What a house at nuf nufa. Three Little Pigs (The Tale of Three Little Pigs). A fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it

Once upon a time there were three little pigs. Three brothers. All the same height
round, pink, with the same cheerful tails.
Even their names were similar. The pigs were called: Nif-Nif, Nuf-Nuf and
Naf-Naf. All summer they tumbled in the green grass, basked in the sun,
basked in the puddles.
But then autumn has come.
The sun was not so hot anymore, gray clouds stretched over
yellowed forest.
“It's time for us to think about winter,” Naf-Naf once said to his brothers,
waking up early in the morning. - I'm all shivering from the cold. We might catch a cold.
Let's build a house and spend the winter together under one warm roof.
But his brothers were reluctant to take the job. Much nicer in
the last warm days to walk and jump in the meadow than to dig the ground and drag
heavy stones.
- You will succeed! Winter is still far away. We will take a walk, - said Nif-Nif and
rolled over his head.
- When necessary, I will build myself a house, - said Nuf-Nuf and lay down in
puddle.
- Me too, - added Nif-Nif.
- Well, as you wish. Then I will be the only one to build a house for myself, - said Naf-Naf.
“I won't wait for you.
It got colder and colder every day.
But Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf were in no hurry. They didn't even want to think about work.
They lounged from morning to evening. All they did was play their
pig games, jumping and somersaulting.
- Today we will take a walk, - they said, - and tomorrow morning we will take
for the cause.
But the next day they said the same thing.
And only when a large puddle by the road began to cover in the morning
with a thin crust of ice, the lazy brothers finally got down to work.
Nif-Nif decided that it was easier and more likely to make a house out of straw. Not with
without consulting anyone, he did so. By evening, his hut was
ready.
Nif-Nif put the last straw on the roof and, very pleased with his
house, sang merrily:

You can go around half the world
You will bypass, you will bypass,
You can't find a better home
You will not find, you will not find!

Singing this song, he went to Nuf-Nuf.
Nuf-Nuf was also building a house for himself nearby.
He tried to end this boring and uninteresting business as soon as possible.
At first, just like his brother, he wanted to build himself a house of straw. But after
decided that it would be very cold in such a house in winter. The house will be stronger and
warmer if it is built from branches and thin twigs.
And so he did.
He drove stakes into the ground, intertwined them with twigs, piled dry
leaves, and by evening the house was ready.
Nuf-Nuf proudly walked around him several times and sang:

I have a nice home
New home, solid home
I'm not afraid of rain and thunder
Rain and thunder, rain and thunder!

Before he had time to finish the song, Nif-Nif ran out from behind a bush.
- Well, your house is ready! - said Nif-Nif to his brother. - I said that we
and we alone will cope with this matter! Now we are free and we can do whatever
we like it!
- Let's go to Naf-Naf and see what kind of house he built for himself! - said
Nuf-Nuf. - Something we have not seen for a long time!
- Let's go and see! - agreed Nif-Nif.
And both brothers, very pleased that they don't need anything else
take care, hid behind the bushes.
Naf-Naf has been busy building for several days. He trained
stones, mixed clay and now slowly built for himself a reliable, lasting house, in
which could be sheltered from wind, rain and frost.
He made a heavy oak door with a bolt in the house to keep the wolf out of
the neighboring forest could not climb to it.
Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf found my brother at work.
- What are you building? - the surprised Nif-Nif and
Nuf-Nuf. - What is this, a house for a pig or a fortress?
- The pig's house must be a fortress! - Naf-Naf answered them calmly,
continuing to work.
- Are you going to fight with someone? - grunt cheerfully Nif-Nif
and winked at Nuf-Nufu.
And both brothers were so amused that their screeching and grunting echoed far away
across the lawn.
And Naf-Naf, as if nothing had happened, continued to lay the stone wall of his
at home, purring a song under his breath:

I, of course, are smarter than everyone,
All smarter, smarter than all!
I build a house of stones
From stones, from stones!
No beast in the world
Will not burst through this door
Into this door, this door!

