's see what your other job will be.
The Sloth tasted it, and immediately spat it out, and the old man groaned, grunted, and began to prepare the food himself and made a great dinner, so that the Sloth licked her fingers while eating someone else’s cooking.
After lunch, the old man lay down to rest again, and remembered Lenivitsa that his dress had not been repaired and his linen had not been darned.
The sloth sulked, but there was nothing to do: she began to take apart her dress and underwear; and here’s the problem: Lenivitsa sewed the dress and underwear, but she didn’t ask how it was sewn; She was about to take a needle, but out of habit she pricked herself; So I left her. And the old man again seemed not to notice anything, he called Sloth to dinner and even put her to bed.
But Lenivitsa loves it; thinks to himself:
“Perhaps it will pass. The sister was free to take on the labor; “He’s a good old man, he’ll give me a few coins for nothing.”
On the third day, Lenivitsa comes and asks Moroz Ivanovich to let her go home and reward her for her work.
What was your job? - asked the old man. - If this is true, then you must pay me, because it was not you who worked for me, but I who served you.
Yes, of course! - answered Lenivitsa. “I lived with you for three whole days.” “You know, my dear,” answered the old man, “what I’ll tell you: living and serving are different, and work is different; note this: it will come in handy ahead. But, however, if your conscience does not bother you, I will reward you: and what is your work, such will be your reward.
With these words, Moroz Ivanovich gave Lenivitsa a large silver bar, and in the other hand - a large diamond. The sloth was so happy about this that she grabbed both and, without even thanking the old man, ran home.
She came home and showed off.
This, he says, is what I earned; not a match for my sister, not a handful of coins and not a small diamond, but a whole silver ingot, look how heavy it is, and the diamond is almost the size of a fist... You can buy a new one for the holiday with this...
Before she had time to finish speaking, the silver ingot melted and poured onto the floor; he was nothing more than mercury, which had frozen from extreme cold; At the same time, the diamond began to melt.
And the rooster jumped up on the fence and cried loudly:
Cuckoo-cucker,
Sloth has an ice icicle in her hands!
And you, kids, think, guess what is true here, what is not true; what is said really, what is said sideways; some as a joke, some as an instruction.
Tales of Odoevsky
The fairy tale "Moroz Ivanovich" is a magical story about two girls - the Needlewoman and Lenivitsa and their strict nanny. The needlewoman spent all day doing handicrafts: she knitted, cooked, fetched water, filtered the water through coal and sand if the water was unclean, and all Lenivitsa knew was to toil for days with idleness and count flies.
But then the Needlewoman had a problem - she dropped a bucket into the well, ran to the nanny with her trouble, and she sent her to deal with her problem on her own. The Needlewoman went down to the bottom of the well for a bucket and reached the home of Moroz Ivanovich, along the way taking a pie from the stove and golden apples from the apple tree. She treated Moroz Ivanovich, who was very happy with her and offered to serve him for three days, and promised to reward him well for good service. For 3 days, the needlewoman fluffed Moroz Ivanovich’s feather bed, cooked food, and darned clothes. After three days, Moroz Ivanovich thanked the Needlewoman with a bucket of silver dimes and a diamond. When the nanny saw what gifts the Needlewoman returned with, she immediately equipped Lenivitsa to work for Moroz Ivanovich for three days. But since Lenivitsa did not know how to do anything and only spoiled everything she touched, Moroz Ivanovich gave her a large ingot of silver for her work, which turned out to be frozen mercury and melted on the surface and a large diamond, which turned out to be an icicle and also melted. So Moroz Ivanovich rewarded each one according to her deserts.
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Nothing is given to us for nothing without effort,
- It’s not for nothing that there has been a proverb since ancient times.
Two girls lived in the same house - the Needlewoman and Lenivitsa, and with them a nanny.
The needlewoman was a smart girl: she got up early, dressed herself, without a nanny, and got out of bed and got to work: she lit the stove, kneaded bread, chalked the hut, fed the rooster, and then went to the well to get water.
