Fairy tale Chicken Ryaba about the golden egg has more than one hundred and fifty variants of texts, but we offer you nine of the most, in our opinion, remarkable and diverse: from the textbook, which is usually read to children (it was originally included in Ushinsky’s book “Native Word”), to the farcical and grotesque text of Vladimir Ivanovich Dahl.

Which of these options fairy tales Chicken Ryaba considered canonical is not clear. Ushinsky preferred the first one, and perhaps some of you will follow his preferences. At least, this is the option that comes to mind when the phrase Ryaba Hen is mentioned.

Fairy tale Chicken Ryaba (original)

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman. And they had Chicken Ryaba.

The hen laid an egg, but not an ordinary one - a golden one.

Grandfather beat him, but he didn’t break him.

Baba beat her, but she didn’t break her.

And the mouse ran, waved its tail, the egg fell and broke.

The grandfather is crying, the woman is crying and Ryaba Hen tells them:

Don’t cry, grandfather, don’t cry, woman: I will lay you a new egg, not a golden one, but a simple one!

The fairy tale of Ryaba Hen, adapted by A. N. Tolstoy

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman,

They had ryabka chicken.

The hen laid an egg:

I planted an egg in a wasp hole,

In the corner, under the bench.

The mouse ran and returned with its tail,

Broke a testicle.

Grandfather began to cry about this testicle,

Grandma weeps, bursts out laughing,

The rubbish under your feet lit up,

The doors shook, the backing crumbled,

The top of the hut began to shake...

And the hen says to them:

Grandfather, don't cry, grandma, don't cry,

Chickens, don't fly

Gates, don’t creak, rubbish is under the threshold,

Don't smoke

Tyn, don't fall apart

Top on the hut, don't stagger,

I'll lay another egg for you:

Motley, vostro, boney, tricky,

The egg is not simple - it is golden.

Notes by A.N. Tolstoy:

Kut - corner.

Verei - pillars at the gate.

They hung out - they stuck out, they loosened up.

The fairy tale Hen Ryaba (Hen) adapted by A. N. Afanasyev (2 versions of the tale)

Option 1

Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman, they had a Tatar hen, she laid an egg in the closet under the window: motley, colorful, boney, tricky! I put it on the shelf; The mouse walked, shook its tail, the shelf fell, and the egg broke. The old man is crying, the old woman is sobbing, the stove is on fire, the top of the hut is shaking, the girl-granddaughter hanged herself out of grief. Mallow comes and asks: Why are they crying so much? The old people began to retell: “How can we not cry? We have a Tatar hen that laid an egg in the hut under the window: motley, colorful, boney, tricky! I put it on the shelf; The mouse walked, shook its tail, the shelf fell, and the egg broke! I, an old man, am crying, the old woman is sobbing, the stove is on fire, the top of the hut is shaking, the girl-granddaughter hanged herself out of grief.” When the breadmaker heard it, she broke all the bread and threw it away. The sexton comes up and asks the breadmaker: why did she throw away the bread?

She told him all the grief; the sexton ran to the bell tower and broke all the bells. The priest comes and asks the sexton: why did you break the bells? The sexton recounted all the grief to the priest, and the priest ran and tore up all the books.

Option 2

Like our grandmother's in the backyard

There was a grouse hen;

The chicken planted an egg,

From shelf to shelf,

In an aspen hollow,

In a little room under a bench.

The mouse ran

She returned it with her tail -

I broke my testicle!

Build about this testicle

Baba sobs, bursts out laughing,

Chickens fly, gates creak;

Sor lit a cigarette under the threshold,

The priest's daughters walked with water,

The tub was broken,

Popadya said:

“You don’t know anything, mother!

After all, in grandma's backyard

There was a grouse hen;

The chicken planted an egg,

From shelf to shelf,

In an aspen hollow,

In a little room under a bench.

The mouse ran

She returned it with her tail -

I broke my testicle!

The system began to cry about this testicle,

Baba sobbed and burst into laughter.

Chickens fly, gates creak,

Sor lit a cigarette under the threshold,

The doors began to shake, the glass crumbled;

We walked with water and broke the tub!”

The priest kneaded the kneading -

I scattered all the dough on the floor;

I went to church and said to my priest:

"You do not know anything...