What animal is he talking about? - asked Nif-Nif at Nuf-Nuf.
- What animal are you talking about? - asked Nuf-Nuf to Naf-Naf.
- This is me about the wolf! - answered Naf-Naf and laid another stone.
- Look how he is afraid of the wolf! - said Nif-Nif.
“He’s afraid of being eaten!” - added Nuf-Nuf.
And the brothers were even more amused.
- What kind of wolves can there be? - said Nif-Nif.
- There are no wolves! He's just a coward! - added Nuf-Nuf.
And they both began to dance and sing:

We are not afraid of the gray wolf,
Gray wolf, gray wolf!
Where do you go, stupid wolf,
Old wolf, dire wolf?

And suddenly they saw a real living wolf!
He was standing behind a large tree, and he had such a terrible look, such
evil eyes and such a toothy mouth that Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf have on their backs
a chill ran and the thin tails trembled finely, finely.
The poor piglets could not even move with fear.
The wolf prepared to jump, snapped his teeth, blinked his right eye, but
the pigs suddenly came to their senses and, screaming at the whole forest, rushed to their heels.
They have never had to run so fast!
Flashing heels and raising clouds of dust, the pigs rushed each to their own
home.
Nif-Nif was the first to reach his thatched hut and barely had time to
slam the door in front of the wolf's nose.
- Now open the door! the wolf growled. - Otherwise I'll break it!
- No, - grunt Nif-Nif, - I will not open!
The breath of a terrible beast could be heard outside the door.
- Now open the door! the wolf growled again. - Otherwise, I'll blow it like that,
that your whole house will fly apart!
But Nif-Nif, out of fear, could no longer answer.
Then the wolf began to blow: "F-f-f-oo-oo-oo-oo!"
Straws flew from the roof of the house, the walls of the house shook.
The wolf took another deep breath and blew for the second time: "F-f-f-oo-oo-oo-oo!"
When the wolf blew for the third time, the house flew in all directions, as if
a hurricane hit him.
The wolf snapped its teeth in front of the little piglet's snout. But
Nif-Nif deftly dodged and started to run. In a minute he was already at the door
Nuf-Nufa.
The brothers barely had time to lock themselves up when they heard the voice of the wolf:
- Well, now I will eat you both!
Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf looked frightened at each other. But the wolf is very
tired and therefore decided to go for a trick.
- I changed my mind! - he said so loudly that he could be heard in the house. - I AM
I will not eat these skinny pigs! I'd rather go home!
- You heard? - asked Nif-Nif at Nuf-Nuf. - He said he won't
we are! We're skinny!
- It is very good! - said Nuf-Nuf and immediately stopped trembling.
The brothers became happy, and they sang as if nothing had happened:

We are not afraid of the gray wolf,
Gray wolf, gray wolf!
Where do you go, stupid wolf,
Old wolf, dire wolf?