Meanwhile, Sloth was lying in bed, stretching, waddling from side to side, and when she gets bored of lying, she’ll say, half asleep: “Nanny, put on my stockings, nanny, tie my shoes,” and then she’ll say, “Nanny, is there a bun?” . He gets up, jumps, and sits down at the window to count the flies: how many have flown in and how many have flown away. As Lenivitsa counts everyone, she doesn’t know what to take up or what to do; She would like to go to bed - but she doesn’t want to sleep; She would like to eat, but she doesn’t feel like eating; She should count flies at the window - and even then she’s tired. She sits, miserable, and cries and complains to everyone that she is bored, as if others are to blame.
Meanwhile, the Needlewoman returns, strains the water, pours it into jugs; and what a trick: if the water is unclean, he will roll up a sheet of paper, put coals and coarse sand in it, insert that paper into a jug and pour water into it, and you know the water passes through the sand and through the coals and drips into the jug clean , like crystal; and then the Needlewoman will start knitting stockings or cutting scarves, or even sewing and cutting shirts, and even start singing a handicraft song; and she was never bored, because she had no time to be bored: now doing this, now doing that, and then, you see, it’s evening - the day has passed.
One day, trouble happened to the Needlewoman: she went to the well to get water, lowered the bucket on a rope, and the rope broke; The bucket fell into the well. How can we be here?
The poor Needlewoman burst into tears and went to her nanny to tell about her misfortune and misfortune; and nanny Praskovya was so strict and angry, she said:
- You made the trouble yourself, fix it yourself; You drowned the bucket yourself, get it out yourself.
There was nothing to be done: the poor Needlewoman went back to the well, grabbed the rope and descended along it to the very bottom. Only then a miracle happened to her. As soon as she came down, she looked: there was a stove in front of her, and in the stove sat a pie, so ruddy and crispy; sits, looks and says:
- I’m completely ready, browned, fried with sugar and raisins; Whoever takes me out of the oven will go with me! The needlewoman, without hesitating at all, grabbed a spatula, took out the pie and put it in her bosom.
She moves on. There is a garden in front of her, and in the garden there is a tree, and on the tree there are golden apples; The apples move their leaves and say to themselves:
- We, liquid apples, are ripe; they ate tree roots and washed themselves with cold dew; whoever shakes us off the tree will take us for himself.
The needlewoman approached the tree, shook it by the twig, and golden apples fell into her apron.
The needlewoman goes further. She looks: old man Moroz Ivanovich, gray-haired, sits in front of her; he sits on an ice bench and eats snowballs; shakes his head - frost falls from his hair, dies of spirit - thick steam rises.
- A! - he said. - Hello, Needlewoman! Thank you for bringing me the pie; I haven't eaten anything hot for a long time.
Then he sat the Needlewoman next to him, and they had breakfast together with a pie and snacked on golden apples.
“I know why you came,” says Moroz Ivanovich, “you dropped a bucket into my student; I’ll give you the bucket, only you serve me for three days; If you're smart, you'll be better off; If you're lazy, it's worse for you. And now, added Moroz Ivanovich, “it’s time for me, an old man, to rest; go and prepare my bed, and make sure to fluff up the feather bed well.
The needlewoman obeyed... They went into the house. Moroz Ivanovich's house was made entirely of ice: the doors, the windows, and the floor were ice, and the walls were decorated with snow stars; the sun was shining on them, and everything in the house sparkled like diamonds. On Moroz Ivanovich’s bed, instead of a feather bed, there was fluffy snow; It was cold and there was nothing to do.
The needlewoman began to whip up the snow so that the old man could sleep more softly, and meanwhile her, poor thing, her hands were numb and her fingers turned white, like the poor people who rinse their linen in an ice hole in winter: it’s cold, and the wind is in the face, and the linen freezes with a stake standing, but there is nothing to do - poor people are working.
“Nothing,” said Moroz Ivanovich, “just rub your fingers with snow, and they’ll come off without chilling.” I'm a good old man; look at my curiosities.
Then he lifted his snowy feather bed with a blanket, and the Needlewoman saw that green grass was breaking through under the feather bed. The needlewoman felt sorry for the poor grass.
“You say,” she said, “that you are a kind old man, but why do you keep green grass under a snowy feather bed and don’t let it out into the light of day?”
