Christopher tossed and turned from side to side, trying to somehow lie down on the hard mattress, which constantly slipped from the old, half-rotten wooden bed. He needed to sleep, because tomorrow morning he would have to run with his father to the miller for fish and give him grain for flour. Realizing that he would still not be able to fall asleep, the boy, sighing heavily, quietly slipped off the bed and, trying to step on the creaking floorboards as carefully as possible, left the room. Looking furtively around, Christopher tiptoed past his parents' room, trying not to even breathe. If mom hears him, then the beatings cannot be avoided. Of course, Chris is still small, he should not walk at night. At night he must sleep. But, as soon as goose feathers run to the market to sell, or to the same miller, it is already big. Adults, and especially parents, are very strange creatures. How can a person be big and small at the same time? Taking a deep breath, the boy stepped outside. Breathing in the cool, refreshing night air that was pleasantly caressing his skin, Chris looked up at the sky. How bright they are! It makes me want to fly to them. Admiring the heavenly beauty, the boy recalled the tales of old Roshi, the healer. She said that the stars are created by a magician for star dust. He grows them in the sky, and then, with the help of fairies, he collects them and grinds them, as a miller grinds grain into flour. Chris understood that Rosha was making everything up, but how wonderful it would be if it were true! Glancing back at the black gaps in the windows of the house, the boy paused for a second in indecision, and then ran at a light trot towards a large tree in the main square. It makes the stars even closer and brighter. Christopher was very fond of the night sky. There was so much mysterious charm in it, which beckoned to itself. Some of the stars winked at the boy. The sky seemed to speak to him. Oh, how nice it would be to have wings and soar up there! Fly among the silent beauties, look into their radiance, try to find out what they whisper among themselves. In his thoughts, Chris did not notice how he ran to the tree. But on its thick branches it was already busy. At the very top, with his feet hanging down from funny slippers with buboes, sat a funny old man in a blue robe, and in his hand he held a cap studded with stars. Noticing Christopher, the old man was surprised. - Boy, why are you not sleeping? – the old man asked with a funny frown, thick eyebrows, trying to make his face look as severe as possible. “I don’t want to sleep, so I decided to look at the stars,” Chris answered, staring with all his eyes at the strange long pipe lying on the lap of the night guest, which the boy did not notice right away. - Oh, you liked my telescope? - changing his anger to mercy, the old man asked, seeing the boy's genuine interest. - What is it for? - He needs to observe the stars. Do you want to see? Then get in here. - Of course I want! Chris exclaimed, climbing the branches of the tree quickly and deftly. Sitting next to the old man, the boy received a strange pipe in his hands. “Look right here, and direct this end to the stars,” the old man explained to the boy. Chris, having fulfilled his requirements, froze, fascinated, admiring the beauty of the stars. He seemed to be right next to them. Fluffy rays shimmered with all shades of gold, blue, silver. There was a feeling that just reach out your hand and you can stroke them. Involuntarily, Chris did reach out his hand, but he couldn't feel anything but air. The old man laughed. - Come on, boy! It's a telescope! It only helps to see closer! "But I've never seen a telescope, and I don't know how to use it." And you immediately laugh! Shame on you? You could explain how to use it,” Chris pouted. - Oh, forgive the old fool. Indeed, you are right. It is not good to laugh at ignorance. He needs to be treated. - Treat? But as? Chris asked in surprise. “Knowledge,” the old man said with a meaningful air. “If you want, I can teach you. - Want! I'm ready to learn right now! the boy exclaimed with enthusiasm. - Now you will go home and go to bed, but tomorrow, before the first star, we will meet near this tree and I will start teaching you. In the meantime, get off and go home, otherwise your parents will notice your absence. Remembering his sleeping mother, Christopher returned the telescope to a new acquaintance, got down and, saying goodbye, ran home. There was an anticipatory smile on his face, and his eyes burned with happiness and a desire to learn more about the stars.

Have you ever wondered how many stars are in the sky? Or would you like to count them? The starry sky is a big mystery that has long attracted adults and children with unusual bright lights and interesting phenomena. But it turns out that the way we see it is just a beautiful wrapper, but in fact there is a whole starry world with its own stories, adventures and other interesting events. What exactly? Our fairy tale about the Bear and the North Star will tell about this. So make yourself comfortable.

