Folk and original fairy tales about monkeys

Monkeys are the main characters of children's fairy tales and stories.

Fairy tales about monkeys teach children a lot in a simple, intelligible form. They show what happens to those who have forgotten about friends, become greedy or evil. They also make you think about the need to be responsive and help those in trouble. These fabulous but instructive stories ridicule stupidity and laziness. There is no such character in Russian folk tales, because in Russia this animal was once very rare; few ordinary people knew about its existence.

Folk tales about monkeys

In the folklore of the peoples of many countries, where monkeys are the same ordinary animals as for us, for example, a hare or a bear, these funny animals appear. Most often they are shown as talkative and stupid. However, the famous fairy tale “The Liver of the Living Monkey” shows a very smart monkey who managed to outwit his enemies and save himself.

There are many fairy tales where these tailed characters are the main characters. Here are just some of them:

• “The Monkey and the Crab”, “The Monkey with the Cropped Tail”, “The Monkey King and the Magic Coin”, “The Gift of the Goddess Kannon”, “The Girl, the Loach and the Monkey” (Japan).
• "Monkey and Agouti" (Brazil).
• a cycle of 12 stories makes up the fairy tale “The Monkey King” (China).
• “Cat and Monkeys”, “Turtle and Monkeys” (Indonesia).
• "Magic Monkey" (Vietnam). "Leopard, deer and monkey" (Angola).
• "Two Monkeys", "The Monkey's Wife" (India).
• “Tales about Lola the Monkey”, “How the Fox Deceived the Hyena”, “Partridge and the Hare”, “Monkey, Python and Hare”, “Osebo Drum” and others are included in the African collection “The Box of Tales”.
• "The Crocodile and the Monkey" (Amharic Folk Tales).

About the monkey

Among the many fairy tales, it is especially fascinating to read the fairy tale “About the Monkey” by Boris Zhitkov; the love and wisdom of our people is felt in it. The story takes place in distant times or “A long time ago” as people say, but those difficulties, those obstacles and difficulties are close to our contemporaries. All heroes were “honed” by the experience of the people, who for centuries created, strengthened and transformed them, paying great and deep importance to children’s education. How clearly the superiority of the positive heroes over the negative ones is depicted, how lively and bright we see the former and the petty ones - the latter. Reading such creations in the evening, the pictures of what is happening become more vivid and rich, filled with a new range of colors and sounds. The works often use diminutive descriptions of nature, thereby making the picture presented even more intense. It is very useful when the plot is simple and, so to speak, life-like, when similar situations arise in our everyday life, this contributes to better memorization. The fairy tale “About the Monkey” by Boris Zhitkov will be fun to read online for free for both children and their parents, the kids will be happy about the good ending, and mothers and fathers will be happy for the kids!

I was twelve years old and in school. One day during recess my friend Yukhimenko came up to me and said:

- Do you want me to give you a monkey?

I didn’t believe it - I thought he was going to pull some kind of trick on me, so that sparks would fly out of my eyes, and say: this is the “monkey.” I'm not like that.

“Okay,” I say, “we know.”

“No,” he says, “really.” Live monkey. She is good. Her name is Yashka. And dad is angry.

- On whom?

- Yes, on me and Yashka. Take it away, he says, wherever you want. I think it's best for you.

After classes we went to see him. I still didn't believe it. Did I really think I would have a live monkey? And he kept asking what she was like. And Yukhimenko says:

- You'll see, don't be afraid, she's small.

Indeed, it turned out to be small. If it stands on its paws, it will be no more than half an arshin. The muzzle is wrinkled, like an old woman, and the eyes are lively and shiny. Its fur is red and its paws are black. It’s like human hands in black gloves. She was wearing a blue vest.

Yukhimenko shouted:

- Yashka, Yashka, go, whatever I'll give you!

And he put his hand in his pocket. The monkey shouted: “Ay! ah!” - and in two leaps she jumped into Yukhimenka’s arms. He immediately put it in his overcoat, in his bosom.

“Let’s go,” he says.

I couldn't believe my eyes. We walk down the street, carrying such a miracle, and no one knows what we have in our bosom.

Dear Yukhimenko told me what to feed.

- He’s eating everything, come on. Loves sweets. Candy is a disaster! If he gets his way, he will definitely overeat. He likes his tea to be liquid and sweet. You're giving her a hard time. Two pieces. Don’t give him a bite: he’ll eat the sugar and won’t drink the tea.

I listened to everything and thought: I won’t spare her even three pieces, she’s so cute, like a toy man. Then I remembered that she didn’t have a tail either.

“Did you,” I say, “cut off her tail at the very root?”

“She’s a macaque,” ​​says Yukhimenko, “they don’t grow tails.”

