Воспитательные сказки - Сказка про страну нерях - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Irina Gurina

There was a boy Vasya. He really did not like to clean the toys in the evening. It was so fun and interesting to play! Soldiers stood on the floor with the lines, behind them were snorted by co-calls, a tractor, four small cars and an excavator. Bear, dog, duckling and Vasya himself hid behind the sofa. Then the moment of the decisive battle came. Soldiers scattered in different directions. The truck went under the closet. The tractor with an excavator saved in the corridor, and small cars generally got into an unknown direction.

The winner Vasya pounded on the drum and solemnly marched around the room, crucifying the toys that came in the way. The evening came, my mother looked into the room and affectionately said:

- Vasenka, it's time to have dinner. Remove the toys.

“Yeah,” Vasya answered and continued to march.

“Vasily,” Dad was angry. - Yes, when will you finally save toys?

“Now,” Vasya answered and quickly sawed toys under the closet, bed, sofa, table and chair.

And once this happened.

Vasya, as usual, scattered his fighters and transport in the corners and went to bed.

Suddenly a huge shadow grew outside the window. She went out for a long time in the air, and then carefully walked through the glass. Vasya hid, but did not close his eyes. He was tormented by curiosity: who came to him.

In the middle of the room stood a real sorceress. She was wearing a dark blue dress and a cloak of night moths. They trembled wings, flying around in different directions when she waved her hands. And again they gathered together, as soon as the sorceress clapped her hands.

“Don't be afraid, Vasya,” she said quietly. - I am a sorceress Nepuberind! Do you want me to take you to my magical country? There, no one forces the children to clean the toys, there you can scatter the candy wrappers, do not obey mom and dad and dump your things in a heap!

- Want! Want! - Vasya was delighted.

- Then you must say: “I will never clean anything again! I am a slut! "

“I will never clean anything again, I am a slut!” - Vasya obediently repeated, crawling out from under the blanket.

At that moment, the moths picked up the boy and carried him out of the room.

They flew for a long, long time past multi-colored planets, along the Milky Way, far, far, on another planet!

The moths landed with Vasya in the middle of the street, like two drops of water similar to his street. And the house, before which Vasya stood, was also the same as his house.

At first, the boy thought that Neuberinda was deceiving him, and they returned back, but then he realized that this was not so. On a dusty street, the wind drove wrappers, pieces of paper, candy wrappers, plastic cups and other garbage.

- Why is it so dirty? - Vasya was surprised.

- In our country, no one is cleaning. Remember, you took the oath of the slut!

“Ah,” said Vasya and went to look for his friends. But there was nobody in the yard.

- And where is everything? he asked Neuberinda.

“Your friends are not worthy to become citizens of our country,” the sorceress answered. - They always remove toys, put books on shelves and carefully fold their clothes before bedtime!

- Who should I play with?

- In the neighboring courtyard there is a boy Kolya. Go to him, ”Nepuberinda was removing.

Indeed, on a bench surrounded by bags from cookies, candy wrappers and bottles from under the juice were a plague boy.

“Hi,” he held out a sticky palm.

“Your hands are dirty,” Vasya was indignant.

- No, they are just sweet. This is because of the juice. I spilled it on the states.

“Go, change clothes,” Vasya suggested. - You will wash your hands at the same time.

“I lost everything,” Kolya said sadly. - And my hands are reluctant to wash me, still then get dirty.

“Why don't you take garbage to the urn,” Vasya did not calm down.

- Why are you sticking? Are you a spy? We have no urn! This is the country of "Neuriland"!

“Yes,” Vasya said in surprise. - I just did not fuel to clean the toys! But I do not want to walk in stained clothes. And my mother taught me to throw garbage only into the urn, otherwise it would be dirty and ugly on the street.

Then he thought a little bit and added:

- Dirty as here! But if no one is cleaning here, then it will come out that garbage will be added and