An unusual star world or a fairy tale about the North Star and her friends

Since ancient times, many small bright stars have been living in the sky, which are perhaps the most beautiful creatures in the whole world. Their shining clothes are a real opportunity for pride, because they even attract people - strange creatures living on one of the planets. Why strange? Yes, because the stars could not understand their way of life: they were always in a hurry somewhere, not even knowing the way, exposing themselves to the danger of getting lost, rarely thought about what the world really is and what their purpose is. Worries, worries and worries. And so their life passed on one of the most picturesque planets of the Universe.
It was completely incomprehensible to small bright stars how it was possible to live like this, because, unlike people, they never rushed anywhere, lived measuredly and constantly thought about the high - the meaning of life, heavenly harmony and the incredible beauty of the Universe. Most of all, they were interested and fascinated by the unusual laws that led their world, which was called the Cosmos. Comets, meteorites and entire systems of planets swept through it with incredible speed, while their routes were so accurate and harmonious that they did not collide with each other. This was the celestial harmony - a very thoughtful system of rules and laws, which all celestial bodies clearly adhered to.
In their free time, the stars rejoiced in their outfits, sang star songs and even led a star dance. True, it was very different from what people understood by dance. The reason for this is simple - the stars were forbidden to move from place to place, so their movements were extremely limited. This surprised the little beauties, but they never resented or protested, realizing that this is one of the rules of heavenly harmony. In general, the habit of being indignant is also inherent only to people.


Once, during such entertainment, the Polar Star, the brightest star in the sky, began to talk about people:
Look, they got lost again.
- Who? one of her friends asked.
Yes, sailors! They swam in the wrong direction. Well, how can you go on a journey without understanding the cardinal points at all?
“Indeed,” another celestial beauty picked up her conversation, “so the Chumaks got lost. For a long time they will have to look for salt, if they find it at all.
“And if they find them, they will get lost again on the way home,” the Polar Star laughed loudly and suddenly fell silent. It seemed wrong to her to laugh at the people who lived so far below. Good for them, the stars. From above, everything is really visible. But is it just as easy to live without pointers?
The North Star was not only the brightest, but also very kind and smart. So she instantly came up with an interesting idea:
“What if we become signposts for the people?” We will show them the way. We still cannot move away from each other, so it will be easy for people to remember our individual groups and navigate in space. And for a better understanding, we will now quickly draw a map of the starry sky.
- Great idea! one of her closest neighbors supported the Polar Star. - And I also propose to come up with names for our groups. For example, Mizar, Mirak and their friends look very much like a bear to me. Why shouldn't they be called that?
“Hmm, you look like a little bear cub to me!” Mizar laughed.


- Ursa Major and Ursa Minor! - summed up the North Star, - in my opinion, it sounds great. The tale of the North Star and Ursa Minor is a good name for a new interesting story.
“Polar Star, maybe you’ll fantasize about your adventures later, and now let’s finish what we started?” Mizar interrupted her thoughts.
- Oh sure! You need to draw a map to help people.
This is how individual constellations were formed in the starry sky, and for a long time people have been accustomed to orient themselves by them. Therefore, if you do not know something, do not forget to raise your head to the sky from time to time. Little bright beauties are always ready to help.