And the wolf did not even think to go anywhere. He just stepped aside and
lurked. He was very funny. He could hardly restrain himself so as not to
burst out laughing. How cleverly he tricked two stupid little pigs!
When the piglets had completely calmed down, the wolf took a sheep's skin and carefully
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At the door, he covered himself with a skin and knocked softly.
Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf were very scared when they heard a knock.
- Who's there? they asked, and their tails began to shake again.
- It's me-me-me - poor little lamb! - squeaked in a thin, strange voice
Wolf. - Let me spend the night, I strayed from the herd and was very tired!
- Start up? - the kind Nif-Nif asked the brother.
- You can let the sheep go! - agreed Nuf-Nuf. - The sheep is not a wolf!
But when the pigs opened the door, they saw not a lamb, but all that
the same toothy wolf. The brothers slammed the door and leaned on it with all their might,
so that the terrible beast could not break into them.
The wolf got very angry. He did not manage to outwit the piglets! He dropped
off a sheep's skin and growled:
- Well, wait a minute! Nothing will be left of this house now!
And he began to blow. The house is slightly askew. The wolf blew a second, then
the third, then the fourth time.
Leaves flew from the roof, the walls shook, but the house was still standing.
And, only when the wolf blew for the fifth time, the house staggered and collapsed.
The door alone stood for some time in the midst of the ruins.
In horror, the piglets rushed to run. Their legs were taken away from fear,
every bristle trembled, noses were dry. The brothers rushed to the house of Naf-Naf.
The wolf caught up with them in huge leaps. One time he almost grabbed
Nif-Nifa by the hind leg, but he pulled it back in time and added speed.
The wolf pressed on too. He was sure that this time the pigs from him were not
run away.
But he was unlucky again.
The piglets quickly rushed past the large apple tree without even hitting it. A
the wolf did not have time to turn and ran into an apple tree, which showered him with apples.
One hard apple hit him between the eyes. The big bump jumped at the wolf
on the forehead.
And Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf, neither alive nor dead, ran up to the house at that time
Naf-Nafa.
The brother quickly let them into the house. The poor pigs were so scared that
could not say anything. They silently threw themselves under the bed and hid there.
Naf-Naf immediately guessed that a wolf was chasing them. But he had nothing to fear
in his stone house. He quickly bolted the door, sat down on
a stool and sang loudly:

No beast in the world
Sly beast, terrible beast,
Won't open this door
This door, this door!

But just then there was a knock on the door.
- Who's knocking? - Naf-Naf asked in a calm voice.
- Open without talking! - came the rough voice of the wolf.
- No matter how it is! And I won't think about it! - answered Naf-Naf in a firm voice.
- Ah well! Well, hold on! Now I will eat all three!
- Try! - answered from behind the door Naf-Naf, without even getting up from his
stools.
He knew that he and his brothers had nothing to fear in a solid stone house.
Then the wolf sucked in as much air and blew as it could!
But no matter how much he blew, not even a single smallest stone
moved.
The wolf turned blue from the strain.
The house stood like a fortress. Then the wolf began to shake the door. But the door is also not
gave in.
Out of anger, the wolf began to scratch the walls of the house with its claws and gnaw stones, from
which they were folded, but he only broke off his claws and ruined his teeth.
The hungry and angry wolf had no choice but to get away.
But then he raised his head and suddenly noticed a large, wide pipe on
roof.
- Aha! It’s through this pipe that I’ll make my way into the house! - the wolf was delighted.
He carefully climbed onto the roof and listened. The house was quiet.
"I will still have a fresh piglet today!" - thought the wolf and,
licking his lips, climbed into the pipe.
But, as soon as he began to go down the pipe, the pigs heard a rustle. A
when soot began to pour on the boiler lid, the clever Naf-Naf immediately guessed that
what's the matter.
He quickly rushed to the cauldron, in which water was boiling on the fire, and tore off
cover it.
- Welcome! - said Naf-Naf and winked at his brothers.
Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf have already completely calmed down and, smiling happily,
looked at their smart and brave brother.
The piglets didn't have to wait long. Black as a chimney sweep wolf
flopped right into the boiling water.
Never before had it hurt him so much!
His eyes bulged out onto his forehead, all his fur stood on end.
With a wild roar, the scalded wolf flew into the chimney back to the roof,
rolled down it to the ground, rolled over four times over his head, rode
on its tail, past the locked door and rushed into the forest.
And three brothers, three little pigs, looked after him and rejoiced,
that they so cleverly taught the evil robber.
And then they sang their merry song:

You can go around half the world
You will bypass, you will bypass,
You can't find a better home
You will not find, you will not find!

No beast in the world
Sly beast, terrible beast,
Won't open this door
This door, this door!

The wolf from the forest never
Never never
Will not come back to us here,
To us here, to us here!

From that time on, the brothers began to live together, under one roof.
That's all we know about the three little pigs - Nif-Nifa, Nuf-Nufa
and Naf-Nafa.