We arrived at our home. Mom and the girls were sitting at lunch. Yukhimenka and I walked in straight in our greatcoats.

I speak:

- Who do we have?

Everyone turned around. Yukhimenko opened his overcoat. No one had time to make out anything yet, but Yashka was about to jump from Yukhimenka onto his mother’s head; pushed with his legs and onto the buffet. I ruined my mother’s entire hairstyle.

Everyone jumped up and shouted:

- Oh, who, who is it?

And Yashka sat down on the sideboard and made faces, slurped, and bared his teeth.

Yukhimenko was afraid that they would scold him now, and quickly went to the door. They didn’t even look at him - everyone looked at the monkey. And suddenly the girls all began to sing in one voice:

- How pretty!

And mom kept fixing her hair.

- Where does it come from?

I looked back. Yukhimenka is no longer there. So, I remained the owner. And I wanted to show that I know how to handle a monkey. I put my hand in my pocket and shouted, as Yukhimenko did earlier:

- Yashka, Yashka! Go, I'll give you what!

Everyone was waiting. But Yashka didn’t even look - he began to itch slightly and often with his black little paw.

Until the evening, Yashka did not go downstairs, but jumped from top to bottom: from the sideboard to the door, from the door to the closet, and from there to the stove.

In the evening my father said:

“You can’t leave her like that overnight, she’ll turn the apartment upside down.”

And I started catching Yashka. I go to the buffet - he goes to the stove. I brushed him out of there and he jumped on the clock. The clock swayed and began to swing. And Yashka is already swinging on the curtains. From there - at the painting - the painting looked sideways - I was afraid that Yashka would throw himself at the hanging lamp.

But then everyone had already gathered and began to chase Yashka. They threw balls, spools, matches at him and finally drove him into a corner.

Yashka pressed himself against the wall, bared his teeth and clicked his tongue - he began to scare. But they covered him with a woolen scarf and wrapped him up, entangling him.

Yashka floundered and screamed, but they soon twisted him around so that only his head was left sticking out. He turned his head, blinked his eyes, and seemed like he was about to cry out of resentment.

You can't swaddle a monkey every night! Father said:

- Tie it down. For the vest and to the leg, to the table.

I brought the rope, felt the button on Yashka’s back, threaded the rope into the loop and tied it tightly. Yashka’s vest on the back was fastened with three buttons. Then I brought Yashka, wrapped up as he was, to the table, tied a rope to his leg, and only then unwound the scarf.

Wow, how he started jumping! But where can he break the rope? He screamed, got angry and sat down sadly on the floor.

I took sugar from the cupboard and gave it to Yashka. He grabbed a piece with his black paw and tucked it behind his cheek. This made his whole face twist.

I asked Yashka for a paw. He handed me his pen.

Then I noticed what pretty black nails she had on. Toy living pen! I began to stroke the paw and thought: just like a child. And tickled his palm. And the child tugs his paw - once - and hits me on the cheek. I didn’t even have time to blink, and he slapped me in the face and jumped under the table. He sat down and grinned. Here comes the baby!

But then they sent me to bed.

I wanted to tie Yashka to my bed, but they didn’t let me. I kept listening to what Yashka was doing and thought that he definitely needed to make a crib so that he could sleep like people and cover himself with a blanket. I would put my head on a pillow. I thought and thought and fell asleep.

In the morning he jumped up and, without getting dressed, went to see Yashka. There is no Yashka on the rope. There is a rope, a vest is tied to the rope, but there is no monkey. I look, all three buttons on the back are undone. It was he who unbuttoned the vest, left it on the rope, and tore himself. I search around the room. I spank with my bare feet. Nowhere. I was scared. How did you escape? I haven’t spent a day, and here you are! I looked at the cabinets, into the stove - nowhere. He ran away into the street. And it’s frosty outside—you’ll freeze, poor thing! And I myself became cold. I ran to get dressed. Suddenly I see something moving in my bed. The blanket moves. I even shuddered. Here he is! It was he who felt cold on the floor, and he ran away and onto my bed. Huddled under the blanket. But I was asleep and didn’t know. Yashka, half asleep, did not act shy, he gave himself into my hands, and I put the blue vest on him again.

When they sat down to drink tea, Yashka jumped up on the table, looked around, immediately found a sugar bowl, put his paw in and jumped on the door. He jumped so easily that he seemed to be flying without jumping. The monkey's feet had fingers like hands, and Yashka could grab with his feet. He did just that. He sits like a child, with his hands folded in someone’s arms, while he himself pulls something off the table with his foot.

He'll steal the knife and jump around with the knife. This is to be taken away from him, but he will run away. Yashka was given tea in a glass. He hugged the glass like a bucket, drank and smacked. I didn't skimp on the sugar.