“I’m not letting him out because it’s not time yet, the grass hasn’t come into effect yet.” In the fall, the peasants sowed it, it sprouted, and if it had already stretched out, then winter would have captured it, and by summer the grass would not have ripened. So I covered the young greenery with my snow feather bed, and also lay down on it so that the snow would not be blown away by the wind, and then spring will come, the snow feather feather will melt, the grass will sprout, and then, look, the grain will appear, and the peasant will collect the grain and will take the mill; the miller will sweep away the grain and there will be flour, and from the flour you, Handicraftswoman, will bake bread.
“Well, tell me, Moroz Ivanovich,” said the Needlewoman, “why are you sitting in the well?”
“Then I’m sitting in the well that spring is coming,” said Moroz Ivanovich. I'm getting hot; and you know that it can be cold in the well even in the summer, which is why the water in the well is cold, even in the middle of the hottest summer.
“Why do you, Moroz Ivanovich,” asked the Needlewoman, “in winter you walk the streets and knock on windows?”
“And then I knock on the window,” answered Moroz Ivanovich, “so that they don’t forget to light the stoves and close the pipes in time; Otherwise, I know that there are such slobs that they will heat the stove, but they will not close the pipe, or they will close it, but at the wrong time, when not all the coals have burned out yet, and because of this there is carbon monoxide in the upper room, people get headaches , green in the eyes; You can even die completely from fumes. And then I also knock on the window so that no one forgets that there are people in the world who are cold in winter, who do not have a fur coat, and who have nothing to buy firewood with; So then I knock on the window so that they don’t forget to help them.
Here the kind Moroz Ivanovich stroked the Needlewoman on the head and lay down to rest on his snowy bed.
Meanwhile, the needlewoman cleaned up everything in the house, went to the kitchen, prepared food, mended the old man’s dress and darned the linen.
The old man woke up; I was very pleased with everything and thanked the Needlewoman. Then they sat down to dinner; the dinner was excellent, and especially good was the ice cream, which the old man made himself.
This is how the Needlewoman lived with Moroz Ivanovich for three whole days.
On the third day, Moroz Ivanovich said to the Needlewoman:
- Thank you, you are a smart girl, you comforted me, an old man, well, and I will not remain in your debt. You know: people get money for needlework, so here’s your bucket, and I poured a whole handful of silver coins into the bucket; Yes, besides, here’s a diamond as a souvenir for you to pin on your scarf.
The needlewoman thanked her, pinned on the diamond, took the bucket, went back to the well, grabbed the rope and came out into the light of day.
She had just begun to approach the house like a rooster that she always fed; I saw her, was delighted, flew up onto the fence and shouted:
Crow, crow!
The Needlewoman has nickels in her bucket!
When the Needlewoman came home and told everything that happened to her, the nanny was very amazed, and then said:
- You see, Sloth, what people get for handicrafts! Go to the old man and serve him, do some work; Clean his room, cook in the kitchen, mend his dress and darn his linen, and you’ll earn a handful of coins, and it will come in handy: we don’t have much money for the holiday.
Lenivitsa really did not like going to work with the old man. But she wanted to get the piglets and the diamond pin too.
So, following the example of the Needlewoman, Sloth went to the well, grabbed the rope, and crashed straight to the bottom. She looks at the stove in front of her, and in the stove sits a pie, so ruddy and crispy; sits, looks and says:
- I’m completely ready, browned, fried with sugar and raisins; whoever takes me will go with me. And Lenivitsa answered him:
- Yes, no matter how it is! I have to tire myself out - lifting my spatula and reaching into the stove; If you want, you can jump out yourself.
She walks further, in front of her is a garden, and in the garden there is a tree, and on the tree there are golden apples; The apples move their leaves and say to themselves:
- We are liquid, ripe apples; they ate tree roots and washed themselves with cold dew; whoever shakes us off the tree will take us for himself.
- Yes, no matter how it is! - answered Lenivitsa. - I have to tire myself out - raise my arms, pull on branches... I’ll have time to collect before they attack!
And Sloth walked past them. So she reached Moroz Ivanovich. The old man was still sitting on the ice bench and biting snowballs.
- What do you want, girl? - he asked.
“I came to you,” answered Lenivitsa, “to serve and get paid for the work.”
“You said it very well, girl,” answered the old man, “you should get money for work, just let’s see what else your work will be!” Go and fluff up my feather bed, and then prepare the food, mend my dress, and mend my linen.