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Good evening, my friend. Are not you asleep yet? Not?
Then quickly go to bed and listen to a fairy tale.
Do you know why the moon and stars shine in the sky at night? You do not know?
Then listen. Here is how it was.
Aunt Night always came to work on time, well, how are you in kindergarten. Never been late.
She went out into the sky, received earthly affairs from Uncle Evening, and opened her huge dark blue umbrella.
This umbrella even has a name - "night sky".
Well, what is the night sky, you, my friend, of course, know.
This is when the yellow nightlight of the moon lights up in the dark blue sky, and stars sparkle with multi-colored lights around it.
And this time it was the same as always.
Auntie Night woke up and looked at her watch. It was time to get up.
Having dressed and washed, she drank a glass of warm milk from the Milky Way, and left the house, taking her favorite umbrella with her.
Uncle Evening was about to hand over the earth shift to her.
Yes, but here it should be noted that every time, leaving the house, Auntie Night opened and examined her umbrella, whether the moon was firmly sewn on, whether all the stars were in place.
But what is it?! Now this is simply impossible to do.
The night umbrella, which always opened so easily, did not open this time.
And so, and so, poor Aunt Night tried to open her umbrella, but he, well, in no way.
What to do?!
And here is Uncle Evening is coming towards him.
- I can't, - says Auntie Night, - Evening, change you. The umbrella is damaged.
Uncle Evening examined the umbrella, and there the spokes were broken.
And then Auntie Night remembered that on the eve of the mischievous Wind, he was already frolicking a lot, chasing clouds. Here the knitting needles inadvertently damaged with their breath.
- Where can I get new needles? - Auntie Night was upset. - If I don't open my umbrella, there won't be a starry sky.
Yes, the task is not an easy one, - Uncle Evening agreed. - And you visit the mischievous Wind. He flies everywhere. Perhaps he will advise.
Auntie Night went to look for the wind.
And he's right there.
The Wind found out what had happened and was very upset. He felt ashamed for letting Aunt Night down like that, breaking the night umbrella. He began to repent, to ask for forgiveness. Yes, and advised her to turn to the Rainy Day. Like, he definitely has knitting needles for an umbrella.
Aunt Night has gone to the Rainy Day.
- Help, Rainy neighbor, - says Aunt Night. The spokes in my umbrella are broken. Maybe you can give me new knitting needles for an umbrella?
"Why not," said Rainy Day. - Of course, ladies.
Rainy Day replaced the old knitting needles in the night umbrella with new, rainy ones.
Auntie Night opened her umbrella. He looks, and the spokes touch these rain lands. And there are so many of them that you can't see the moon or the stars behind them.
Aunt Night Rainy Day thanked for her help, and she again went to look for the Wind.
And he rushes to her.
- How are you? he asks. - Helped you rainy day?
- He helped, - Aunt Night answers, - Yes, behind the rain knitting needles you can’t see a month or stars in the night sky. Need to find new needles.
Thought, thought the Wind, and says:
- And you go to the Clear Day. Perhaps he has knitting needles for your umbrella.
Aunt Night went to the Clear Day. And he's getting ready for bed.
“Help me, Clear Day,” says Auntie Night. The spokes in my umbrella are broken. Maybe you can give me new knitting needles for an umbrella?
“Why not,” Clear Day replied. - Of course, ladies.
Clear Day replaced the old knitting needles in the night umbrella with new, sunny ones.
Auntie Night opened her umbrella. He looks, and behind the bright sunny knitting needles, neither the moon nor the stars can be seen. And the umbrella, instead of dark blue, suddenly became white.
And I’ll tell you, my friend, that it was precisely for this white umbrella that people in some places called Aunt Night “white”, “white night” therefore.
The Night thanked the Clear Day, and again the Wind itself looks out.
And the wind is right there.
- How are you? he asks. – Did Clear Day help you?
- He helped, - Aunt Night answers, - Yes, behind the sunny knitting needles you can’t see a month or stars in the night sky. Need to find new needles.
And then suddenly they hear - knock-knock, knock-knock ... This is the blacksmith Grasshopper, a jack of all trades, set to work.
- What if we ask the Grasshopper to help you? - says the Wind, - Can he make new knitting needles for your umbrella?
- And the truth, - Aunt Night agreed. How did I not think of this right away?
Aunt Night went to the Grasshopper.
- Help, master blacksmith, - Aunt Night tells him. The spokes in my umbrella are broken. Can you make new knitting needles for my umbrella?
"Why not," said the Grasshopper. - Of course I will.
And the Grasshopper made new knitting needles for the night umbrella. Yes, they are better than before!
Auntie Night opened her umbrella and was delighted.
And there was much to be happy about. After all, the yellow nightlight of the moon appeared again in the dark blue sky, and the stars sparkled with multi-colored lights.
Then Aunt Night thanked Master Grasshopper for the work, and gave him a small star, like a glowing coal, for his forge.
That's it.