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In a magical and such a bewitching world of a kind children's fairy tale, real images are intertwined with fantastic ones, only here good always triumphs over evil, everyone lives happily ever after. It is with the help of this magical world that it is easiest to form the correct concepts of kindness, truth, loyalty and love in a child. Childhood would not have been so amazing without fairy tales. Without fairy tales, it simply loses its attractiveness and magic.

A good fairy tale never dies. It is passed from mouth to mouth, slightly changing, but still carries a spark of kindness into the open hearts of babies.

One of the most famous fairy tales in the world is the English folk tale "The Three Little Pigs". Yes, this is exactly an English fairy tale, although many mistakenly consider it to be Slavic folklore. Interestingly, some sources attribute the authorship of this work to specific individuals, and not only the English. To whom? We will find out now.

Three brothers-pigs - Nif-Nif, Nuf-Nuf and Naf-Naf - had a fun summer, walking a lot, wallowing in the grass and enjoying the sunshine. But the clever Naf-Naf at the end of the summer reminded the brothers that it was time to think about a dwelling for the winter. Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf were too lazy to start building a house for themselves, they still enjoyed a carefree life, while the smart Naf-Naf was already working on the dwelling. With the first frost, they set to work. Nif-Nif built himself a frail house of straw, and Nuf-Nuf's dwelling was made of thin rods. Such huts could not protect not only from the winter cold, but also from the wolf, who so wanted to eat these pink and plump pigs. He had no problems blowing away (and thereby destroying) the thatched house of Nif-Nif, which later tried to hide in a dwelling made of twigs of Nuf-Nuf. But this house was also destroyed. Only thanks to the fact that Naf-Naf built a house of stone, the pigs were able to defend themselves from the evil wolf, but he tried to climb through the chimney, but still good defeated evil, and the pigs survived.

A burning question of authorship

I wonder who is the real author? "Three Little Pigs" and authorship are widely discussed today. After all, many people know this tale from childhood, as it belongs to one of the easiest to understand. It is to the taste of even the smallest children, therefore it is often called Russian folk. But for Russian children, not so long ago, parents began to read "Three Little Pigs". The author of the book with the translation of this English tale is none other than the famous Sergei Mikhalkov. Interestingly, his version is slightly different from the original. After all, only the Russian version of the tale tells that smart pigs just taught the wolf a lesson. If we compare this tale with the source, that is, with the original work "Three Little Pigs" (the author of the tale is the people), then there the arrogant wolf was boiled by cunning pigs in a boiler when he tried to get through the chimney into the house of Naf-Naf.

Such cruelty of the folklore version is inherent not only in this particular fairy tale, in the original many works (not only English, but also of other peoples) were quite cruel, but after they were changed and modernized to the kind in which they have already come to us. And thus, the three little pigs (the author of the English tale is the English people) no longer became so bloodthirsty and did not boil the wolf, but simply let go.

A little more about the Russian version of the tale

Mikhalkov is an excellent author. Three Little Pigs is a fairy tale that he translated back in 1936. It was then that the "Tale of the Three Little Pigs" was published under his name, which immediately became beloved and widely known. It is interesting that not only this was created on the basis of another fictional story (history, fairy tale), but he knew how to add such colors to them, after which the heroes came to life in a new way.

Mikhalkov's tale was translated into English

An interesting historical fact is that it was the version of the work "Three Little Pigs" (the author of the tale is Mikhalkov) that was published in 1968 in England. It is noteworthy that the original source for this translation was the German edition of Mikhalkov's Three Little Pigs, which was published in 1966. This fact confirms that Mikhalkov really created this tale, that is, he is the author. "Three Little Pigs" is a work that many attribute to his pen. As a last resort, he is the author of the most popular and interesting version of this tale.

More options for possible authors

Who wrote the fairy tale "Three Little Pigs"? English author or not? You can hear such an answer, according to which the brothers Grimm are still considered the authors of this tale. But this is absolutely the wrong answer. Confirmation of this can be found in the book "Nursery Rhymes and Stories" (this is where the first printed version of this tale entered), which was published in London back in 1843. At this time, the Brothers Grimm were already well known and would hardly have allowed this work to be printed under their own name. On the other hand, it doesn't matter at all who the author is, "Three Little Pigs" is just a great fairy tale.