When I left for school, I tied Yashka to the door, to the handle. This time I tied a rope around his waist so that he couldn’t fall off. When I came home, I saw from the hallway what Yashka was doing. He hung on the door handle and rode on the doors like on a carousel. He pushes off from the door frame and goes all the way to the wall. He pushes his foot into the wall and goes back.

When I sat down to prepare my homework, I sat Yashka on the table. He really liked to warm himself near the lamp. He dozed like an old man in the sun, swayed and, squinting, watched as I poked the pen into the ink. Our teacher was strict, and I wrote the page cleanly. I didn't want to get wet so as not to spoil it. Left it to dry. I come and see: Yakov is sitting on a notebook, dipping his finger into the inkwell, grumbling and drawing ink Babylons according to my writing. Oh, you rubbish! I almost cried with grief. He rushed at Yashka. Where! He stained all the curtains with ink. That’s why Yukhimenkin’s dad was angry with him and Yashka...

But once my dad got angry with Yashka. Yashka was picking off the flowers that stood on our windows. He rips off a leaf and teases. Father caught and beat Yashka. And then he tied him as punishment on the stairs that led to the attic. A narrow staircase. And the wide one went down from the apartment.

Here is the father going to work in the morning. He cleaned himself up, put on his hat, and went down the stairs. Clap! The plaster falls. Father stopped and shook off his hat. I looked up - no one. As soon as I started walking, bang, another piece of lime hit my head. What's happened?

And from the side I could see how Yashka was operating. He broke the mortar from the wall, laid it out along the edges of the steps, and lay down, hiding on the stairs, just above his father’s head. As soon as father went, Yashka quietly pushed the plaster off the step with his foot and tried it on so deftly that it was right on his father’s hat - he was taking revenge on him for the fact that his father had bullied him the day before.

But when real winter began, the wind howled in the chimneys, the windows were covered with snow, Yashka became sad. I kept warming him and holding him close to me. Yashka’s face became sad and saggy, he squealed and huddled closer to me. I tried to put it in my bosom, under my jacket. Yashka immediately settled down there: he grabbed the shirt with all four paws and hung like he was glued to it. He slept there without opening his paws. Another time you will forget that you have a living belly under your jacket and lean on the table. Yashka is now scratching my side with his paw: he’s letting me know to be careful.

One Sunday the girls came to visit. We sat down to have breakfast. Yashka sat quietly in my bosom, and he was not noticeable at all. At the end, sweets were distributed. As soon as I began to unwrap the first one, suddenly a furry hand stretched out from my bosom, right from my stomach, grabbed the candy and went back. The girls squealed in fear. And Yashka heard that they were rustling paper, and guessed that they were eating sweets. And I tell the girls: “This is my third hand; I put candy directly into my stomach with this hand so I don’t have to fuss for a long time.” But everyone already guessed that it was a monkey, and from under the jacket they could hear the crunching of the candy: it was Yashka gnawing and chomping, as if I were chewing with my stomach.

Yashka was angry with his father for a long time. Yashka reconciled with him because of the sweets. My father had just quit smoking and instead of cigarettes he carried small sweets in his cigarette case. And every time after dinner, my father opened the tight lid of the cigarette case with his thumb and fingernail, and took out candy. Yashka is right there: sitting on his knees and waiting - fidgeting, stretching. So the father once gave the entire cigarette case to Yashka; Yashka took it in his hand, and with the other hand, just like my father, he began to pick at the lid with his thumb. His finger is small, and the lid is tight and dense, and nothing comes of Yashenka. He howled with frustration. And the candies rattle. Then Yashka grabbed his father’s thumb and with his nail, like a chisel, began to pick off the lid. This made my father laugh, he opened the lid and brought the cigarette case to Yashka. Yashka immediately put his paw in, grabbed a full handful, quickly put it in his mouth and ran away. Not every day is such happiness!

We had a doctor friend. He liked to talk - it was a disaster. Especially at lunch. Everyone has already finished, everything on his plate is cold, then he’ll just pick at it and hastily swallow two pieces:

- Thank you, I'm full.

Once he was having lunch with us, he poked his fork into the potatoes and waved this fork - he said. I'm going crazy - I can't stop it. And Yasha, I see, climbs up the back of the chair, quietly crept up and sat down at the doctor’s shoulder. Doctor says:

“And you see, it’s just here...” And he stopped the fork with the potatoes near his ear - for just one moment. Yashenka quietly grabbed the potatoes with his little paw and took them off the fork - carefully, like a thief.

And the doctor goes on:

- And imagine... - And poked an empty fork into your mouth. He thought embarrassed, shook off the potatoes as he waved his arms, and looked around. But Yashka is no longer sitting in the corner and can’t chew the potatoes, he’s stuffed his whole throat.

