On the edge of the forest, perched on a stump, the frog Pryg-Skok sat and drew a butterfly on the canvas with a brush, which swayed on a chamomile. He painted and sang.

Heard the song of the frog Hare, looked out from behind the birch and ran out to the edge. Little Bear stuck his muzzle out of the bushes - and also hobbled towards the frog.

How beautiful - the Little Bear sighed, looking at the picture. - I can not do that.

And you, little frog, did you study somewhere ... to become an artist? - asked the Little Bear.

No. I was born like that, - answered the frog. - Do you like ... a butterfly in my picture?

She is ... so ... pink ... And therefore beautiful ... - said the Hare. - Now, if I were so pink, then I would probably also be considered the most beautiful Bunny in the world!

And I would like to be ... half green and half blue, - Bear cub said dreamily. - Then I would also become the most famous Bear cub in our forest?

Here's a wow? - the frog was surprised. “If that’s all it is, then I’m willing to help you. I have brushes, there are also paints.

The frog took two brushes in its paws and set to work.

Why are you pink? - gasped the Little Bear and stroked the Hare on the head.

And you, too ... how much ... green-blue ... Well, just completely ... blue-green? - praised the Hare and stroked the Bear cub on the back.

When the Bear Cub looked into his lair, Mother Bear, who was cooking dinner, even dropped her pail from fright on the floor.

What kind of animal is this? she growled.

I'm not a beast ... I'm ... a bear cub ... - a plaintive answer was heard.

My son ... brown, not so ... colorful! Get out while still intact! - Bear threatened with a poker.

The Little Bear ran away and met a sad Hare in the forest.

Mom didn't recognize me? - whimpered the Hare.

And me ... too ... - Bear cub waved his paw. Above the forest, riding on a cloud, the sun rolled out. It yawned, fluffed up the cloud like a pillow, closed its eyes, and went to sleep. It immediately became dark and scary.

What do we do? - asked the Hare.

Spa-a-at ... - Bear cub yawned and lay down in a ball under a birch. He lay down and snored right away.

The hare put a bunch of red leaves at the head of the head and began to look through the long branches as the cheerful yellow moon pulls the silver strings hanging from the extinguished stars. The month will pull by the thread - the asterisk will ring and flare up ... The Hare looked and looked - and fell asleep.

In the morning, Hare and Bear cub woke up and ran to the stream to wash. They see: the bridge over the stream is broken.

Let's fix the bridge, - offered the Little Bear.

Did we break it? - asked the Hare.

It does not matter. We will fix it - and it will be useful to someone.

I don’t mind ... I’m like you ... - the Hare agreed.

While they were repairing the bridge, while they were fiddling in the stream, all the paint was washed off - and a multi-colored stream ran through the forest.

A frog galloped over the bridge and praised:

What a beautiful bridge!

Behind him, the Bear stomped along the bridge and boomed:

Pr-r-great bridge!

It's me... It's me... It's us... fixed it! - the Little Bear shouted joyfully and rushed into the arms of Mother Bear.

Mother Bear caressed Bear cub:

And I? - asked the Hare.

And you ... well done! - Said the frog and shook the Hare's paw.

Mom, how did you recognize me today? After all, I'm blue-ash ... no, green-C. . . - the Little Bear was surprised.

You are ordinary ... brown, - my mother smiled.

Indeed, - the Hare scratched the back of his head. You are completely brown...

And you ... are not pink at all, but ... gray ... - the Bear cub noticed, looking at the Hare.

The stream washed you! - explained the frog Jump-Skok. Mama Bear said:

- *- Now you have become famous throughout our forest... When someone crosses this bridge, they will definitely say thanks to the Hare and the Bear cub, who repaired it...

You see, in order to become famous, it is not necessary to be ... colorful! - added the frog, - Come to visit me, and I will certainly draw you!