Interpretation of a fairy tale in cartoons

Nif-Nif, Nuf-Nuf and Naf-Naf were so fond of children that their story was even filmed in cartoons. The most famous options for us are, of course, Disney and from the Soyuzmultfilm studio. And here the question of who wrote the tale "The Three Little Pigs" is no longer important. The author of each individual adaptation made his own adjustments, thereby slightly changing the tale, making it more interesting for children. The main thing is that, despite the fact that both versions of the tale were filmed in the last century, they still remain interesting for new generations.

The tale that became the basis of Tax Avery's provocative cartoon

The world famous cartoonist Tax Avery has managed to give a new meaning to a children's fairy tale. In his cartoon version of the cartoon, which was created during the Second World War, the image of Hitler was thus "an evil and terrible gray wolf". The "countries" that have agreed to sign a non-aggression pact are stupid Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf. And only "Captain Pig" was preparing for a possible attack by the "wolf". So we can say that Tex Avery is also the one who wrote The Three Little Pigs. The author here was just creating a story for adults, not for children. After he wrote the continuation of this story "pigs".

A fairy tale worth reading to children

In this tale we have good and bad heroes. Kind, of course, piglets, we sympathize with them. After all, the evil wolf wants to eat them. But the pigs are also stupid (Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf), because they hope that the puny little houses will save them, and if it were not for the smart Naf-Naf, they would not have survived. Only by uniting, the brothers were able to defeat the wolf, and even teach him a lesson so that he would never try to feast on them again.

Although this fairy tale is considered by many to be primitive, but still this is exactly the work that is worth telling to children of the whole world. After all, regardless of who wrote "Three Little Pigs", the author wanted to convey the main point - you must always prepare for the "winter" on time, that is, be ready for bad times and start preparing in advance, and the family is the main value, only together with the family you can even defeat the "wolf". Indeed, only in the form of a fairy tale can such serious life concepts be conveyed to young children, and only in this form will they be perceived by them. It is important to correctly answer the children to the questions that they can ask after listening to or reading this work, so that they understand the whole point. And it is better to give the kids the option in which the wolf is not killed, because after that the pigs (like heroes) already cease to be kind. Better to let them only punish him for their desire to eat them, because this is a wrong act. And young parents should not be lazy to repeat this particular tale. If the baby is interested in it, it means that he really likes it.

A fairy tale is the simplest form of transferring wisdom and experience from generation to generation; it is our heritage, which we must preserve for future generations, who, perhaps, will understand everything in their own way and will also ask themselves who wrote the fairy tale "Three Little Pigs". The author of such a question will already receive a completely different answer, the essence of which is that the author of this tale is the people of the whole world, because generation after generation has modernized and improved it.

Well or, there were three little pigs in the world. Three brothers. All of the same height, round, pink, with the same cheerful tails.
Even their names were similar. The names of the pigs were: Nif-Nif, Nuf-Nuf and Naf-Naf.
All summer the pigs tumbled in the green grass, basked in the sun, basked in the puddles.
But then autumn has come. The sun was no longer so hot, gray clouds stretched over the yellowed forest.
“It's time for us to think about winter,” Naf-Naf once said to his brothers, waking up early in the morning. - I'm all shivering from the cold. We might catch a cold. Let's build a house and spend the winter together under one warm roof.
But his brothers did not want to take the job. It is much more pleasant to walk and jump in the meadow on the last warm days than to dig the ground and carry heavy stones.
- You will succeed! Winter is still far away. We will take a walk, - said Nif-Nif and rolled over his head.
- When necessary, I will build myself a house, - said Nuf-Nuf and lay down in a puddle.
- Me too, - added Nif-Nif.
- Well, as you wish. Then I will be the only one to build a house for myself, - said Naf-Naf. “I won't wait for you.
It got colder and colder every day. Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf were in no hurry. All they did was play their pig games, jump and tumble.
“We’ll take a walk today,” they said, “and tomorrow morning we’ll get down to business.”
But the next day they said the same thing.
It got colder and colder every day. And only when a large puddle by the road began to be covered with a thin crust of ice in the morning, the lazy brothers finally got down to work.
Nif-Nif decided that it was easier and more likely to make a house out of straw. Without consulting anyone, he did so. By evening, his hut was ready.
Nif-Nif put the last straw on the roof and, very pleased with his little house, sang merrily:

You can go around half the world
You will bypass, you will bypass,
You can't find a better home
You will not find, you will not find!

