MKDOU kindergarten care and rehabilitation No. 281

g.o. Samara

Story

"Magic Lantern"

(fairy tale therapy)

Completed by: Lipatova Galina Evgenievna,

teacher of the 1st category

Samara, 2012

Introduction

“Fear is a specific acute emotional state, a special sensory reaction that manifests itself in a dangerous situation. Fear is always caused by a concrete and close, already present danger.

(A. Spivakovskaya)

Distinguish age and neurotic fears. Neurotic fears are the result of long and insoluble experiences, usually they are fears of darkness, loneliness. In children after three years, fantasy, imagination, and thinking are rapidly developing; at the same time they are easily suggestible and naive. Therefore, fears accompany children for several years. And even if it seems to an adult that the child has safely survived some kind of frightening situation, one can expect that after a few days or weeks he will again have fears. Therefore, the task of adults is to identify the presence of fear and remove these fears using various methods:

drawing fears,

watching cartoons,

playing situations

fairy tale therapy, etc.

The fairy tale "Magic Lantern" is aimed at the conscious devaluation of the fear of the dark and the unconscious elimination of it. Contributes to the acquisition of experience, the formation of the ability to use this experience in real life. "Magic Flashlight" helps the main character turn monsters into ordinary things, they are not afraid of them in the dark. This fairy tale can be used by teachers in individual work with children, in collective work in the classroom, as well as by parents at home.

Fairy tale "Magic Lantern"

In one city, on an ordinary street, in a large multi-storey building, there lived a boy, Vasya. Vasya had a big family - dad, mom, grandmother, grandfather. And in their house lived a fluffy cat, his name was Timothy. They lived together and happily. While mom and dad were at work, Vasya, together with grandpa and grandma, had fun playing, coming up with various interesting things. Vasya was a good boy, kind and cheerful, and also affectionate. For all his relatives, he prepared gifts for the holidays and never forgot about his friend Timothy.

Every day was fun and interesting. Everything was fine until evening came, and with it came time for sleep. Everything changed. Vasya was capricious, coming up with various excuses not to go to sleep. Now he wants to eat, then he wants to drink some water, then he wants to go to the toilet. But time passed, and it was necessary to go to bed. Mom followed him to bed. Kissed, spoke kind affectionate words. She wrapped herself in a blanket and went to her room. It was here that the most terrible thing began, which Vasya was so afraid of. With the onset of darkness, terrible monsters appeared! They were everywhere, peeking out from under the bed, hiding behind the curtain. It was very scary. And the baby began to cry, to call his mother and grandmother. Of course, relatives came at the first call. And so it went on every evening.

But then one evening, dad and grandfather called Vasya to their place.

Vasya, - said dad, we brought you a flashlight!

Yes, this is not a simple flashlight, it is magical - said grandfather.

What's so magical about it? Vasya asked.

Once you point it at scary monsters, they will all turn into objects,” said dad.

Take it, try it, maybe it will help you?! - said the grandfather.

Well, I'll try, - answered Vasya.

It was time for sleep, mom, as always, escorted Vasya to bed. She kissed, hugged and put a flashlight next to her. Here the light is turned off. Darkness came and, as always, monsters began to appear. Vasya was about to cry and scream, but remembered that he had a magic flashlight.

Maybe he will really help me, thought Vasya. He turned on the flashlight and pointed it at the monster that was peeking out from behind the curtain. And a miracle happened, just magic! The monster turned into a flower that grew on their windowsill.

Yep, I'm scared!!! Vasya shouted. - Get it!!! And the beam of the lantern darted under the bed. And then another monster turned into slippers. The battle with the monsters did not last long, they all disappeared. The flashlight really turned out to be magical. Vasya fell into a peaceful sleep.

When morning came, Vasya ran up to his father and grandfather and said to them:

Thank you very much for the magic flashlight. He really helped me. The boy was happy, he conquered his fear. So Vasya made new friends: confidence and courage. And his enemy, the fear of the dark, was gone forever.

Storytelling with children:

1. Tell us briefly what is this fairy tale about?

2. What is the name of the main character?

3.Where and with whom does the boy live?

4. What was the boy afraid of?

5. Who helped Vasya?

6. How did Vasya defeat his enemy?

7. What kind of friends did the boy have?

8. Has this happened to you?

9. Who helped you and how?

10. What would you like to take from this fairy tale?

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Old street lamp by Hans Christian Andersen

A good tale about an oil lantern that faithfully served the city. And now it's time for him to retire. He is sad about this, but time cannot be stopped. The stars noticed the lantern and endowed him with the ability to show those he loves everything he remembered and saw. The old lantern escaped being melted down, the lamplighter took him in and settled him in his house ...