The doctor himself laughed, but still was offended by Yashka.

Yashka was given a bed in a basket: with a sheet, blanket, and pillow. But Yashka did not want to sleep like a human being: he wrapped everything around himself in a ball and sat like a stuffed animal all night. They sewed him a little green dress with a cape, and he looked like a short-haired girl from an orphanage.

Now I hear a ringing in the next room. What's happened? I make my way quietly and see: Yashka is standing on the windowsill in a green dress, in one hand he has a lamp glass, and in the other there is a hedgehog, and he is furiously cleaning the glass with the hedgehog. He got into such a rage that he didn’t hear me enter. He saw how the glass was cleaned, and let’s try it ourselves.

Otherwise, if you leave him in the evening with a lamp, he will turn the fire on full flame; the lamp smokes, soot flies around the room, and he sits and growls at the lamp.

Trouble has happened to Yashka, at least put him in a cage! I scolded him and beat him, but for a long time I could not be angry with him. When Yashka wanted to be liked, he became very affectionate, climbed onto his shoulder and began searching his head. This means he already loves you very much.

He needs to beg for something - candy or an apple - now he climbs onto his shoulder and carefully begins to run his paws through his hair: he searches and scratches with his nails. He doesn’t find anything, but pretends to have caught the beast: he bites something off his fingers.

One day a lady came to visit us. She thought she was beautiful. Discharged. Everything is so silky and rustling. There is not a hairstyle on the head, but a whole arbor of hair twisted - in curls, in ringlets. And on the neck, on a long chain, is a mirror in a silver frame.

Yashka carefully jumped up to her on the floor.

- Oh, what a cute monkey! - says the lady. And let's play with the mirror with Yashka.

Yashka caught the mirror, turned it over, jumped onto the lady’s lap and began to try the mirror on his teeth.

The lady took the mirror away and held it in her hand. And Yashka wants to get a mirror. The lady casually stroked Yashka with her glove and slowly pushed him off her lap. So Yashka decided to please, to flatter the lady. Jump on her shoulder. He grabbed the lace tightly with his hind paws and took hold of his hair. I dug out all the curls and began to search.

The lady blushed.

- Let's go, let's go! - speaks.

Not so! Yashka tries even harder: he scrapes with his nails and clicks his teeth.

This lady always sat opposite the mirror to admire herself, and when she sees in the mirror that Yashka has disheveled her, she almost cries. I went to the rescue. Where there! Yashka grabbed his hair as hard as he could and looked at me wildly. The lady pulled him by the collar, and Yashka twisted her hair. I looked at myself in the mirror - a stuffed animal. I swung, scared Yashka, and our guest grabbed her head and - through the door.

“It’s a disgrace,” he says, “a disgrace!” “And I didn’t say goodbye to anyone.”

“Well,” I think, “I’ll keep it until spring and give it to someone if Yukhimenko doesn’t take it. I got so much punishment for this monkey!”

And now spring has come. It's warmer. Yashka came to life and did even more mischief. He really wanted to go out into the yard and be free. And our yard was huge, about the size of a tithe. In the middle of the yard there was a mountain of government coal, and around there were warehouses with goods. And the guards kept a whole pack of dogs in the yard to protect against thieves. The dogs are big and angry. And all the dogs were commanded by the red dog Kashtan. Whoever Kashtan growls at, all the dogs rush at him. Whoever Kashtan lets through, the dogs will not touch. And Kashtan was beating someone else's dog with his chest running. He’ll hit her, knock her off her feet, and stand over her, growling, but she’s afraid to move.

I looked out the window and saw that there were no dogs in the yard. Let me think, I’ll go and take Yashenka for a walk for the first time. I put a green dress on him so that he wouldn’t catch a cold, put Yashka on my shoulder and went. As soon as I opened the doors, Yashka jumped to the ground and ran across the yard. And suddenly, out of nowhere, the whole pack of dogs, and Kashtan in front, straight towards Yashka. And he, like a little green doll, stands small. I’ve already decided that Yashka is missing—they’ll tear him apart now. Kashtan leaned towards Yashka, but Yashka turned to him, crouched down, and took aim. Kashtan stood a step away from the monkey, bared his teeth and grumbled, but did not dare to rush at such a miracle. The dogs all bristled and waited for Chestnut.