Today I will write a fairy tale, - said Nikita and froze, rushing into the sky ...
- A fairy tale? - Mom was surprised, - but about what ?!
-Well, how about what?! - he answered drawlingly, - about the sky ...
-Are there fairy tales about the sky?
-Of course, Mom. Well, what are you?! Look..

Once, a long time ago, when the sky was very small - it really dreamed of growing and turning into space or the universe. True, the sky did not fully understand the difference between these two words. But he was attracted by a certain immensity in the name ... he felt that it was very cool to be the universe. Mother Earth punished him all the time:
- Well, where are you in a hurry, Nebushko ?! You still have time to grow up... Look how well you live. You have everything that the sky cannot live without: a friend-sun, and girlfriends-clouds with clouds, and even brothers-stars who even at night amuse you with their radiance. What else can you wish for?!

But the sky was restless, it was waiting for dawn to think early about how amazing it is to be immense and beautiful ...
“Nebushko,” said mother affectionately, “I’ll be away for a while. I will dive to the grandmother-crator Vulcansha and to you ... Do not be bored. - The earth looked tenderly at the sky and left ...

Hmm…. – stretched the sky, – what if I look beyond the horizon?! What is there?!
And the sky began to part the air with its handles in order to find itself on the horizon, and then beyond it ... But the horizon kept running away from the sky. The sky was tired of chasing him and finally wanted to sleep. It was still early to sleep, the day on Earth was in full swing - noon. And yet, Heaven thought,
I am a small sky, then, like all babies, I am supposed to have a daytime sleep, - and finally closed my eyes ... - how dusk descended around me. People who lived on earth did not understand why it became so dark.

Meanwhile, mother-Earth consulted with her grandmother how to be: how to tell Heaven that he is the universe. That he is the ruler of the world. How to do this so that the sky does not become proud of its power, but conscientiously fulfills the powers entrusted to it by fate ...
Volcano grandmother was wisely silent ...
“Listen, daughter,” she finally said. - All the same, his power cannot be hidden from him .... We must tell. Tell him that he has been able to do everything for a long time, from birth. But all the best... From goodness, strength is added to him, the beauty of dawns and the thoughtfulness of sunsets, the power of the gods... Only by doing Good can he be called the universe...
- You know, and you're right - noticed the Earth - and I will say so.

The earth came out of the crater and was taken aback. Around - impenetrable darkness. The sky even forgot to call the moon ... People are in a hurry somewhere, in a panic.
-Sky! Wake up! What are you doing?! The earth shook loudly. - You have billions of destinies!
-How?! What? - the sky asked awake, not understanding what mom was talking about ... - I'm a small sky. What's the use of me?! I can't control fate...
-But no! Mother Earth began. – I didn’t know how to tell you, but know that from birth you have a great responsibility for the fate of the world… You already exist – the universe, the cosmos… call yourself whatever you want… for people – you are the sky! Native thoughtful sky! You can upset them or make them happy.. In the afternoon, when you fell asleep, it frightened everyone terribly. Everyone thought it was the end of the world...
-Truth?! Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't know… thanks for telling me… I'll be responsible and won't hurt people.
- God bless...
- Mom, who is this?

***
“This is such a fairy tale, mother…” Nikita finally smiled.
-Wow! - Mom was delighted, - What a fine fellow you are. Well, what is she ... he understood that ?! - I decided to check a little more of my son ...
- You're funny, Mom! About the fact that a person from birth is the universe! He can do everything!
Of course, son, of course! and she ruffled her son's blond silky hair. – and now, march to sleep! You told me a bedtime story, not I to you... grow up!

Christina Naumtseva
Fairy tale for children "Asterisk"

"Star"

High, high in the sky, where thunderclouds are born, a little star was born.

She was so beautiful that even her fellow stars admired the amazing beauty of the Star. Our beauty grew rapidly, and the older she became, the more magnificent she was.

Stars are very hardworking people. In the morning they get up, clean the sky from clouds, warm everything around with warmth, shine brightly, show the way to wanderers who have gone on a long journey. They love to work very much and always do work together.