Old street lamp read

Have you heard the story about the old street lamp? It’s not that it’s so entertaining, but it doesn’t hurt to listen to her once. So, there was a kind of respectable old street lamp; he faithfully served for many, many years and finally had to retire.

Last evening the lantern hung on its pole, illuminating the street, and in his soul he felt like an old ballerina who performs on stage for the last time and knows that tomorrow she will be forgotten by everyone in her closet.

Tomorrow frightened the old campaigner: he had to appear for the first time at the town hall and appear before the "thirty-six city fathers" who would decide whether he was still fit for service or not. Perhaps it will still be sent to light some bridge or sent to the province to some factory, or perhaps it will simply be handed over to the smelter, and then anything can come of it. And now he was tormented by the thought: will he retain the memory that he was once a street lamp. One way or another, he knew that in any case he would have to part with the night watchman and his wife, who became like family to him. Both of them - both the lantern and the watchman - entered the service at the same time. The watchman's wife then aimed high and, passing by the lantern, honored him with a glance only in the evenings, and never during the day. In recent years, when all three - the watchman, and his wife, and the lantern - grew old, she also began to look after the lantern, clean the lamp and pour blubber into it. Honest people were these old men, they never cheated the lantern even a bit.

So, he shone in the street for the last evening, and in the morning he had to go to the town hall. These gloomy thoughts did not give him rest, and it is not surprising that he burned unimportantly. However, other thoughts flashed through his mind; he saw a lot, he had a chance to shed light on a lot, perhaps he was not inferior in this to all the "thirty-six fathers of the city." But he was silent about this. After all, he was a respectable old lantern and did not want to offend anyone, and even more so his superiors.

In the meantime, he remembered many things, and from time to time his flame flared up, as it were, from such thoughts:

“Yes, and someone will remember me! At least that handsome young man ... Many years have passed since then. He came up to me with a letter in his hand. The letter was on pink paper, thin, thin, with a gold edge, and written in a graceful woman's hand. He read it twice, kissed it, and looked up at me with shining eyes. “I am the happiest person in the world!” they said. Yes, only he and I knew what his beloved had written in her first letter.

I remember other eyes too... It's amazing how thoughts jump! A magnificent funeral procession moved along our street. On a wagon upholstered in velvet, a beautiful young woman was carried in a coffin. How many wreaths and flowers! And there were so many torches that they completely eclipsed my light. The sidewalks were filled with people seeing off the coffin. But when the torches were out of sight, I looked around and saw a man who was standing at my post and crying. “I will never forget the look of his mournful eyes looking at me!”

And a lot of other things the old street lamp remembered that last evening. The sentry, who is being replaced from the post, at least knows who will take his place, and can exchange a few words with his comrade. And the lantern did not know who would replace him, and could not tell either about the rain and bad weather, or about how the moon illuminates the sidewalk and from which direction the wind blows.

At that time, three candidates for the vacant seat appeared on the bridge over the gutter, believing that the appointment to the post depended on the lantern itself. The first was a herring head that glowed in the dark; she believed that her appearance on the pole would significantly reduce the consumption of blubber. The second was rotten, which also glowed and, according to her, even brighter than dried cod; besides, she considered herself the last remnant of the entire forest. The third candidate was a firefly; where it came from, the lantern could not understand in any way, but nevertheless the firefly was there and also glowed, although the herring head and the rotten one swore that it only shined from time to time, and therefore did not count.

The old lantern said that none of them shined so brightly as to serve as a street lamp, but, of course, they did not believe him. And having learned that the appointment to the post did not depend on him at all, all three expressed deep satisfaction - he was too old to make the right choice.

At that moment, a wind blew up from around the corner and whispered to the lantern under the cap:

What's happened? They say you're retiring tomorrow? And I see you here for the last time? Well, here's a present for you from me. I will ventilate your cranium, and you will not only clearly and distinctly remember everything that you saw and heard yourself, but also see as in reality everything that will be told or read in front of you. What a fresh head you will have!

I don't know how to thank you! said the old lantern. - If only not to get into the smelter!

It's still a long way off," replied the wind. - Well, now I'll check your memory. If you received many such gifts, you would have a pleasant old age.

If only not to fall into the smelter! repeated the lantern. “Or maybe you can save my memory in this case too?” "Be reasonable, old lantern!" - said the wind and blew.

At that moment the moon peeped out.

What will you give? asked the wind.