colorful animals

On the edge of the forest, perched on a stump, the frog Pryg-Skok sat and painted with a brush on canvas a butterfly that swayed on a camomile. He painted and sang.
Heard the song of the frog Hare, looked out from behind the birch and ran out to the edge. Little Bear stuck his muzzle out of the bushes - and also hobbled towards the frog.
- How beautiful! - Bear cub sighed, looking at the picture. - I can not do that.
- And you, little frog, did you study somewhere ... as an artist? - asked the Little Bear.
- Not. I was born like that, - answered the frog. - Do you like ... a butterfly in my picture?
- She ... is so ... pink ... And therefore beautiful ... - said the Hare. - Now, if I were so pink, then I would probably also be considered the most beautiful Bunny in the world!
- And I would like to be ... half green and half blue, - Bear cub said dreamily - Then I would also become the most famous Bear cub in our forest!
- Here's a wack! - the frog was surprised. “If that’s all it is, then I’m willing to help you. I have brushes, there are also paints. The frog took two brushes in its paws and set to work. - Why are you pink? - gasped the Little Bear and stroked the Hare on the head.
- And you, too... how much... green-blue... Well, just quite... blue-green! - praised the Hare and stroked the Bear cub on the back.
When the Little Bear looked into his lair, Mother Bear, who was cooking dinner, even dropped her pail from fright on the floor.
What kind of animal is this? she growled.
- I'm not a beast ... I'm ... a bear cub ... - a plaintive answer was heard.
- My son ... brown, not so ... multi-colored! Get out while you're still alive! - Bear threatened with a poker.
The Little Bear ran away and met a sad Hare in the forest.
Mom didn't recognize me! - whimpered the Hare.
- And me ... too ... - Bear cub waved his paw. Above the forest, riding on a cloud, the sun rolled out. It yawned, fluffed up the cloud like a pillow, closed its eyes, and went to sleep. It immediately became dark and scary.
- What do we do? - asked the Hare.
- Spa-a-at ... - Bear cub yawned and lay down in a ball under a birch. He lay down and snored right away. The hare put a bunch of red leaves at the head of the head and began to look through the long branches as the cheerful yellow moon pulls the silver strings hanging from the extinguished stars. The month will pull by the thread - the asterisk will ring and flash ... The Hare looked and looked - and fell asleep.
In the morning, Hare and Bear cub woke up and ran to the stream to wash. They see: the bridge over the stream is broken.
"Let's fix the bridge," suggested Little Bear.
- Did we break it? - asked the Hare.
- It does not matter. We will fix it - and it will be useful to someone.

» Multicolored animals. Plyatskovsky Mikhail Spartakovich

On the edge of the forest, perched on a stump, the frog Pryg-Skok sat and painted with a brush on canvas a butterfly that swayed on a camomile.

He painted and sang.

Heard the song of the frog Hare, looked out from behind the birch and ran out to the edge. Little Bear stuck his muzzle out of the bushes - and also hobbled towards the frog.

How beautiful! - Hare praised, looking at the picture. - I can not do that.
- And you, little frog, did you study somewhere ... as an artist? - asked the Little Bear.

- Not. I was born like that, - answered the frog. - Do you like ... a butterfly in my picture?
- She is ... so ... pink ... And therefore beautiful ... - said the Hare. - Now, if I were so pink, then I would probably also be considered the most beautiful Bunny in the world!
- And I would like to be ... half green and half blue, - Bear cub said dreamily. - Then I would also become the most famous Bear cub in our forest!
- Here's a wack! - the frog was surprised. “If that’s all it is, then I’m willing to help you. I have brushes, there are also paints.
The frog took two brushes in its paws and set to work.

Why are you pink? - gasped the Little Bear and stroked the Hare on the head.
- And you, too ... what a ... green-blue ... Well, just completely ... blue-green! - praised the Hare and stroked the Bear cub on the back.

When the Bear Cub looked into his lair, Mother Bear, who was cooking dinner, even dropped her pail from fright on the floor.
What kind of animal is this? she growled.
- I'm not a beast ... I'm ... a bear cub ... - a plaintive answer was heard.

My son ... brown, not so ... multi-colored! Get out while still intact! - Bear threatened with a poker.
The Little Bear ran away and met a sad Hare in the forest.
Mom didn't recognize me! - whimpered the Hare.
- And me ... too ... - Bear cub waved his paw.

Above the forest, riding on a cloud, the sun rolled out. It yawned, fluffed up the cloud like a pillow, closed its eyes, and went to sleep. It immediately became dark and scary.
- What do we do? - asked the Hare.
- Spa-a-at ... - Bear cub yawned and lay down in a ball under a birch. He lay down - and sniffed immediately.

The hare put a bunch of red leaves at the head of the head and began to look through the long branches as the cheerful yellow moon pulls the silver strings hanging from the extinguished stars. The month will pull by the thread - the asterisk will ring and and it will flare up ... The Hare looked and looked - and fell asleep.
In the morning, Hare and Bear cub woke up and ran to the stream to wash. They see: the bridge over the stream is broken.
"Let's fix the bridge," suggested Little Bear.
- Did we break it? - asked the Hare.
- It does not matter. We will fix it - and it will be useful to someone.
- I don't mind ... I - like you ... - agreed the Hare.