Sloth went, and on her way she thought:
“I’ll tire myself and my fingers will shiver! Perhaps the old man won’t notice and will fall asleep on the unfluffed feather bed.”
The old man really didn’t notice, or pretended not to notice, went to bed and fell asleep, and Sloth went to the kitchen. She came to the kitchen and didn’t know what to do. She loved to eat, but it never even occurred to her to think about how the food was prepared; and she was too lazy to look. So she looked around: in front of her lay greens, meat, fish, vinegar, mustard, and kvass - everything in order. She thought and thought, somehow she peeled the greens, cut the meat and fish, and, so as not to give herself too much work, she put everything in the pan as it was, washed or unwashed: the greens, and the meat, and the fish, and the mustard, and she added some vinegar and some kvass, but she thought:
- Why bother yourself, cook each thing specially? After all, everything will be together in the stomach.
The old man woke up and asked for dinner. The sloth brought him the pan as it was, without even laying out the tablecloths. Moroz Ivanovich tried it, winced, and the sand crunched on his teeth.
“You cook well,” he remarked, smiling. - Let's see what your other job will be.
The Sloth tasted it, and immediately spat it out, and the old man grunted, grunted, and began to prepare the food himself and made a great dinner, so that the Sloth licked his fingers while eating someone else’s cooking.
After lunch, the old man lay down to rest again and remembered to Lenivitsa that his dress had not been repaired and his linen had not been darned.
The sloth sulked, but there was nothing to do: she began to take apart her dress and underwear; and here’s the problem: Lenivitsa sewed the dress and linen, but she didn’t ask how it was sewn; She was about to take a needle, but out of habit she pricked herself; So I left her. And the old man again seemed not to notice anything, he called Lenivitsa to dinner, and even put him to bed.
But Lenivitsa loves it; thinks to himself:
“Perhaps it will pass anyway. My sister was free to take on the work; he’s a good old man, he’ll give me a few coins for nothing.”
On the third day, Lenivitsa comes and asks Moroz Ivanovich to let her go home and reward her for her work.
- What was your job? - asked the old man. - If this is true, then you have to pay me, because you didn’t work for me, but I served you.
- Yes, of course! - answered Lenivitsa. - I lived with you for three whole days.
“You know, my dear,” answered the old man, “what I’ll tell you: living and serving are different, and work is different; note this: it will come in handy ahead. But, however, if your conscience does not bother you, I will reward you: and what is your work, such will be your reward.
With these words, Moroz Ivanovich gave Lenivitsa a large silver bar, and in the other hand - a large diamond.
The sloth was so happy about this that she grabbed both and, without even thanking the old man, ran home.
She came home and showed off.
Here, he says, is what I earned; not a match for my sister, not a handful of coins and not a small diamond, but a whole silver ingot, look how heavy it is, and the diamond is almost the size of a fist... You can buy a new one for the holiday with this...
Before she had time to finish speaking, the silver ingot melted and poured onto the floor; he was nothing more than mercury, which had frozen from extreme cold; At the same time, the diamond began to melt. And the rooster jumped up on the fence and cried loudly:
Crow-crow,
Sloth has an ice icicle in her hands!
And you, kids, think, guess what is true here, what is not true; what is said really, what is said sideways; some as a joke, some as an instruction...
How often does something great seem simple because it does not tend to catch the eye. And only time shows how brilliant a particular composition is. For the third century now, Vladimir Odoevsky’s fairy tale “Moroz Ivanovich” has been passed down from mouth to mouth, and this is already a lot.
“It smells like Russia here”
Odoevsky's fairy tale "Moroz Ivanovich" is an exemplary example of a Russian author's fairy tale. Vladimir Odoevsky, the author of this work, composed a fairy tale especially for the youngest readers. In her lines, children will easily find goodness, magic and immense love for their native land. In the well-known work of A. S. Pushkin there were the lines: “Here is the Russian spirit, Here it smells of Russia.” It is these words that give a complete description of the magical, winter story.