Nothing, replied the moon. - I'm at a disadvantage, besides, the lights never shine for me, I'm always for them.

And the month again hid behind the clouds - he did not want to be bothered. Suddenly a drop fell on the iron cap of the lantern. She seemed to roll

climbed from the roof, but the drop said that it fell from gray clouds, and also - as a gift, perhaps even the best.

I will carve you, - said the drop, - so that you will be able to turn into rust and crumble to dust on any night you wish.

To the lantern this gift seemed bad, to the wind too.

Who will give more? Who will give more? he murmured with all his might.

And at that very moment a star rolled down from the sky, leaving behind a long luminous trail.

What's this? cried the herring head. - No way, a star fell from the sky? And it seems, right on the lantern. Well, if such high-ranking persons are coveting this position, we can only take our bows and get out.

So all three did. And the old lantern suddenly flashed especially brightly.

A venerable thought, said the wind. “But you probably don’t know that a wax candle is supposed to go with this gift. You won't be able to show anything to anyone if you don't have a wax candle burning inside you. That's what the stars didn't think about. And you, and everything that glows, they take for wax candles. Well, now I'm tired, it's time to lie down, - said the wind and subsided.

The next morning ... no, in a day we'd better jump - the next evening the lantern was in the armchair, and who had it? At the old night watchman. For his long faithful service, the old man asked the "thirty-six city fathers" for an old street lamp. They laughed at him, but they gave him the lantern. And now the lantern was lying in an armchair near the warm stove, and it seemed as if it had grown from this - it occupied almost the entire armchair. The old men were already sitting at supper and looking affectionately at the old lantern: they would gladly put it with them at least at the table.

True, they lived in a basement, several cubits underground, and to get into their closet, one had to go through a brick-paved hallway, but in the closet itself it was warm and cozy. The doors were lined with felt, the bed was hidden behind a canopy, curtains hung from the windows, and two outlandish flower pots stood on the windowsills. They were brought by a Christian sailor from either the East Indies or the West Indies. These were clay elephants with a recess in the place of the back, into which earth was poured. In one elephant, a wonderful leek grew - it was the old people's garden, in the other geraniums bloomed magnificently - it was their garden. On the wall hung a large oil painting depicting the Congress of Vienna, which was attended by all the emperors and kings at once. An old clock with heavy lead weights ticked incessantly and always ran ahead, but it was better than if it fell behind, the old people said.

So, now they were having dinner, and the old street lamp lay, as said above, in an armchair near a warm stove, and it seemed to him as if the whole world had turned upside down. But then the old watchman looked at him and began to recall everything that they happened to go through together in rain and in bad weather, on clear, short summer nights and in snow blizzards, when one is drawn to the basement - and the old lantern seemed to wake up and see everything it's like reality.

Yes, the wind blew it nicely!

The old men were hardworking and inquisitive people, not a single hour was wasted with them in vain. On Sunday afternoons, a book would appear on the table, most often a description of a journey, and the old man would read aloud about Africa, about its vast forests and wild elephants that roam free. The old woman listened and looked at the clay elephants that served as flower pots.

I imagine! she said.

And the lantern so much wanted a wax candle to burn in it - then the old woman, like himself, would see everything in reality: tall trees with intertwining dense branches, and naked black people on horseback, and whole herds of elephants trampling the reeds with their thick legs and shrub.

What use is my ability if there is no wax candle? sighed the lantern. - The old people have only blubber and tallow candles, but this is not enough.

But in the basement there was a whole bunch of wax stubs. The long ones were used for lighting, and the old woman waxed the thread with short ones when she sewed. The old men now had wax candles, but it never occurred to them to insert at least one stub into the lantern.

The lantern, always clean and tidy, stood in the corner, in the most visible place. True, people called it old rubbish, but the old people let such words go past their ears - they loved the old lantern.

One day, on the birthday of the old watchman, the old woman went up to the lantern, smiled and said:

Now we will light an illumination in his honor!

The lantern rattled its cap with joy. “Finally, it dawned on them!” he thought.

But he got the blubber again, and not the wax candle. He burned all evening and now knew that the gift of the stars - the most wonderful gift - would never be useful to him in this life.

And then the lantern dreamed - with such abilities it is not surprising to dream - as if the old people had died, and he himself was melted down. And he was terrified, as at the time when he was to appear at the town hall for a review of the "thirty-six fathers of the city." And although he has the ability to crumble into rust and dust at will, he did not do this, but fell into a smelting furnace and turned into a wonderful iron candlestick in the form of an angel with a bouquet in his hand. A wax candle was inserted into the bouquet, and the candlestick took its place on the green cloth of the desk. The room is very cozy; all the shelves are filled with books, the walls are hung with magnificent paintings. The poet lives here, and everything he thinks and writes about unfolds before him, as in a panorama. The room becomes either a dense dark forest, or meadows illuminated by the sun, through which a stork walks, or the deck of a ship sailing on a stormy sea ...