I wanted to rush to the rescue. But suddenly Yashka jumped and at one moment sat on Kashtan’s neck. And then the wool flew off Chestnut in shreds. Yashka hit him in the face and eyes, so that his paws were not visible. Kashtan howled, and in such a terrible voice that all the dogs scattered. Kashtan started to run headlong, and Yashka sat, grabbed the wool with his feet, held on tightly, and with his hands tore Kashtan by the ears, pinched the wool into shreds. The chestnut has gone crazy: it rushes around the coal mountain with a wild howl. Yashka ran around the yard on horseback three times and jumped onto the coal as he went. I slowly climbed to the very top. There was a wooden booth; he climbed onto the booth, sat down and began scratching his side as if nothing had happened. Here, they say, I don’t care!

And Kashtan is at the gate from a terrible beast.

Since then, I boldly began to let Yashka out into the yard: only Yashka from the porch, all the dogs go into the gate. Yashka was not afraid of anyone.

Carts will arrive in the yard, the whole yard will be clogged, there will be nowhere to go. And Yashka flies from cart to cart. He jumps onto the horse's back - the horse tramples, shakes its mane, snorts, and Yashka slowly jumps over to the other. The cab drivers just laugh and are surprised:

- Look how Satan is jumping. Look! Wow!

And Yashka goes for bags. Looking for cracks. He sticks his paw in and feels what’s there. He finds where the sunflowers are, sits and immediately clicks on the cart. It happened that Yashka would find the nuts. He hits you on the cheeks and tries to grab them with all four hands.

But then Jacob found an enemy. Yes what! There was a cat in the yard. No one's. He lived at the office, and everyone fed him scraps. He grew fat and became as big as a dog. He was angry and scratchy.

And then one evening Yashka was walking around the yard. I couldn’t call him home. I see the cat came out into the yard and jumped onto the bench that stood under the tree. When Yashka saw the cat, he went straight to him. He crouches down and walks slowly on all fours. Straight to the bench and never takes his eyes off the cat. The cat picked up its paws, hunched its back, and got ready. And Yashka is crawling closer and closer. The cat widened his eyes and backed away. Yashka on the bench. The cat is still backing to the other edge, towards the tree. My heart sank. And Yakov crawls along the bench towards the cat. The cat had already shrunk into a ball and was all drawn up. And suddenly - he jumped, not on Yashka, but on a tree. He grabbed onto the trunk and looked down at the monkey. And Yashka still makes the same move towards the tree. The cat was scratched higher - he was used to saving himself in trees. And Yashka is up the tree, and still slowly, aiming at the cat with his black eyes. The cat climbed higher, higher, onto the branch and sat down on the very edge. He looks to see what Yashka will do. And Yakov crawls along the same branch, and so confidently, as if he had never done anything else, but only caught cats. The cat is already on the very edge, barely holding on to a thin branch, swaying. And Yakov crawls and crawls, tenaciously moving all four arms. Suddenly the cat jumped from the very top onto the pavement, shook himself and ran away at full speed without looking back. And Yashka from the tree followed him: “Yau, yau,” in some terrible, animal voice - I’ve never heard that from him.

Now Jacob has become a complete king in the courtyard. At home he didn’t want to eat anything, he just drank tea with sugar. And once I was so full of raisins in the yard that I could barely put them down. Yashka moaned, had tears in his eyes, and looked at everyone capriciously. At first everyone felt very sorry for Yashka, but when he saw that they were messing with him, he began to break down and throw his arms around, throw back his head and howl at different voices. They decided to wrap him up and give him castor oil. Let him know!

And he liked the castor oil so much that he started yelling for more. He was swaddled and not allowed into the yard for three days.

Yashka soon recovered and began rushing into the yard. I wasn’t afraid for him: no one could catch him, and Yashka jumped around the yard all day long. It became calmer at home, and I had less trouble with Yashka. And when autumn came, everyone in the house unanimously said:

- Wherever you want, put your monkey away or put it in a cage, and so that this Satan doesn’t run around the whole apartment.

They said how pretty she was, but now I think she’s become Satan. And as soon as the training began, I began to look in the class for someone who could fuse Yashka. He finally found a comrade, called him aside and said:

- Do you want me to give you a monkey? I'm alive.

I don’t know to whom he later sold off Yashka. But for the first time, after Yashka was no longer in the house, I saw that everyone was a little bored, although they didn’t want to admit it.

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Author's fairy tales

Many children's writers chose a monkey as the main character for his cheerful disposition, similarity in habits with humans, restlessness close to a child's, for gullibility and ability to learn. There are fairy tales where these animals are shown as kind, inquisitive, and sympathetic. Thus, the kind monkey Chichi in Korney Chukovsky’s book “Doctor Aibolit” persuaded the doctor to go to distant Africa and cure sick monkeys there.

But in the fairy tale “The Monkey Man” by V. Gauff, an ominous image of a human-sized orangutan appears. And who doesn’t know the fable “The Monkey and the Glasses” by I. A. Krylov, in which a stupid monkey cannot understand the value of glasses! The Flying Monkeys in A. Volkov’s book “The Wizard of the Emerald City” help the girl Ellie cope with the evil sorceress.