Odoevsky’s fairy tale “Moroz Ivanovich” was included in the author’s collection “Tales of Grandfather Irenaeus,” which was published in 1841. The story was created based on the folk tale "Morozko". Readers liked this work because the author did not deviate from the peasant traditions of storytelling. In addition, children of that time were taught to work from an early age, so they understood the meaning of the story, supplemented the story with vivid images that their imagination drew, and in addition to the magical story, they had a good motivating lesson.
about the author
Vladimir Fedorovich Odoevsky lived and worked in the era of romanticism. He was born on August 13, 1803. Vladimir Fedorovich is the last representative of the Odoevsky family, who were the ancestors of the Rurikovichs themselves. The author was sure that it was important for the modern world to educate the masses, and fairy tales were not his only asset. Vladimir Odoevsky is the founder of a rural primary school.
His contribution to Russian children's literature is truly colossal. The collection “Tales of Grandfather Irenaeus” was very popular among children. It is worth noting that this same grandfather was the author himself - this is his literary pseudonym. The fairy tale “Moroz Ivanovich” by V.F. Odoevsky is still considered the author’s best work. Even after 200 years, it still appeals to young readers, who see in this story not only an entertaining adventure, but also find answers to many questions, thereby learning about the world around them and learning good manners.
Composition
“Moroz Ivanovich” by Odoevsky was created in accordance with the best traditions of folk epic. This style of storytelling is mystical and paradoxical, because it has long been the case that an epic must touch the most hidden strings of the human soul. Obviously, attention to the fairy tale is due to the fact that the reader’s Slavic genetic memory is triggered. Here, as they say, “you can’t strangle genes with your finger.”
The fairy tale begins with a saying, which looks like a kind and instructive proverb. It is selected according to the main theme of the work and literally from the first lines sets the reader up with the main idea. Nothing is given to anyone for free. In order to get something, achieve something and have something, you need to make an effort equal to your desire.
After the reader has tuned in to receive an important lesson in his life, the author draws his attention to the story itself: “Two girls lived in the same house: the Needlewoman and the Sloth.” This is called the “beginning,” that is, the so-called starting point from which the narrative begins. The author skillfully created the appearance of events that took place in the past, and immediately explained to the reader that the basis of the fairy tale is opposition (antithesis). The writer's skill immediately attracts the child's attention to a positive character, since he is charged with forming a “positive I” in himself.
Before you begin to analyze Odoevsky’s fairy tale “Moroz Ivanovich,” you need to know at least a little about what the story was about. So, as already mentioned, the Needlewoman and Lenivitsa once lived in the same house. A nanny lived with them and looked after the girls.
Every morning the Needlewoman woke up early, got dressed and got to work. She could do everything and was able to do everything. She was busy all day with something, and she never got bored. Meanwhile, Sloth loved to wake up and lie in bed for a long, long time. And when she got tired of lying, she called the nanny to put on her stockings or tie her shoes. After having breakfast around lunchtime, the sloth sat down by the window and began counting the flies: how many flew in and how many flew away. In the summary of “Moroz Ivanovich” by Odoevsky, it is certainly worth mentioning these details, because due to the fact that Lenivitsa had nothing to occupy herself with, she became an irritable and selfish person. Those around her were always to blame for all her troubles.
And so the girls grew up, each minding her own business: one was lazy and cursed the whole world because no one entertained her, and the other minded her own business, and had no time to think about such trifles.
Bucket and well
Further, according to the content of “Moroz Ivanovich” by Odoevsky, an unpleasant incident happens to the Needlewoman. One day she went to the well to draw water and dropped a bucket into it. The girls’ nanny was strict and told the Needlewoman to correct what she had done herself. She had no choice but to go down the well.
In the well, the girl finds herself in another world, here the pies talk, and the golden apples themselves fall into her apron. Having collected this goodness along the way, the Needlewoman slowly walked to the house of Moroz Ivanovich. After sitting on the porch and sharing the goodies brought in like a brother, Moroz Ivanovich asked the girl to serve him for three days.
The needlewoman was a jack of all trades, and no housework was new to her: she cooked food, made things, and cleaned the hut. Three days passed unnoticed. As a reward for her efforts, the old man gave her the lost bucket, into which he poured silver coins, and gave her a hairpin with a diamond as a souvenir.
Envy is a bad feeling
Further, Odoevsky in “Moroz Ivanovich” briefly talks about how the Needlewoman returned home, and after seeing her awards, the nanny sent Lenivitsa into the well. There was some kind of holiday planned in their house, so any reward would not be superfluous.