Oh, what abilities are hidden in me! - said the old lantern, waking up from his dreams. - Really, I even want to get into the smelter. However, no! As long as the old people are alive, it is not necessary. They love me for who I am, for them I am like a son. They clean me, fill me with blubber, and I am no worse here than all these high-ranking persons at the congress.

Since then, the old street lamp has found peace of mind - and he deserves it.

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Children in costumes come in to the music and sit on chairs. (Audio recording of calm music)

Leading: Story, fairy tale - joke

Telling her is not a joke

What would fairy tale first,

Sounded like a river

So that in the middle all the people -

Her mouth opened wide,

So that by the end both old and small

She didn't fall asleep.

And so that we do not fall asleep

Let's have fun playing.

Bird 1: Oh guys, ta-ra-ra

There is a mountain on the mountain

And on that mountain there is an oak tree

And on the oak funnel

Raven in red boots

With gilded earrings.

Black raven on oak

He plays trumpet!

(Birds are chirping)

Bird 2: - Listen to the inhabitants of the glorious forest! This news is interesting for you! Holiday today! Big holiday, Sunny holiday, cheerful, big!

Beasts: Where will the holiday be?

birds together: Under the oak under the old one. Everyone is welcome, both adults and children. So hurry up, hurry up there. We're flying away. Hello gentlemen! (Flies to chairs)

The fairy tale begins, Gnome appears,

He walked in the forest in the evening and bright red flashlight.

(Gnome comes out to the music.)

The gnome is very small, but remote!

Smiling playfully, smart, kind and beautiful!

Flashlight red, with a spark.

It shines at night, it shines during the day!

Dwarf:

Late evening is not terrible, it’s not dark at all for me

In the forest in the sky the stars, flashlight light.

The dwarf went out into the clearing, and the animals met him.

Dwarf: Hello, who are you?

Sunshine, sunshine

Look out soon!

Sunshine, sunshine

Let's gather friends!

Hare 1: I am a Hare, a forest animal,

In a gray coat I am in the spring.

Hare 2: I am white in winter.

I carry vegetables from the ridges,

Hare 3: And we do not need to be afraid ...

We, the guests of the hare, are glad ...

Hares: Can't live without friends

Everyone knows about it.

Only true friends

Help in life!

(Hares take tambourines.)

Look at us.

We are musicians now.

They took the tambourine in their hands.

They played loudly. (play tambourines to music)

Dwarf: Thank you bunnies for your music.

Frog 1: And we are the Frogs.

Pranksters, chuckles.

Frog 2: We live in a swamp.

Our kitty is there find.

frogs together: We will be friends with you!

Let's value friendship!

Dwarf: Who are you redheads beauties?

I love your fluffy tails!

Squirrels: I'm a quick forest animal.

My tail is like a pretzel!

I'm jumping through the trees.

Nuts, bumps I'm looking for.

Dwarf: Who are you, gray friend?

Long ... you have a ponytail ...

mouse: I am a gray little animal.

I drag a spikelet from the field.

There is my pantry in the mink.

Everything is neatly laid out there.

All I need in reserve!

(The gnome approaches the hedgehog, tries to touch)

Hedgehog: Be careful baby!

I'm a hedgehog, not a mouse!

I am a prickly beast of the forest,

Don't chase after me.

Dwarf: who are you, redhead gorgeous?

I like your smile!

Fox: I am a red fox-tail!

Come closer to me...

I'm smart, I'm smart!

I'm like this - alone! (dances to music)

Wolf: I am a predatory wolf, a forest beast.

Don't stand in my way!

Dwarf: I will be friends with you ...

I will value friendship.

(To the bear) Oh what a big beast you are!

Tell me quickly, who are you?

Bear: And I'm a bear - couch potato!

I am a very nice Bear,

In the forest, I am the most important.

I do not walk in the forest in vain -

I keep order.

Hare 1: And I'm afraid of everything in the forest and I'm shaking with fear!

Hare 2: But here, behind the tree, is our house, I hide from the fox in it. (shows)

Dwarf: Hey, animals, who was making noise, I didn’t have time to see!