While they were repairing the bridge, while they were busy in the stream, all the paint was washed off - and a multi-colored stream ran through the forest.

A frog galloped over the bridge and praised:
What a beautiful bridge!
Behind him, the Bear stomped along the bridge and boomed:
- Pr-r-great bridge!
- It's me... It's me... It's us... it was repaired! - the Little Bear shouted joyfully and rushed into the arms of Mother Bear.

Mother Bear caressed Bear cub:
- Clever!
- And I? - asked the Hare.
- And you ... well done! - said the frog and shook the hare's paw.
- Mom, how did you recognize me today? After all, I’m blue-green ... no, green-si ... - the Bear cub was surprised.
- You are an ordinary ... brown, - my mother smiled.
- Indeed, - the Hare scratched the back of his head. You are completely brown...
- And you ... are not pink at all, but ... gray ... - Bear cub noticed, looking at the Hare.
- The stream has washed you! - explained the frog Jump-Skok.
Mama Bear said:
- Now you have become famous throughout our forest ... When someone passes over this bridge, they will definitely thank the Hare and the Bear cub who repaired it ...

You see, in order to become famous, it is not necessary to be ... colorful! - added the frog. - Come to visit me, and I will certainly draw you!

Mikhail Plyatskovsky

colorful animals

On the edge of the forest, perched on a stump, the frog Pryg-Skok sat and drew a butterfly on the canvas with a brush, which swayed on a chamomile. He painted and sang.

Heard the song of the frog Hare, looked out from behind the birch and ran out to the edge. Little Bear stuck his muzzle out of the bushes - and also hobbled towards the frog.

How beautiful - the Little Bear sighed, looking at the picture. - I can not do that.

And you, little frog, did you study somewhere ... to become an artist? - asked the Little Bear.

No. I was born like that, - answered the frog. - Do you like ... a butterfly in my picture?

She is ... so ... pink ... And therefore beautiful ... - said the Hare. - Now, if I were so pink, then I would probably also be considered the most beautiful Bunny in the world!

And I would like to be ... half green and half blue, - Bear cub said dreamily. - Then I would also become the most famous Bear cub in our forest?

Here's a wow? - the frog was surprised. “If that’s all it is, then I’m willing to help you. I have brushes, there are also paints.

The frog took two brushes in its paws and set to work.

Why are you pink? - gasped the Little Bear and stroked the Hare on the head.

And you, too ... how much ... green-blue ... Well, just completely ... blue-green? - praised the Hare and stroked the Bear cub on the back.

When the Bear Cub looked into his lair, Mother Bear, who was cooking dinner, even dropped her pail from fright on the floor.

What kind of animal is this? she growled.

I'm not a beast ... I'm ... a bear cub ... - a plaintive answer was heard.

My son ... brown, not so ... colorful! Get out while still intact! - Bear threatened with a poker.

The Little Bear ran away and met a sad Hare in the forest.

Mom didn't recognize me? - whimpered the Hare.

And me ... too ... - Bear cub waved his paw. Above the forest, riding on a cloud, the sun rolled out. It yawned, fluffed up the cloud like a pillow, closed its eyes, and went to sleep. It immediately became dark and scary.

What do we do? - asked the Hare.

Spa-a-at ... - Bear cub yawned and lay down in a ball under a birch. He lay down and snored right away.

The hare put a bunch of red leaves at the head of the head and began to look through the long branches as the cheerful yellow moon pulls the silver strings hanging from the extinguished stars. The month will pull by the thread - the asterisk will ring and flare up ... The Hare looked and looked - and fell asleep.

In the morning, Hare and Bear cub woke up and ran to the stream to wash. They see: the bridge over the stream is broken.

Let's fix the bridge, - offered the Little Bear.

Did we break it? - asked the Hare.

It does not matter. We will fix it - and it will be useful to someone.

I don’t mind ... I’m like you ... - the Hare agreed.

While they were repairing the bridge, while they were busy in the stream, all the paint was washed off - and a multi-colored stream ran through the forest.

A frog galloped over the bridge and praised:

What a beautiful bridge!

Behind him, the Bear stomped along the bridge and boomed:

Pr-r-great bridge!

It's me... It's me... It's us... fixed it! - the Little Bear shouted joyfully and rushed into the arms of Mother Bear.

Mother Bear caressed Bear cub:

Good girl!

And I? - asked the Hare.

And you ... well done! - Said the frog and shook the Hare's paw.