After all, in grandma's backyard

(The same story is repeated again.)

Tyn crumbled;

Our daughters walked with water -

The tub was broken, they told me;

I kneaded the dough -

I scattered all the dough!”

The priest began to tear the book -

Scattered it all over the floor!

Fairy tale Chicken Ryaba from some regions (4 versions of the tale)

Dear egg (Saratov region)

There lived an old man and an old woman. And they had an old hazel hen. She laid an egg in the canopy on a shelf, on rye straws. Wherever the mouse came from, it split this egg. The grandfather is crying, the woman is grieving, the magpie has broken her leg, the backbone has become loose, the oak tree has knocked off its leaves. The priest's daughter went for water, broke the buckets, and came home without water. Popadya asks: “Why are you daughter, did you come without water?” She says: What a grief for me, what a great one for me: “There lived an old man and an old woman. And they had an old hazel hen. She laid an egg in the hay on a shelf, on a rye straw. Wherever the mouse came from, it split this egg. Grandfather is crying. , the woman is grieving, the magpie broke her leg, the tine was loosened, the oak knocked off its leaves, and I went for water, broke the buckets, broke the rocker, though you, dear, leave the pies out of the window in grief! The priest got upset and threw the pies out the window. The priest goes: “What are you doing, priest?” And she replies: “How sad I am, how great I am. There lived an old man and an old woman. And they had an old hazel hen. She laid an egg in the hay on a shelf, on a rye straw. Wherever the mouse came from, it split this egg. Grandfather The woman is crying, the woman is grieving, the magpie has broken her leg, the tine has become loose, the oak tree has knocked off its leaves. Our daughter went to fetch water, she broke the buckets, she broke the rocker, and out of grief I left all the pies out of the window. hurt yourself!" The priest ran away, and how he hit the doorframe! That's where he died. They began to bury the priest and celebrate a wake. What an expensive egg!

Chicken hazel grouse (Voronezh region)

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman. And they had a hazel grouse chicken. The chicken was not a simple one, which means it laid golden eggs. Here the hazel grouse laid a golden egg, such a large one, it’s a pleasure to look at. Grandfather saw the egg and called grandmother. They began to praise the hazel hen. And then the grandfather says: “Put a testicle on a good place put it so it can be seen. Well, they put it in. They put it in and can’t stop looking at it. We admired it all day. And my grandparents had a purring cat, very angry with mice. And when my grandfather and grandmother went to bed, the purr began to run after the mouse. I thought about eating it. The mouse goes here and there - there’s no escape from the cat. She saw the egg, wanted to hide behind it - and dived onto the shelf. But the egg on the shelf could not resist and fell to the floor and broke. Grandfather and grandmother get up in the morning. Let us, they think, admire the egg. Lo and behold, there is no egg on the shelf. It's lying on the floor and everything is broken as it is. The grandfather and grandmother began to cry and went to complain to the hazel grouse. And the hen says to them: “Don’t cry, grandfather, don’t cry, grandma! The hazel hen will lay you another golden egg, better than the first.”

Chicken tatatorka (Vologda region)

The tatator hen laid eggs in the corner on a shelf, on an oatmeal straw. A mouse came, wagged its tail, pushed the egg, and the egg rolled under the tine into the garden. Tyn broke and Soroka broke his leg.

She began to jump: Chicky, chicky, magpie! Where have you been?

- Far.

- I’m at Granny’s on a straightening. What did you eat?

- What did you drink?

- Brazhka. The porridge is buttery, Grandmother is kind, and the brew is sweet.

Belarusian version of the fairy tale Hen Ryaba

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman. And they had Ryaba chicken. And the chicken laid an egg. Grandfather beat, beat, beat - without breaking. The woman beat, beat, beat, but did not break. You need to put the eggs in a basket, and the wons in a basket. They didn’t wrap it around the trap, they put it on the police. The mouse ran (and there was so much passion!) across the police, twisted its tail (hand gesture), and touched a testicle. The egg rolled, rolled - bang, boom! And it crashed. Baba cries: “A-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah!” ( in a high voice). Grandfather cries: “U-y-y! , this: “Not an ordinary egg - golden! And she laid a golden egg. Grandfather Iago sold and bought a stove so that he would have a place to lie down. And to the stove there is a pipe, and to the pipe there is a hut, and in the hut there are benches. They brought in the kids - they all sat on the benches, eating porridge, breaking bread, and listening to fairy tales.