Beasts:

We don't like to play in the dark

hang up birch tree lantern,

The good Dwarf took pity on them. Hung on a birch branch red flashlight, and he himself went to his house in the thicket of the forest. (The dwarf hangs a flashlight on a tree and leaves)

And here Oyka - a capricious person is walking along the path.

One day, Oika, a capricious woman, went for a walk in the forest.

(Comes out to the music of Oika)

Oika:

Oh what flashlight red, shines brightly, oh, how cool!

If I like this, I'll take it home.

Took Oika red flashlight, wrapped in a scarf and carried away.

Animals came out into the clearing and do not believe their eyes.

Beasts:

Where our red flashlight,

Who took it from us (crying)

The wise Forest Birds flew in and began to persuade them.

birds together:

You little animals, don't be sad

Wipe your tears with your paws

I AM I will find your flashlight,

I promise I'll help.

(Animals sit on stumps)

birds together:

Masha, hello!

Animals are upset in the forest, their flashlight disappeared somewhere.

Masha:

I did not see flashlight,

ask oyku, she knows.

The wise Forest Bird flew to Oika, the capricious. He sees that Oika is on the table red lantern stands, glows.

Bird 1:

Oika, hello! How are you?

Where you took a flashlight?

Oika: Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! My flashlight!

Bird 2:

The good gnome came, and gave a red flashlight to the animals.

Oika: No, it's mine flashlight! This flashlight other!

Bird 1:

Oh, tell the truth I consider: one two Three!

Dwarf told the one who lies, the flashlight burns the pen!

(Oika imitates fear)

Oika:

Oh sorry! Oh sorry! Here your flashlight, take it! (gives flashlight)

Now Oika will also know not to take other people's things!

Carried by Forest Bird red flashlight into the forest and again hung it on a birch.

(The bird hangs tree lantern)

(The animals run out.)

Beasts:

How this light warms, it is close to us, it is not far away.

And how light it is in our forest, start a merry dance!

EVERYONE IS DANCING

Leading:

The story has come to an end!

And who listened well done!

friendship fairy tale helped,

Friendship gets along well.

You guys are all friends!

Cherish your friendship!

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The thirtieth of December began somehow not in a festive way: with a dull overcast dawn. And the Christmas tree was not yet in its usual place in the corner by the window - my mother promised to buy it on the way home from work. Leaving, at the door she habitually turned around: “And comb your hair, Lelya!” - Everything as usual. Having twisted a little at the mirror - a snub nose, black eyes and tangled hair (try it, comb it!) - Lelya. yawning, turned on the TV and saw nothing, the image hung again. A muffled rumbling came from the kitchen, and the floor trembled slightly ... after all, Someone lives there, in the refrigerator! When mom is at home, He hides, but now, it’s worth opening the refrigerator ... no! No need to open! And yes, I don't want to eat. Nearly.

Twilight in the corners, and darkness under the tablecloth. If you look closely for a long time, it begins to seem that they are looking from there ... and moving! Trying not to turn her back to the table, Lelya sat sideways by the window. Putting her elbows on the windowsill, and her chin on her fists, she began to examine the winter yard. Nothing happened there: the snow was falling, the cars were already hiding under the snow caps, and the playground was covered with snow. Babman's cat Alice appeared from under the last car and went to the entrance, squeamishly shaking off her black paws from the snow. If only my mother would let me have a cat! "What a cat with your allergies!" She has one answer.

Other children already have Christmas trees! For some reason, Lele thought with resentment. On the Christmas trees, the garlands are blinking, and it's so great to dream about the gifts that will be found on New Year's morning under the branches hung with balls. Outside the window, in the meantime, the wind blew, blizzard, and a passer-by appeared from the side of the playground. Lelya took a closer look: a funny hat, a red jacket... and a walk so familiar... At that moment, as if sensing Lelin's gaze, he raised his head and waved his hand.

Grandfather Svetozariy! Grandfather! Lelya jumped up and rushed into the corridor, throwing on her jacket as she walked and dropping her slippers. The lock clicked, darkness on the landing, and at another time this would have stopped Lelya ... but now, not noticing anything, she poured down the stairs, almost knocking a hunched stranger in a low hood down. She excused herself and ran on.

Well, that's how you can live in this country! - the stranger looked angrily after Lele. - There is no civilization, there is no fear ...

So muttering, he went to the switchboard in the stairwell and, looking around, whistled softly. Immediately, the darkness at the shield thickened, and, leaking through the gap, a ghostly silhouette wove.

Are you the Corridor Scarecrow, or what? – the stranger had a frosty creaky voice.

Who else... Pan Morok, have you brought the debt for November?