Children's poets V. Berestov, S. Marshak and I. Tokmakova also mentioned monkeys in their works.

New Year's tale about a monkey

Yulia Gavrilova

New Year's tale about a monkey

New Year's tale about a monkey

«Monkey's New Year's Journey»

This story happened on New Year's Day.

a time there lived in Africa a little monkey named Abiku . And everything was wrong with her: the sun did not rise on time, and it was too hot, and the monkey neighbors seemed too annoying.

“It’s good to live where it’s not so hot, where there’s a fresh breeze, and there aren’t those nasty monkeys ,” said Abiku.

Just at that time, Papa Noel was passing by - that’s the name of Santa Claus in Africa.

“What a nice monkey ! But with such a character it will be difficult for her... I’ll try to help her,” said Noel’s dad and hit the drum.

And Abiku found herself in a place where there are no sweltering rays of the sun, and of course, no monkeys .

In the Russian winter forest. It was frosty and blizzardy.

-Oh oh oh! How s-x-cold! And where am I?

— the guest was surprised. The animals ran out into the clearing:

Squirrels, bunnies, foxes. And the little fox had a very large and warm scarf and hat, the animals wrapped the completely frozen Abiku in it.

“Who are you?” asked the animals.

-Zzz-ddd-good, I ’m an idiot . My name is Abi-bi0biku. Where I am? How did I end up here? “Have I just been to Africa?” the monkey .

-Hello! I am a fox, I am a bunny, and I am a squirrel. “You’re in Russia! But we don’t know how you ended up here,” the animals said .

“But today is a New Year’s holiday in Africa! Am I really going to miss everything?” Abiku was completely upset.

- don’t be upset, you won’t miss anything! Today is also New Year's Day and it's a very happy holiday! “And you will see how the New Year is celebrated in Russia,” said the squirrel .

- And then we will call Santa Claus and ask him to return you home.

EVERYONE CALLS Santa Claus and he comes.

- Hello guys!

-Hello, Grandfather Frost!

- oh, who is this? – asked Grandfather Frost.

“Meet this monkey Abiku ,” the animals said .

- Santa Claus! Help me please! Just this morning I was at home in Africa. But, by some miracle, I suddenly ended up in Russia. I really liked your place, but how can I get home now? - asked Abiku.

- Don’t be upset, I’ll try to help you. Santa Claus struck 3 times with his magic staff. And Papa Noel appeared. They hugged.

-Oh, how long it’s been since we’ve seen each other, old man! Papa Noel said .

- Yes, I’m so glad to see you! Meet me! This is my brother from distant Africa. And his name is Papa Noel, said Santa Claus .

- Hello guys! said dad Noel .

“Hello,” the guys answered.

- Happy New Year, dears! Papa Noel and Grandfather Frost congratulated everyone

- Thank you! And you too! - answered the animals.

“Tell me, did you come up with this idea with the monkey Abiku ?” asked Grandfather Frost.

- Yes. She was simply unbearable. She was dissatisfied with everything in the world, so I decided to send her to you for re-education,” said Papa Noel .

-You know, in my opinion, she has already corrected herself. She behaved very nicely and was not capricious at all. “I made friends with all the guys,” said Grandfather Frost .

- well, then we can bring her home! It's time! - said Papa Noel .

The monkey was upset . “I liked winter in Russia so much. Oh, how I wish I could stay here longer. Even a bit."

“Today is the New Year! May this dream of yours come true!” said Papa Noel.

“Stay here for another year, you will be a symbol of this year!” said Grandfather Frost .

“Hurray!” All the children jumped joyfully and surrounded Abiku. And everyone began to sing a New Year's song .

Monkeys by Gregory Oster

Several fairy tales about monkeys were invented by the cheerful children's writer and poet Grigory Oster. His characters live in the zoo as a whole family: a mother and five restless kids. Some funny adventures are constantly happening to the child monkeys, and their caring mother saves the children and restores order again and again. Grigory Oster wrote 8 such stories, which were used to make wonderful cartoons. The monkey appears again in the stories of Grigory Oster about friends living in Africa: the Elephant, the Boa, the Parrot and the Monkey. Every day funny events happen to them, which are interesting to read about or watch a cartoon about. After all, Auster's characters are extremely charming: the Monkey is very active and is constantly up to something interesting, the Parrot is extremely smart, the Boa Constrictor is friendly and calm, and the Elephant is thoughtful.