The fairy tale The Ryaba Hen (OLD GREAT MOUNTAIN) adapted by V. I. Dahl

There lived an old man and an old woman, they had a hazel hen; The hazel grouse laid its first egg in the hut in front of the stove, right under the window; motley vostro bone tricky.

The old woman put the egg on the shelf, the mouse ran, wagged its tail, rolled up the shelf, the egg rolled off and broke on the floor. The old man is crying, the old woman is sobbing, the chicken is clucking, the fire is blazing in the stove, the doors are creaking, the rubbish under the threshold is raised, the backyard is tilted, the gate is slamming, wood chips are flying into the field. The neighbors came running: what, what?

The old man says: so and so, our hazel hen laid an egg, motley bright, bone wise. The old woman put the egg on the shelf, the mouse ran, wagged its tail, rolled up the shelf, the egg rolled off and broke on the floor; I'm an old man crying, an old woman is sobbing, a hen is clucking, the fire is blazing in the stove, the doors are creaking, the rubbish under the threshold is swirling, the back is leaning, the gate is slamming, wood chips are flying into the field! When the neighbors heard about the old man’s grief, they threw up their hands and started yelling at the whole village.

The village came running: what, what?

The old man says: so and so, our hen, the hazel grouse, laid an egg, motley, bright, boney, tricky. They put the egg on the shelf, the mouse ran, wagged its tail, rolled up the shelf, the egg rolled off and broke on the floor! I'm an old man crying, an old woman is sobbing, a chicken is clucking, the fire is blazing in the stove, the doors are creaking, the rubbish under the threshold is swirling, the back of the house is askew, the gate is slamming, wood chips are flying into the field, the neighbors are crying all over the village, waving their hands! Then the whole village began to cry out loudly, began to tear out their hair, and grieved over the old man’s great grief.

Perhaps every Russian heard this fairy tale in childhood, and years later he himself told it to his children and grandchildren. At the same time, few can say what the story about the chicken and the egg is really about. We do not analyze fairy tales, do not look for morality in them and, as a rule, read in a version adapted for children, where the editor has removed everything “unnecessary” and “incomprehensible”. But every detail of the fairy tale was not invented by our distant ancestors by chance and has an important meaning, which, alas, is no longer easy for us to understand. So, what is this tale about?

What we see: Grandfather and Baba are not a boy and a girl, not a boy and a girl; Grandfather and Baba are not grandfather and grandfather, not woman and woman, but creatures of different sexes - that is, humanity in its entirety. Then a golden egg appears. Any normal person of our time, you will immediately think about where to put it... Anything, but not to break it. And Grandfather and Baba are just starting to break the egg! They beat and beat, but did not break. But the Mouse ran by, waved its tail, and broke it. What Grandfather and Baba so desired happened. But they do not rejoice, but begin to weep. Then the Ryaba Hen appears, promises to lay an ordinary egg, and Grandfather and Baba rejoice.

In the extended (unedited) version, very strange things happen before Ryaba's second appearance. Exist different variants, but with one general message: everything is turned upside down. The gates and the bridge are collapsing, the birds and animals are crying... The old people tell about everything that happened to the prosvirna (the woman who bakes the prosvira) - that the roof of their house is shaking, the girl-granddaughter hanged herself out of grief, etc. The prosvirnya threw all the prosvirna and broke them and retold the story to the deacon's family. He heard this and ran to the bell tower, where he broke all the bells. The priest, having learned about the golden egg and the Mouse, cut his hair, that is, cut off his hair (took off his ordination), tore up the holy books and burned the church. And the priest’s wife spilled the dough and began to wash the floor with it... And then, we know, the Ryaba Hen laid an ordinary egg, and everything became fine again...