What?! Morok barked, but “shh!” - pressed her finger to the lips of the Scarecrow - and he continued already in a whistling whisper. - What debt? You do nothing - why is the light not on only on the landing of the fifth floor?

Good deed: cut off the sensors! said the Scarecrow grumpily. - And if the sensors are on us, on the undead, and do not react at all, how do you know if they work? In general, we have long needed milk ...

At that moment, a light bulb on the floor below came on, and animated voices were heard. The Corridor Scarecrow immediately leaked back into the switchboard, and Morok silently tiptoed up to the floor above and stopped, listening.

And why is the light not on on your floor? - it was the grandfather and granddaughter who came to the door. - Probably, the sensor is not working, we should look ... do you have a screwdriver at home?

Yes, we have a problem with light bulbs in the house, - Lelya joyfully unlocked the door. - Everyone burns out at once, my mother speaks Chinese because ...

And I brought a garland to your Christmas tree.

Mom only in the evening ...

The lock clicked in the deri, and while Lelya was dumping all the latest news on her grandfather in the hallway, Morok gathered all the Scarecrows of the Apartment entrance on the landing, deserted at that time, on the ninth floor. They all had the same face, as if woven from smoke: in gray downy shawls, in gray down jackets and in floor-length mouse dresses.

And our working conditions are harmful, - the Scarecrow from Lelya's apartment was booming. We work in dust and dampness. We are entitled to milk for harmfulness!

Yes, yes ... milk, - the rest of the Scarecrows rustled. - And then - the debt ...

At these words, Morok suddenly squared his shoulders and pushed his glasses to his forehead. Immediately an amazing thing happened - he became twice as tall, and, meeting his gaze, the Scarecrows immediately fell silent.

Lighthouse is here. In the thirteenth apartment. And you tell me about milk!

And now what do we do? - Scarecrows whispered.

Work girls. Work! He glanced around at the crowd. “Lightlight has come and gone. And what are our tasks here? Please note: it is worth the children to lose the fear, to get together - and forgive, goodbye darkness! Goodbye darkness. New Year is on the nose - garlands, fires and firecrackers will be lit. And then spring will come at all, summer - wait for the uninterrupted sun ... almost (The Scarecrows shuddered). What do you think we'll be left with? Only we, and only now, can stop this!

What are we? We understand, said the Scarecrows. We do what we can...

***
They sat in the kitchen at the table on stools and dangled their legs - grandfather and granddaughter. Next to grandfather Lele was always easy and joyful: short, ruddy, with a gray beard, he seemed to glow from the inside, and it was impossible to suppress a smile looking at him. With him, even the refrigerator was silent, as if it had taken water into the freezer.

So you're home alone...

So mom is at work. And there is quarantine at school, - Lelya leaned confidentially to her grandfather. - And one scary, grandfather!

Why "one"? I saw a girl in the window on the third floor. And on the second - a boy.

The girl is Katya, she studies in a parallel class. And the boy is Anton. Mom says he is disabled. Does not go.

Well? And why are you apart?

So ... - Lelya was confused. She sat with her head tilted to one side, and drew intricate patterns on the tablecloth. - Nobody walks ... and it's scary to go to visit, there is always no light on the stairs.

Yes! About the world! Let's go to the site, let's see what you have there.

On the landing, grandfather put a stool to the shield, but Lelya did not close the front door so that it would be brighter. Rising, grandfather opened the door, took a flashlight from his pocket, shook it vigorously and shone it. From the sharp bluish light, the darkness seemed to be torn to shreds, scattered in the corners. The grandfather chuckled and glanced at his granddaughter.

Are you talking about lighting fixtures?

Umgu, - Lelya smacked, with her grandfather's candy behind her cheek. Because China.

Maybe, maybe ... - the grandfather began to wield a screwdriver and soon the site was lit up.

It will burn out, - Lelya grimaced skeptically.

Let's see, - the grandfather was optimistic.

Returning to the apartment, the grandfather got ready, and Lelya hung on his sleeve: “don’t leave, grandfather!”

I'll be back soon, granddaughter. And now here's the thing: I understand you're scared. But I will help you, - the grandfather took out a flashlight from his pocket. - Take it. He will never burn out. You just need to believe that it will light up, but shake it well. With him, you can not be afraid of any fears - I tell you for sure. And make friends with Anton and Katya, then every day will be a holiday for you. Yes! And comb your hair, Lelya!