Sloth really wanted to receive an award like her sister's. Not even that. She wanted to be given twice as much jewelry. But she didn’t know how to do anything. When I went to Moroz Ivanovich, I didn’t take any pie with me, I didn’t shake any apples from the branches. At the old man’s house she did practically nothing, because she did not know how to repair clothes or cook food. One could even say that it was not she who served the old man, but Moroz Ivanovich who served her, because he himself had to do all the housework.
When the three days were up, grandfather gave Sloth a diamond the size of an egg and a silver bar. Delighted with the gifts, the girl did not even thank her, but quickly ran home. But as soon as she came to the surface, the gifts she received began to melt away. It turned out that it was frozen mercury, and the diamond was ordinary ice.
Vladimir Odoevsky’s fairy tale “Moroz Ivanovich” ends with his call to think about history and decide what is fiction and what is true. We’ll talk about these lofty matters in more detail when analyzing the work.
Rhythm of the piece
Most likely, many readers will mistake Odoevsky’s “Moroz Ivanovich” for another folk tale. And they will not pay much attention to poetry, taking it for granted. But this poetry is worth attention, because here you can trace a special melodious rhythm. This method of presentation was chosen by the author himself, and his invariable participation is felt in every line.
Talking about the adventures of the Needlewoman, the author kindly sympathizes with her and encourages her. It becomes obvious to the reader that he sympathizes with her. But when it comes to Lenivitsa, the text clearly shows irony, teasing and, to be honest, sarcasm. Especially when the author talks about how Sloth tried to cook food on the first day. In addition to masterfully created images, the author delights the reader with a vivid description of the scene. The exquisite ice hut of the owner Frost, as if real, appears in fantasies.
The work was written according to the best traditions of oral folk storytelling of that time. The fairy tale contains sayings and proverbs; special emphasis is placed on the uniqueness of common words, such as student, unfortunate, etc. In the fairy tale, the author uses nouns in a diminutive form. A little later, Bazhov used a similar writing style. The fairy tale by V. F. Odoevsky “Moroz Ivanovich” is distinguished by its coherent and laconic composition. There are no unnecessary words or sentences here. Each phrase carries a special meaning and is almost irreplaceable in the overall picture of the story.
Main characters
When analyzing any literary work, including the analysis of “Moroz Ivanovich” by Odoevsky, it is worth paying attention to the main characters of the work. So, one of the main characters is the Needlewoman. This is a friendly, respectful and smart girl who is constantly busy with something, creating a cozy little world around herself. She is independent and hardworking, ready to pay attention to everyone. She is no stranger to curiosity and the desire to learn something new. She has a positive attitude, and even if she has troubles, the whole world helps her in solving them. Even unusual, fabulous objects become allies of the Needlewoman. Such a vivid example shows the younger generation that you need to behave the same way as the Needlewoman, then the whole world will help you.
In contrast to the Needlewoman, there is a Sloth in the fairy tale. Her favorite pastime is sleeping, and her only entertainment is sitting by the window and counting flies. Besides being lazy, this girl is also sassy, rude, arrogant and disrespectful. He even talks rudely to Moroz Ivanovich. Odoevsky Vladimir Fedorovich also attributes to this character a feeling of envy. Sloth is not eager to serve anyone, but she really wants to receive a reward like her sister. This girl is self-confident and selfish, and the concept of politeness is most likely unknown to her. For her laziness and bad manners, she gets what she deserves.
Another character that is directly related to the story is Moroz Ivanovich, in fact, the fairy tale is about him. He is the ruler of winter, a magical character who lives at the bottom of a well. Moroz Ivanovich looks like a strict and fair teacher. He is caring, polite, generous and fair. This wise man has a sense of humor, he is kind and appreciates this quality in others.
I see myself reflected in others
Another feature of this tale is that the author managed to show how a person treats people, and that is how they respond to him. Every person sees a reflection of himself in others. For the Needlewoman, old Moroz Ivanovich seemed like a kind and friendly grandfather who could tell something interesting. Sloth saw in the old man an angry and angry man, a real exploiter, greedy and with a disgusting sense of humor.
Although in fact Moroz Ivanovich acted according to his conscience: he punished for laziness and disrespect and encouraged diligent work.