So why were Grandfather and Baba so afraid of the golden egg? What is it? The fact is that a long time ago the egg was not perceived as something born alive. In the concept of ancient people, it was a kind of mineral. Then something living was born from a non-living egg. So the egg became a symbol of life. In the mythology of some peoples, at the beginning of the world there was a Great Egg, which split, and then the first one emerged from it. Living being or all living things were formed (there are other similar options). Now about gold. Long before this precious metal became a symbol of wealth, it was associated exclusively with death, as it was associated with the underworld. Let's remember greek god the underground kingdom of Hades - he owns gold. Our Koschey is also “wasting away over gold.” And then an egg, a symbol of life, suddenly appears as a sign of imminent death. Here the reaction of Grandfather and Baba becomes clear, whose advanced age brings them closer to death every day. In addition, they symbolize all of humanity. An apocalyptic picture logically emerges: chaos ensues, the world dies.

But then the Mouse appears - a magical creature living in two worlds: in the world of the living (earthly) and world of the dead(underground). Therefore, in fairy tales, the mouse is an intermediary between these two worlds; it can do both good and bad. And the fact that she, possessing supernatural powers, managed to break the golden egg is not surprising. But no one knows what this could mean, since the mouse has two faces. However, the ending is joyful: Ryaba the Hen promises to lay an ordinary egg, everyone rejoices, the end of the world is canceled, the world is saved...

It turns out that the children's fairy tale about the Ryaba Hen is not as simple and meaningless as it might seem at first glance. In this case, it is a story about life and death, about the fear of the unknown, about the interconnection of all things.

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman. And they had Chicken Ryaba.

The chicken laid an egg, but not an ordinary one - a golden one.

Grandfather beat him, but he didn’t break him.

Baba beat me, but she didn’t break her.

And the mouse ran, waved its tail, the egg fell and broke.

The grandfather is crying, the woman is crying and Ryaba Hen tells them:

- Don’t cry, grandfather, don’t cry, woman: I’ll lay you a new egg, not a golden one, but a simple one!

The original complete version of the tale

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman, they had a chicken, Ryaba; laid an egg under the floor - colorful, colorful, boney, tricky! The grandfather beat him but didn’t break him, the woman beat him but didn’t break him, but the mouse came running and crushed him with his tail. The grandfather is crying, the woman is crying, the chicken is clucking, the gates are creaking, wood chips are flying from the yard, the top of the hut is shaking!

The priest's daughters went to fetch water, asked the grandfather, asked the woman:

-What are you crying about?

- How can we not cry! - Grandfather and woman answer. — We have chicken Ryaba; laid an egg under the floor - motley, bright, boney, tricky! The grandfather beat him but didn’t break him, the woman beat him but didn’t break him, but the mouse came running and crushed him with his tail.

When the priest’s daughters heard this, out of great grief they threw the buckets to the ground, broke the rocker arms and returned home empty-handed.

- Oh, mother! - they say to the priest. “You don’t know anything, you don’t know anything, but there’s a lot going on in the world: a grandfather and a woman live, they have a chicken Ryaba; laid an egg under the floor - motley, bright, boney, tricky! The grandfather beat him but didn’t break him, the woman beat him but didn’t break him, but the mouse came running and crushed him with his tail. That’s why the grandfather cries, the woman cries, the chicken cackles, the gates creak, wood chips fly from the yard, the top of the hut is wobbly. And while we were going to fetch water, we threw the buckets and broke the rocker arms!

At that time, the priest was crying, and the hen was cackling, and immediately, out of great grief, she knocked over the kneading bowl and scattered all the dough on the floor.

The priest came with a book.

- Oh, father! - the priest tells him. “You don’t know anything, you don’t know anything, but there’s a lot going on in the world: a grandfather and a woman live, they have a chicken Ryaba; laid an egg under the floor - motley, bright, boney, tricky! The grandfather beat him but didn’t break him, the woman beat him but didn’t break him, but the mouse came running and crushed him with his tail. That’s why the grandfather cries, the woman cries, the chicken cackles, the gates creak, wood chips fly from the yard, the top of the hut is wobbly! Our daughters, going for water, threw the buckets, broke the rocker arms, and I kneaded the dough and, out of great grief, scattered everything on the floor!

The priest sunbathed and tore his book to shreds.

Who among us has not been familiar with the fairy tale about the pockmarked hen since childhood?