***
"Alone again!" Lelya sighed, waving to her grandfather from the window. Putting her hands behind her back, she went to the kitchen, singing under her breath her mother’s favorite song “My barefoot childhood remembers ...”, when a refrigerator suddenly jumped in the corner. Screeching, she rushed into the hallway, grabbed her grandfather's flashlight and pointed it at the aggressively growling monster. But no matter how much she pressed the button, the flashlight did not light up.

Squishing her nose, she sat down on the sofa and twisted her grandfather's gift in her hands. It was heavy, old, and covered in silvery paint that had peeled off in places. Opening the lid, I did not find a battery in the flashlight ... moreover, it looked like there was not even a light bulb! What is this grandfather Svetozariy - laughed like that? And then, as if something blinked under the table, and as if someone giggled. “Oh, you! ...” - Lelya jumped up and, violently shaking the flashlight, shouted - “burn!” Immediately, a blue light flashed, dispelling the darkness under the table.

The window between the fourth and fifth floors was broken and temporarily covered with plywood. As soon as Lelya ran down the stairs, the light behind her went out. In the ensuing darkness, she suddenly realized that she had forgotten to take a flashlight. The very first desire was to return... but the darkness behind me breathed cold, and it clearly seemed that, turning around, you would see this! Lely's breath caught, she cautiously took a few more steps down ... when a flight below she saw the stooped figure of a long-standing stranger in a hood. She froze, thinking: what if he was angry with her for pushing her. Such a terrible one! And then Lelya, still not breathing and pulling her head into her shoulders, began to back away. Behind her, someone sighed and stomped softly, each next step became more and more difficult ... but then a light flashed on the landing behind her, and immediately all sounds subsided. "Thank you grandfather!" Lelya turned and rushed to her door.

Of course, first she would have closed the door tightly, and not a foot before the arrival of her mother! But now, having such help, and having coped with domestic fears, Lelya did not want to give up so easily. Firmly clutching a glowing flashlight in her hand, illuminating all the dark corners, she went down to the third floor and, standing on tiptoe, resolutely pressed the bell. The door opened cautiously: “Lelya?!” Katya was surprised at Lely's visit, but she seemed to be even more delighted. The Christmas tree was already standing by her, and the garland on it was blinking; not only that - even the refrigerator was new and did not growl at all ... but all the same, it was clear from everything that Katya alone was scared.

Lelya walked into the hall in a businesslike way, saw a table without a tablecloth and asked in a confidential whisper: “Where is fear hiding?” It turned out - in the pantry. “Someone moves there all the time,” Katya made her round eyes. “And I have a magic flashlight! With him, you can not be afraid of any fears! "- boasted Lelya. But Katya was an excellent student with blue eyes behind thick glasses. Therefore, having examined the flashlight, she authoritatively stated that this “scrap metal” cannot shine! Lelya smiled and commanded to open the pantry door. "Burn!" - Lelya shook her flashlight, and the blue light, breaking the darkness, illuminated the rows of cans under the lids on the shelves. “See, there is no one! And with a flashlight, there is no one to be afraid of! Katya's eyes got even bigger behind the glasses, and she asked to let her shine too ... but for some reason, her flashlight did not light up. "You don't have enough faith!" - authoritatively put an excellent student in the place of Lelya.

The mood of the girls became more and more festive. Near the Christmas tree, I wanted to dream about New Year's gifts, and the girls shared the contents of the letters to Santa Claus: Lelya asked for a big talking doll, and Katya - a pink castle with musical gates. Meanwhile, it became lighter in the apartment, and the snow stopped falling outside the window. "Listen, Katya ... let's go build a snowman, huh?" - Lelya suggested, dying from her own courage. It was clear that Katya wanted the same, but - “so mom doesn’t allow you to walk alone?” “And he doesn’t allow me ... but now there are two of us. Even three! Lelya nodded at the flashlight, and the girls laughed.

It was light and frosty outside, and it seemed that the air smelled of tangerines - nothing surprising, the New Year was ahead. It was not possible to make a snowman, dry snow crumbled in his hands. And the snowballs that they threw at each other also crumbled, and it was even more fun that way. Blushing and laughing, the girls fell back into the snow, pretending to be snow angels ... when they saw a smiling boy in the window of the second floor. "Anton!" - looked at each other, jumped up and began to wave their hands under his window. Then "we - to you?" Lelya gestured, and Anton nodded so fervently that his head almost fell off.

In his apartment it was not at all sad, as one might assume. Anton was thin, freckled and very funny. When the girls' eyes lit up at the sight of his wheelchair, he commanded to help him get into the chair, and allowed the girls to ride. Nothing worked out for them at first, the stroller kept bumping into the table and walls, causing outbursts of laughter. Then Lelya remembered the flashlight and suggested that Anton deal with his fears, but he only waved his hand, “what fears now!”