Author's intention
“Moroz Ivanovich” by Odoevsky is not just another fairy tale on the list of literature, but a real hymn to working people. The author managed to show with colorful and vivid examples that laziness destroys everything good and bright that is potentially inherent in everyone.
Thanks to constant work and diligence, the needlewoman grows into a kind, sympathetic and cheerful girl. At the same time, Lenivitsa, due to constant “doing nothing,” increasingly displays negative qualities.
The curious Needlewoman learned that the Lord of Winter protects young grass from frost until spring.
When it’s cold, he knocks on people’s windows, reminding them that it’s time to light the stove and not forget about those who are less fortunate. In the summer he hides in a well, since it is always cool here, and constantly lives alone. She consoled the old man with her thriftiness and courtesy, pleased him with kind words and modest behavior, for which she received a reward.
Lenivitsa is a couch potato to the core, she simply came to Moroz Ivanovich to depend on. He cooked the food himself, and had no one to talk to, and managed the housework. For her stay in the fairyland, she received the appropriate honors - frozen ice and mercury.
By the way, with the light hand of the author, the aphorism “count flies” came into use, which characterizes a slacker. Following solely his own mercantile considerations, a person will never achieve what he wants. He can come up with a hundred, or even a thousand, cunning plans to get rich, but he will never achieve anything without effort.
Being in absolutely equal conditions, a lazy person will not be able to achieve anything, unlike a hardworking person. Only those who with a pure heart give their all to their work can receive the reward. Ambitious, polite and modest - this is the one who is due to be rewarded. And in his fairy tale “Moroz Ivanovich” Odoevsky very vividly describes someone who deserves respect, gratitude and worthy praise for his efforts.
Once upon a time there lived two girls with their nanny: the Needlewoman and the Sloth. The needlewoman got up at dawn and started doing things: lighting the stove, baking buns, tidying up the hut and going to the well for water.
And Sloth lay in bed for a long time until she got tired of it. She didn’t dress herself, she called the nanny to help. I ate and counted flies, then I was bored all day.
The needlewoman poured water into jugs and even passed it through sand to make it cleaner.
Then I knitted, sewed scarves, and sewed shirts.
One day the Needlewoman dropped a bucket into the well. The nanny made me get it. The girl climbed into the well. And there is a stove there. There is a pie in it. He asked to take it out - the needlewoman did so. She went further - there was an apple tree in the garden. The golden apples asked to be picked. The girl performed again.
She sees grandfather Moroz Ivanovich sitting on an ice bench, eating snowballs. He asked for a hot pie, the girl gave it, and the two of them ate the pie and apples.
The grandfather said that he would give her the bucket when the girl had worked for him for 3 days. So the Needlewoman remained with him.
He asked to fluff the feather bed. And she was made of snow. It was cold for the Needlewoman, but she did it. Grandfather showed her that there was green grass under the feather bed of snow. The girl felt sorry for the grass, but the old man explained to her that it was better for the grass, without the snow it would have frozen in the cold.
Moroz Ivanovich went to bed, and the girl cleaned the room, prepared food and mended the linen. Then they ate, the old man praised her for her work and treated her to ice cream.
After 3 days, Moroz Ivanovich saw off the Needlewoman and gave her a handful of coins and a diamond as a gift.
When the girl returned home with gifts, the nanny sent Lenivitsa to work with the old man. Sloth went into the well. But she didn’t want to take the pie out of the oven and pick the apples.
She finally got to her grandfather. He asked her to fluff the feather bed, but the girl didn’t want to, she decided that he wouldn’t notice. She prepared dinner somehow: she threw everything together in a saucepan. They began to eat, but it was impossible to eat. The old man prepared dinner himself. Lenivitsa didn’t darn the linen either; she pricked herself with a needle because she was unaccustomed to such work.
Moroz Ivanovich fed her dinner and put her to bed. So 3 days passed. Lenivitsa wanted to receive a reward. Her grandfather gave her a large silver bar and a large diamond. Sloth ran home joyfully, and the ingot melted: it turned out to be frozen mercury. And the diamond turned out to be an icicle.
V. Odoevsky. Moroz Ivanovich. Summary. Retelling. 3rd grade.
Retelling plan. Moroz Ivanovich.