Mom, how did you recognize me today? After all, I'm blue-ash ... no, green - Xi. . . - the Little Bear was surprised.

You are ordinary ... brown, - my mother smiled.

Indeed, - the Hare scratched the back of his head. You are completely brown...

And you ... are not pink at all, but ... gray ... - the Bear cub noticed, looking at the Hare.

The stream washed you! - explained the frog Jump-Skok. Mama Bear said:

Now you have become famous throughout our forest... When someone crosses this bridge, they will definitely thank the Hare and the Bear cub who fixed it...

You see, in order to become famous, it is not necessary to be ... colorful! - added the frog, - Come to visit me, and I will certainly draw you!

On the edge of the forest, perched on a stump, the frog Pryg-Skok sat and painted with a brush on canvas a butterfly that swayed on a camomile. He painted and sang.

Heard the song of the frog Hare, looked out from behind the birch and ran out to the edge. Little Bear stuck his muzzle out of the bushes - and also hobbled towards the frog.

“How beautiful,” Little Bear sighed, looking at the picture. - I can not do that.

- And you, frog, did you study somewhere ... to become an artist? asked Little Bear.

- Not. I was born like this, - answered the frog. “Do you like… the butterfly in my picture?”

- She is ... so ... pink ... And therefore beautiful ... - said the Hare. - Now, if I were so pink, then I would probably also be considered the most beautiful Bunny in the world!

“And I would like to be… half green and half blue,” Little Bear said dreamily. “Then I would also become the most famous Little Bear in our forest?”

- Is that a quack? - the frog was surprised. “If that’s all it is, then I’m willing to help you. I have brushes, there are also paints.

The frog took two brushes in its paws and set to work.

Why are you pink? - gasped the Little Bear and stroked the Hare on the head.

– And you, too… what a… green-blue… Well, just quite… blue-green! - praised the Hare and stroked the Bear cub on the back.

When the Bear Cub looked into his lair, Mother Bear, who was cooking dinner, even dropped her pail from fright on the floor.

“What kind of animal is this?” she growled.

- I'm not a beast ... I'm ... a bear cub ... - a plaintive answer was heard.

- My son ... brown, not so ... multi-colored! Get out while still intact! - Bear threatened with a poker.

The Little Bear ran away and met a sad Hare in the forest.

Mom didn't recognize me! - whimpered the Hare.

- And me ... too ... - Bear cub waved his paw. Above the forest, riding on a cloud, the sun rolled out. It yawned, fluffed up the cloud like a pillow, closed its eyes, and went to sleep. It immediately became dark and scary.

- What do we do? asked the Hare.

- Spa-a-at ... - Bear cub yawned and lay down in a ball under a birch. He lay down and snored right away.

The hare put a bunch of red leaves at the head of the head and began to look through the long branches as the cheerful yellow moon pulls the silver strings hanging from the extinguished stars. A month will pull by the thread - the asterisk will ring and flash ... The Hare looked and looked - and fell asleep.

In the morning, Hare and Bear cub woke up and ran to the stream to wash. They see: the bridge over the stream is broken.

“Let’s fix the bridge,” Little Bear suggested.

- Did we break it? asked the Hare.

- It does not matter. We will fix it - and it will be useful to someone.

- I don’t mind ... I’m like you ... - the Hare agreed.

While they were repairing the bridge, while they were fiddling in the stream, all the paint was washed off - and a multi-colored stream ran through the forest.

A frog galloped over the bridge and praised:

What a beautiful bridge!

Behind him, the Bear stomped along the bridge and boomed:

“Pr-r-great bridge!”

“It’s me… It’s me… It’s us… we fixed it!” - the Little Bear shouted joyfully and rushed into the arms of Mother Bear.

Mother Bear caressed Bear cub:

- Clever!

- And I? asked the Hare.

- And you ... well done! - said the frog and shook the hare's paw.

“Mom, how did you recognize me today?” After all, I’m blue-ash ... no, green-blue ... - the Bear cub was surprised.

- You are an ordinary ... brown, - my mother smiled.

“Indeed,” the Hare scratched the back of his head. You are completely brown...

- And you ... are not pink at all, but ... gray ... - Bear cub noticed, looking at the Hare.

- The stream washed you! - explained the frog Jump-Skok. Mama Bear said:

- Now you have become famous throughout our forest ... When someone passes over this bridge, they will definitely say thanks to the Hare and the Bear cub, who repaired it ...

- You see, in order to become famous, it is not necessary to be ... multi-colored! - added the frog, - Come to visit me, and I will certainly draw you!