Lyrics of the song “Lullaby about a monkey”

A lullaby about a monkey:

Hey, friends and girlfriends, turn up your ears, close your book - the fairy tale will be about a monkey. There are large cages in the zoo, where the trees have spread out their branches, and monkeys are jumping on the branches and throwing pine cones from above to the children. Children throw oranges, apples, candies, tangerines to them, and the monkeys eat them and look around. In the evening, all the cages are closed - the monkeys are already going to bed, brushing their teeth, washing their paws and kissing mom and dad. The monkey has a brother: a naughty little naughty boy, he didn’t want to listen to his mother, he didn’t even eat an apple! He doesn’t want to sleep on the bed, he mutters something to himself. Mom says to the monkey: “Read a book to your brother,” and the monkey sat down next to him, immediately twirled the book, looked at the book this way and that - he couldn’t read it at all. I shook it with my hands, turned it upside down, I read the letter A - my head hurt. Mom says to the monkey: “Look at the book straight and read all the lines in a row, just don’t tear the leaves!” She got down to business, and then a fly flew in, sat on the monkey’s nose and hummed like a vacuum cleaner, and then sat on her ear and rolled her eyes, the monkey jumped up, hit the fly with a book, and the fly was no longer visible, only a ringing sound in her ear. The dissatisfied monkey picks up a book from the floor, Brother laughs and does not sleep, and the fly flies towards her again. -Yes, come and look, not one, but three! So they circle over the monkey, she hits the flies with a book. Because of these harmful flies, her nose is swollen and her eyes are swollen. Not a single letter is visible, but the monkey is so offended! She climbed under the chair - it’s good that her brother fell asleep. The monkey calmed down, looked at his little brother, and quickly went to sleep on the wide bed. In order to meet tomorrow, it’s time for you and me to say goodbye. Don't look at the ceiling, turn on your right side, quickly close your eyes and bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye.

Lullaby about a monkey:

Outside the window, a gray cat is wandering somewhere near the house. Now he leaves, now he comes, he sings a lullaby. Now he leaves, now he comes, He sings to us about monkeys.

Two monkeys are lying down. Mom turned off the lamp, asked them not to make noise, but they are not sleeping yet. She asked them not to make noise, but they are not sleeping yet.

Looks at the month out the window. The stars play in the sky, And the monkey falls asleep, And the little brother has been sleeping for a long time. And the monkey falls asleep, and the little brother has been sleeping for a long time.

I have to get up early tomorrow. Say goodbye to Banilaska. Children close their eyes. Roma will also sleep. Children close their eyes. And Ilyusha will sleep. Children close their eyes. And Svetlana will sleep. Children close their eyes. Ksyusha will also sleep. Children close their eyes. ……. will sleep.

Eduard Uspensky, Anfisa and Vera

Another popular fairy tale comes from the pen of the writer Eduard Uspensky, beloved by many generations of children and adults. The fairy tale “About the monkey Anfisa and the girl Vera” consists of 11 chapters.

In each chapter, the monkey and his young mistress learn about the world, meet other children and begin to make friends with them, and learn safety precautions. The fairy tale about the monkey Anfisa and the girl Vera was filmed, and the puppet cartoon immediately became very popular. In addition, E. Uspensky wrote the poem “Vera and Anfisa,” which was set to music and sounded in the cartoon as the song “The girl Vera now has a girlfriend...”. The fairy tale about the girl and the monkey was written by Uspensky in 1986; several generations of children have enjoyed listening to their parents read it and reading it themselves.

The monkey story of Boris Zhitkov

A fairy tale about a monkey was written by Boris Zhitkov, a classic of children's literature. However, his work bears little resemblance to a fairy tale. Rather, it is a true story about a twelve-year-old boy who was given a pet macaque by a school friend. Both the boy and his family fell in love with the animal, but the monkey never became completely tame; it kept trying to run away into the street. In the end, the boy had to part with his favorite. Boris Zhitkov’s story “About the Monkey” is part of a series of stories about animals. Boris Zhitkov wrote exactly 12 such stories. The story about a stray cat and a mongoose, a hunter and his dogs, a bunny and others are imbued with kindness, love for animals, and respect for their right to life.

Classic writers

The famous trainer Natalya Durova also wrote a story about a monkey, “An Emergency, or Chichi the Naughty One.” True, this is not a fairy tale, but a true story from circus life. Nevertheless, it is interesting to read for adults and children.

The Monkey also appears in the fairy tale story of Boris Zakhoder “Ma-Tari-Kari”. It talks about a little Crocodile who didn’t want to brush his teeth and therefore got sick. The monkey began to laugh at him, but the little bird Ma-Tari-Kari helped the Crocodile recover. After this, the previously evil Crocodile's character improved.