1) Needlewoman and Sloth at home.
2) The Path of the Needlewoman to Moroz Ivanovich.
3) The life of a Needlewoman with Moroz Ivanovich.
4) Rewarding and returning home.
5) Lenivitsa’s path to Moroz Ivanovich.
6) The life of Lenivitsa with Moroz Ivanovich.
7) Rewarding and returning home.
Updated: 2019-01-16
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The fairy tale "Moroz Ivanovich" by Vladimir Odoevsky
Genre: literary fairy tale
About the author:
Vladimir Odoevsky
Famous Russian writer of the 19th century, music critic. His most famous works are fairy tales: “Town in a Snuffbox”, “Moroz Ivanovich”, “Poor Gnedko”.
In his works, Odoevsky not only created a fairy-tale world, but introduced children to interesting scientific facts.
The main characters of the fairy tale "Moroz Ivanovich" and their characteristics
1. A needlewoman, a smart girl who was distinguished by great hard work. She was always the first to get up, dressed herself and did all the housework.
2. Sloth, sister of the Needlewoman, a girl who did not like to do anything and preferred to spend her time counting flies.
3. Moroz Ivanovich, the lord of frost and snow, who lived in a well, fair and kind to the hardworking, harsh to the lazy.
Other fairy tale characters:
Nanny Praskovya, strict and sometimes angry.
The Rooster Who Loved the Needlewoman
Pie and Apple tree in the well.
Plan for retelling the fairy tale "Moroz Ivanovich"
- Two girls
- Fallen bucket
- Apple tree and stove
- Perina Moroza
- Needlewoman at Moroz Ivanovich's
- Handicraft Award
- Sloth goes down the well
- Sloth's pranks
- Ice and icicle
- The needlewoman drops the bucket and goes into the well
- She meets Moroz Ivanovich and treats him to apples and pies
- The needlewoman works for Moroz Ivanovich for three days and returns home with rich gifts.
- The nanny sends Sloth to the well
- Sloth does not do anything to Moroz Ivanovich and he rewards her with icicles and ice.
As you work, they will welcome you, and this is how you will be rewarded.
What does the fairy tale "Moroz Ivanovich" teach?
You cannot be lazy in life, because no one loves or respects lazy people. And only through his own labor can a person achieve something in life. Happiness must be earned.
Review of the fairy tale "Moroz Ivanovich":
I really liked Odoevsky’s fairy tale “Moroz Ivanovich”. After all, this fairy tale not only has a fascinating plot, but also there are no evil heroes in it, we even sympathize with Lenivitsa, although we understand that Moroz Ivanovich acted with her in good conscience. But from this fairy tale we learn how grass grows under the snow and why Frost knocks on the windows.
Proverbs for the fairy tale "Moroz Ivanovich"
You can't get honor without hard work.
Laziness will not bring you any good.
Labor feeds a person, but laziness spoils him.
Summary, brief retelling of the fairy tale "Moroz Ivanovich"
There lived two girls, one was hardworking and her name was the Needlewoman, the second was lazy and her name was Sloth.
One day the Needlewoman dropped a bucket into the well and the nanny told her to get the bucket. The needlewoman went down the well and saw a pie in the oven. She took the pie and moved on. Then she came across an apple tree. The needlewoman also took some apples.
The Needlewoman goes further and comes to the house of Moroz Ivanovich. The girl treated the old man to a pie and apples, and he obliged the girl to serve for three days in order to get the bucket back.
The Needlewoman began to work for Moroz Ivanovich. I shook his snow feather bed and admired the green grass. I cooked dinner and fixed the laundry.
Moroz Ivanovich was pleased and, when he released her, he gave the Needlewoman a handful of silver coins and a diamond.
The nanny saw this and sent Lenivitsa to Moroz Ivanovich to earn money for her dowry. Sloth climbed into the well, did not take the pie, did not pour out the apples.
Again Moroz Ivanovich left her to work for three days. But Lenivitsa doesn’t do anything, doesn’t sew up the linen, doesn’t shake the feather bed, boiled dinner and threw everything into the pan. Moroz Ivanovich got angry and instead of a reward, instead of silver, he poured ice on her and gave her an icicle.
Drawings and illustrations for the fairy tale "Moroz Ivanovich"