Anton's Christmas tree was already standing near the window, and the girls admired: how beautiful it is! Only there were no garlands. Then Lelya slapped herself on the forehead - “wait a minute!” - and, grabbing a flashlight, flew up to her fifth and returned with a garland presented by her grandfather. When the garland was hung on the Christmas tree and connected, I immediately wanted to dance, but the old clock on the wall struck: it was already five! Now the parents will come, it's time to go home.

They put Anton in a carriage and promised to come to him tomorrow - their mother's Napoleon cake would be waiting for them.

By evening, the clouds had gone, and bright stars looked from the sky to the New Year's land. They could see vague shadows dragging across the deep snow past the playground. In front, pulling down his hood, Morok walked, followed by the Scarecrows, bogging down, showering him with reproaches.

What, then, that Lightozarius left - and his lantern? ..

How she waved to them! I'm covered in bruises!

And I have completely developed night blindness: now, I don’t see anything ...

And in general, Sir Morok, you give unrealistic tasks. This is ... like his ... voluntarism!

Quiet! Morok suddenly commanded, and the procession stopped. - Look at that house!

In front of them, behind the white trees, garlands were winking in the windows of a nine-story building ... and suddenly the light went out in all its windows.

I had to tinker with an electrician, but the result is obvious! We still have time: there are twelve girls and eight boys in the house - go ahead!

For some reason, the TV worked with my mother. The Christmas tree was brought, as promised, my mother installed it and began to decorate, Lelya served balls, and both sang along to the bald uncle on TV “My childhood is barefoot ...” Suddenly, a cracker fell from my mother - she stood and looked at the windowsill. Lelya looked around: there was a flashlight on the windowsill.

Where did you get it from? – have mother was strange voice. - I lost this flashlight in my childhood ...

Grandfather Svetozar brought! He, you know...

Elizar, Lelya. That was my grandfather's name...

But after all, grandfather works at the Light Factory, mom, because Svetozariy ...

Lighting factory. Have worked. Lelya! You are already a big girl and you should understand: grandfather is not with us. He passed away when you were little.

Outside the window, on the sparkling snow, you could see the reflections of a cheerful garland from the second floor, and Lelya smiled, “Oh no! He promised to come soon, so he will come!

Reviews

Hello, Alexander!
Thank you so much for a wonderful story!
You are so sensitive to children!
I immediately remembered my childhood fears. When a little man is left face to face with the world, even if it is familiar, at home, the protective circle seems to open. In all corners, the frighteningly unknown is imagined, from every unfamiliar rustle and knock, the heart beats restlessly. And the hands of the clock slowly weave along the dial.
Very colorful heroines Corridor Scarecrows.
“They all had the same face, as if woven from smoke: in gray downy shawls, in gray down jackets and in floor-length mouse dresses.” . The smell of old attic dust immediately hung in the air.
And grandfather Svetozariy is beyond praise!
Great!!!

Best regards and best wishes for creative inspiration!

In ancient times there was a beautiful country of Fairies and gnomes. You already know that kind, smart, skillful and talented people lived in it.

Every evening, magic lights were lit in their houses, which gave light and warmth.

And nearby, nearby was a dark country.


And they wanted to destroy the land of fairies by various evil witches. But all the fairies and their dwarf friends were so kind and sincere that no evil desires could enter their country.

Once, a sorceress, flying over the country of fairies, said - let the first evil desire of any fairy who lives in this country be fulfilled.

At this time, in one wonderful house, a little fairy looked into the stove.

She loved the flames so much.

She held out her hand, but the flames burned her

Ay, - the fairy exclaimed, and stamped her foot. What a bad fire! Let it go out!

Great wish! - the evil witch rejoiced

And in the whole country of fairies, the lights began to go out, which gave light at night and warmed in winter.
(and the lights in the windows of the fairy houses slowly go out)

The fairies flew out of their homes and wondered what had happened.
And the little Fairy realized that her angry wish had come true. She burst into tears and told what happened
And then the oldest, wisest fairy said
Our trouble can be helped. We need to find kind and sincere people who are ready to help us. If they make lanterns and light our country with them, we will have fire again.

Little Fairy flew to a village, and people helped her.
And since then, in memory of the fact that any desires must be made with both head and heart, people began to celebrate the holiday of Fonraiks.
Lanterns that shine and give us joy and beauty.

And now we will make lanterns and save our little country of Fairies and Gnomes.

A fairy tale is quickly felt, but things are not done quickly.