Monkey, Dog and Buffalo Philippine Tale

In one village there once lived three friends - a monkey, a dog and a buffalo. The time came when they were tired of living in the village, and they decided that it was better for them to go into the forest. Three friends stocked up on rice, meat and dishes and hit the road. There they chose a suitable clearing and built themselves a hut. The buffalo said: “Let’s do this, friends: every morning two of us will go hunting, and one will remain to guard the hut and prepare dinner.” That's what they did. The next day, the dog and monkey went hunting, and the buffalo began to roast meat on a spit. The smell of fried meat was sensed by Bungisngis (Bungisngis is a fairy-tale creature, a cunning and evil giant who laughs all the time.), who was passing nearby. He immediately realized that he would have something to profit from. Bungisngis approached the buffalo and said: “Hey, friend, I see the food is ready for me?” At these words the buffalo became enraged and rushed at the uninvited guest. Bungisngis was not used to being greeted like this and became very angry. He lifted the buffalo by the horn and then threw it down with such force that the buffalo sank knee-deep into the ground. After this, Bungisngis ate everything and hid nearby. When the monkey and the dog returned from hunting, they saw that there was no lunch, the dishes were scattered and broken, and their friend was knee-deep in the ground. They pulled him out and the buffalo told the dog and the monkey what had happened. The three of them re-prepared their food. Bungisngis watched, hidden, as they prepared dinner, but did not dare to attack the three at once. The next day the dog was left at home. As soon as she baked cakes for dinner, Bungisngis came out from behind the trees and said: “Hey, friend, I see the food is ready for me?”

The dog growled at him, but Bungisngis grabbed it, lifted it above his head and threw it to the ground with a flourish. The dog, whining pitifully, crawled to the side and began to watch Bungisngis devour what she had prepared. Having eaten every last crumb, Bungisngis left. Soon after, the monkey and buffalo returned. They were very angry when they found out what had happened, and they had to cook their own lunch again. The next day the monkey was left at home. She decided to outsmart Bungisngis and, before starting to cook, dug a deep hole in front of the fireplace. Then she hid some of the supplies for herself and her comrades, and put the rest on the fire. When the meat was cooked, bungisngis appeared. The monkey said affably: “You came just in time, oh lord!” Dinner is ready and I hope you will do the honors. Sit on this chair, and I will now serve you the meat. Bungisngis was very surprised and delighted at this reception. He sat down and, forgetting about everything in the world, attacked the food. And suddenly the monkey pushes him in the chest with all his might! The chair overturned, and Bungisngis fell with it into the hole that was behind him. Returning from the hunt, the dog and buffalo began to ask the monkey: “Well, did Bungisngis come to you?” - Yes, there he is, in the hole! — the monkey answered, laughing. “He won’t be able to get out of there.” The dog and buffalo were very curious and came to the pit to look at Bungisngis. And Bungisngis was just crawling out of the hole - for him it turned out to be not that deep. He jumped out of it and wanted to grab the dog, but it dodged and ran into the forest. Bungisngis grabbed the buffalo, lifted him by the horn, threw him to the ground, and the buffalo hurt his leg. And the monkey, without wasting any time, climbed up a high tree, and the enraged Bungisngis could not reach it. Several days passed, and the monkey, wandering through the forest, saw a wasp's nest on a vine hanging from the top of a tree. Suddenly she heard: “Well, now you won’t leave me!” The monkey turned around and saw Bungisngis. “Oh, lord, have mercy on me, and I will give you my position - the king appointed me to ring that bell every hour,” and the monkey pointed to the wasp’s nest above. “I accept this position,” said the stupid Bungisngis. “Stay here, and I’ll go find out what time it is,” said the monkey and left. The monkey was still not there, Bungisngis got tired of waiting, and he pulled the vine. The nest shook, and a swarm of wasps flew out of it, buzzing loudly. The wasps attacked Bungisngis and stung everyone. Distraught with pain, Bungisngis ran to look for the monkey and finally found it. At that time she was playing with her friend, a boa constrictor. “You won’t deceive me again, you worthless thing!” Now it’s definitely the end for you! - Bungisngis roared. “Don’t kill me, and I will give you this belt that the king gave me!” - the monkey begged. Bungisngis really liked the long multi-colored belt and wanted to get it. He said: “Okay, wrap it around me, and we will become friends.” The monkey girded Bungisngis with a boa constrictor, and then quietly pinched the snake. And the boa constrictor squeezed Bungisngis so much that Bungisngis came to an end. After this, the monkey went to look for the dog and buffalo. The dog had already brought the buffalo some medicinal herbs, and when he ate it, his leg immediately stopped hurting. They were very happy to see the monkey, because they thought that its children were already alive. The monkey told them what had happened to Bungisngis, and the dog suggested: “Now no one will touch us, and it’s so good in the forest!” Let's stay here to live. The friends agreed, and the three of them lived amicably and happily in the forest.