Surely, each of us now thought that we still remember the text of the fairy tale The Ruffed Hen by heart. However, when small children appear in the house, you begin to enthusiastically tell them this fairy tale, and you realize that you cannot remember the whole story from memory.

In such cases, the Internet comes to our aid, where you can find many different works.

Among other things, there is a bun and The Bremen Town Musicians, and the fairy tale the Ryaba hen, the text of which is provided with bright illustrations.

Let's move directly to the fairy tale

There lived a grandfather and a woman,

And they had a chicken, Ryaba.

The hen laid an egg.

The egg is not simple - Golden.

Grandfather beat and beat, but did not break.

The woman beat and beat, but did not break.

The mouse ran, waved its tail,

The egg fell and broke.

The grandfather is crying, the woman is crying;

And the hen clucks:

“Grandfather don’t cry, woman don’t cry,

I'll lay another egg for you,

Not golden, but simple.”

This children's fairy tale is small in volume and is easily understood by even the smallest listeners. Open the fairy tale about the pockmarked hen, show the pictures to the child and invite him to read it together. While your baby will enthusiastically look at the illustrations, you will have time to read him the entire fairy tale from beginning to end.

Thanks to the repeating elements that the Russian folk tale contains, even a one and a half year old child, by the end of the first reading, reacts animatedly with interest to already familiar phrases and tries to repeat them. By the time the fairy tale is told for the second or third time, you will probably notice in your child that he confidently recognizes and understands the repeated images “and the hen laid an egg,” “not simple, but...” and many others.

It is no coincidence that such repetitions occur in many fairy tales. The wisdom of generations has been passed down orally for many centuries in a row, helping children from an early age to remember and learn important experiences. Such verbal constructions develop memory and attract children's fickle attention to the text of the fairy tale about the pockmarked hen, which is extremely important for the perception of young listeners.

The Ryabka Hen is a fairy tale that a child will want to read again and again. First he asks his parents about it, then, growing up, he learns to do it himself. It is much easier to teach a child to read fluently on the basis of a long-familiar story. In addition, pictures for the fairy tale The Ryabka Hen help not only diversify the reading process, but also attract children's attention with their bright colors and familiar plots. Read to children, read with children, and when they grow up, their interest in the usual knowledge of the vast world through books will never fade.

Of course, there are a huge number of Russian folk tales, however, only four can be counted among those that each of us knows for sure - these are “Ryaba the Hen”, “”, “Turnip” and “Teremok”.

Naturally, we all probably know the fairy tale about Ryaba by heart, because they were read to us more than once in childhood. It would seem, even now, why read it to a child from a computer screen if we can tell it like that. However, even this little tale has several versions of the narrative; there may even be several heroes: the magpie, the cat Kotofeich, the priest with the priest and the priest’s daughter, and the forest oak. In a word - there are so many storytellers, so many versions, right down to the story!

However, the main version and essence of the tale has been the same for many centuries, which has already long time experts dispute different areas. Indeed, what is the meaning of this short fairy tale? What did people want to teach children and does it even make sense? Some argue that it has no meaning and never did, others publish multi-page studies (yes, looking for the meaning of this short fairy tale), others consider pagan rituals, comparing them with the moon and the sun, day and night - the debate does not subside even this day.

Tell us in the comments your and your child’s opinion about the fairy tale, what meaning in your opinion was laid down in it by our ancestors, but only after you read it to your child. We have prepared several options with pictures, cartoons and games.

Ryaba hen - read the text of the fairy tale with pictures

One day the hen Ryaba laid an egg for them. Yes, not a simple egg, a golden one - motley, colorful, boney, tricky!

Grandfather beat and beat the testicle, but did not break it.

The woman beat and beat the eggs, but didn’t break them.

The grandfather is crying, the woman is crying. And the hen Ryaba cackles:

Don't cry grandpa, don't cry grandma! I will lay you a new egg, not just an ordinary one, but a golden one!