But Zvyozdochka did not want to work, it seemed to her that she was special. And so she thought that there was no place for her with simple by the stars and decided to leave Houses:

I will go where I am appreciated and loved! - exclaimed the Star and went home.

Wait, Star! We love and appreciate you, but moms need to work hard and do good! - other Stars shouted after her, but she no longer listened to them, leaving into the distance.

How long, how short, she walked, walked and reached the edge of the sky. Asterisk stared at her reflection in the Heavenly River and accidentally fell to Earth.

She flopped very hard, and while she got up, rubbing her bruised sides, she saw people and animals crowding around her:

What is this miraculous miracle? What's the beauty? - exclaimed in the crowd.

I am real star. I fell from the sky! - explained the fallen Asterisk.

You're beautiful, Star! people admired.

From that day on, people came to admire the Zvezdochka all: people painted pictures from her, photographed Asterisk, wrote poems, odes and poems in honor of the extraordinary guest, sculpted sculptures and monuments Stars.

Now our Asterisk has become real « star» .

And so the life of a star traveler on Earth flowed. During the day, Zvezdochka was surrounded by many people, animals and even birds. And at night they dispersed, scattered and crawled into their homes, burrows and nests. BUT « star» was left all alone. She wandered through the deserted streets and roads, hoping to surprise at least someone with her beauty, but everyone was busy with their own affairs or shared this time with their friends and loved ones.

Time went on as usual and the Stars began to get used to the magnificence, because external beauty is not so valuable compared to the beauty of the internal, which is confirmed by good deeds and good deeds. Our beautiful Asterisk began to admire less and less, to visit her less and less. Yes, and the star guest is tired of being just « star» . No one became her friend, no one saw her as a person, no one expected her to help.

And so she longed for her Stars in her native sky that hot tears began to roll from her beautiful eyes.

And Zvezdochka decided to return home without fail. She gathered for a long journey, said goodbye to the people, animals and birds, and went to where Heaven meets Earth.

Asterisk walked for a day, walked for a second, and on the third day, on the slope of the day, she approached a dense forest. It was very dark in the forest, but Asterisk was bright and easily passed through the gloomy forest jungle.

Suddenly, nearby, she heard a desperate cry.

Who is crying? Star asked.

It was a little girl:

It's me! I got lost. I decided to shorten the way home from my grandparents, and I don’t know how to get home. What should I do? the girl sobbed.

I'll help you girl, don't cry. I will light your way and you will find your home! - Our Star reassured her.

Together, things work out. Less than half an hour later, the girl returned to her home.

Thank you, dear Star, I will never forget you! - the girl thanked her assistant.

And Zvezdochka was so pleased with her words that she shone even more beautifully and boldly continued on her way.

And became stellar a traveler to help everyone she met on her way.

In one town she met an unfortunate lover wandering in the night. He shed bitter tears because he had lost the ring he was carrying to his beloved. An asterisk illuminated the earth for him, and the unfortunate lover found what was lost.

In another city, she warmed the poor beggars who were chilled from the terrible cold. The little star hugged them with her warm rays, and with her kindness warmed not only the body, but also the heart.

And in the third place, passing by the house, she heard a soft cry. The Star Trek looked out the window. It was a small blond boy with frightened tearful eyes.

Why are you crying? Star asked.

I'm afraid of the dark, I'm very afraid of being alone. murmured the baby.

Let me stay with you until the morning. I'm bright, and you won't be scared.

And Zvezdochka sat up until the morning dawn with a little boy, who, having calmed down, immediately fell asleep, sniffing pleasantly.

The next morning, Star continued on her way. She now realized that the greatest happiness is to give joy to others.

And finally, she reached the place where Heaven meets Earth. Time passed towards evening.

How I would like to be with my Stars now! the traveler sighed.

And suddenly she saw the brightest and most amazing thing that she could only see in her life - Starlight. They were lovely stars. They have long been waiting for her to return home.

Forgive me, folks. - Asterisk said.

And they, of course, forgave her, because they had been waiting for the Star to return for a long time.

And Zvezdochka now began to work with all her heart, shining brightly with all her might, because now she was an adult and smart Star.

Here is our fairy tale end. And whoever listened to and read it, he really did it!