A fairy tale in verse in a new way

Author's version: E. Borisova

Once upon a time there was a grandfather and a woman,
Together with the hen Ryaba,
There's only one chicken
And she laid an egg.
But the egg is not easy,
Like the sun - golden!
His grandfather first beat him,
This way and that I didn’t break it,
Baba beat him too
This way and that, it didn’t break.
The mouse ran across the table
She hurried to her hole,
The tail touched the egg,
It fell to the floor
And when the egg fell, it broke,
And it fell apart.
Grandfather and woman are sitting, crying,
The pockmarked hen clucks,
Don't cry grandma
Don't cry grandpa
I'll tell you tomorrow at lunchtime
I'll lay another egg,
Not gold, but simple.

Author's version: M. Metelev

Somewhere on the edge of the forest
In an old little hut
Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman
Together with the hen Ryaba.
Grandfather sawed and chopped wood,
He lit the stove in the house,
Grandma standing by the stove
I baked Easter cakes for my grandfather.
And we also loved
Old people don’t eat cabbage soup, don’t eat porridge -
Grandma and grandpa adored
The eggs that the hen laid.
They baked them, boiled them,
Fried, drank raw,
And into crushed potatoes
We added a little bit.
Once Ryaba ate something
Yes, I was sick for a week,
And suddenly she took down something not simple,
And the egg is golden.
Grandma and Grandpa all week
We didn’t eat rowan eggs,
And let's beat an egg,
To cook it quickly.
Grandma beat, beat, beat,
But I didn’t break the egg,
Grandfather also beat and beat,
But he didn't break the egg.
At this time from the top shelf
The mouse fell on the tablecloth
The tail touched the egg -
It fell to the floor.
It hit the floor and broke,
It broke into pieces,
Everything spread across the floor -
I couldn't eat it.
Grandma is crying, grandfather is crying,
The hen consoles them:
- Don't cry, dears,
My dear old people,
I'll lay another egg
Not gold, but simple.

Option of a fairy tale from the author: A. Pidenko

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman,
The whole Ryaba chicken is with them.
On a forest, mushroom edge,
In an old sloping hut.
Grandfather set snares and nets,
Baba was spinning in the half-light.
The hen laid eggs
Yes, I kept rowing out of habit.
This is how they lived their lives,
They lived together and did not bother.
We sang songs, we were full,
Yes, the whole world thanked.
One day, sitting under the porch,
The hen laid an egg.
It doesn't look simple at all,
Not simple - golden.
The grandfather marveled at this.
Grandma will have lunch for us.
Grandma was happy too
What an unprecedented reward.
Should we be with you in sadness?
This is not what we saw.
Hit an egg into the frying pan
I'll cook the food.
Grandfather beat and beat and almost broke his fist,
The woman beat and beat, but only ruined the rolling pin.
They sat down next to each other, almost crying,
How to break an egg differently?
And at that time, I was looking for cheese,
The little mouse ran.
She wagged her tail,
Yes, I knocked the egg onto the floor.
Its shell broke,
The whole egg spilled into the crack.
Grandfather is crying, woman is crying,
Well, the chicken is clucking.
Don't cry grandpa, don't cry grandma,
I’m with you, your Ryaba.
I'll lay another egg
Not gold, but simple.
Ryaba went under the porch,
There will be a new egg.

Option of a fairy tale from the author: L. Yasinevskaya

Near the forest on the edge
The old man lived with the old woman,
Lived together for many years
WITH Speckled chicken- no troubles.
Grandfather carried firewood home,
He lit the stove with the woman,
Grandma, delicious food for grandpa,
I baked it for lunch every day.
Ryaba chicken is small,
She always brought them eggs.
Once she laid an egg,
But a small mouse came,
She wagged her tail,
She knocked that egg onto the floor,
How it fell and broke,
So misfortune happened.
The grandfather is crying and the woman is crying,
The hen clucks Ryaba:
“Grandfather, grandmother, don’t cry,
Cover up all the holes in the house,
I'll lay another egg
Not simple - golden.
You will take it to the market,
You'll take money for it,
And think about
How to spend it wisely.
For example, renovate your house
And live happily again."
That's all she said,
An egg fell from it,
Everything shines, golden
And it’s so hard...
The old people decided so
They cut down another house for themselves,
And they bought the farm,
The dog and the cat were allowed to live in the house.
The cat doesn't let mice into the house,
The dog guards the farm
They began to live and live,
The trouble is again not knowing anything!