Singing this song, he went to Nuf-Nuf.
Nuf-Nuf was also building a house for himself nearby.
He tried to end this boring and uninteresting business as soon as possible. At first, just like his brother, he wanted to build himself a house of straw. But then I decided that it would be very cold in such a house in winter. The house will be stronger and warmer if it is built with branches and thin rods.
And so he did.
He drove stakes into the ground, intertwined them with twigs, piled dry leaves on the roof, and by evening the house was ready. Nuf-Nuf proudly walked around him several times and sang:

I have a nice home
New home, solid home
I'm not afraid of rain and thunder
Rain and thunder, rain and thunder!

Before he had time to finish the song, Nif-Nif ran out from behind a bush.
- Well, your house is ready! - said Nif-Nif to his brother. - I said that we will quickly deal with this case! Now we are free and can do whatever we want!
- Let's go to Naf-Naf and see what kind of house he built for himself! - said Nuf-Nuf. - Something we have not seen for a long time!
- Let's go and see! - agreed Nif-Nif.
And both brothers, very pleased that they did not need to worry about anything else, they hid behind the bushes.
Naf-Naf has been busy building for several days. He brought in stones, mixed clay, and now he was slowly building himself a reliable, durable house in which he could hide from the wind, rain and frost.
He made a heavy oak door with a bolt in the house so that a wolf from a nearby forest could not climb up to it.
Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf found my brother at work.
- What are you building? - surprised Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf shouted in one voice.
- What is this, a house for a pig or a fortress?
- The pig's house must be a fortress! - Naf-Naf answered them calmly, continuing to work.
- Are you going to fight with someone? - cheerfully grunt Nif-Nif and winked at Nuf-Nuf.
And both brothers were so amused that their squeals and grunts echoed far across the lawn.
And Naf-Naf, as if nothing had happened, continued to lay the stone wall of his house, purring a song under his breath:

No beast in the world
Will not burst through this door

Will not burst through this door!

I, of course, are smarter than everyone,
All smarter, smarter than all!
I build a house of stones
From stones, from stones!

What animal is he talking about? - asked Nif-Nif at Nuf-Nuf.
- What animal are you talking about? - asked Nuf-Nuf to Naf-Naf.
- This is me about the wolf! - answered Naf-Naf and laid another stone.
- Look how he is afraid of the wolf! - said Nif-Nif.
- What kind of wolves can there be? - said Nif-Nif.
- There are no wolves! He's just a coward! - added Nuf-Nuf.
And they both began to dance and sing:

We are not afraid of the gray wolf,
Gray wolf, gray wolf!
Where do you go, stupid wolf,
Old wolf, dire wolf?

They wanted to tease Naf-Naf, but he did not even turn around.
- Let's go, Nuf-Nuf, - said then Nif-Nif. - We have nothing to do here!
And the two brave brothers went for a walk. On the way, they sang and danced, and when they entered the forest, they made such a noise that they woke up the wolf who was sleeping under the pine tree.
- What's that noise? - the angry and hungry wolf grumbled with displeasure and galloped to the place from where the screeching and grunting of two small, stupid pigs could be heard.
- Well, what wolves there can be! - said at this time Nif-Nif, who saw wolves only in pictures.
- Here we grab his nose, he will know! - added Nuf-Nuf, who also never saw a live wolf.
- We'll knock down, and even tie, and even with our feet like this, like this! - boasted Nif-Nif.
And suddenly they saw a real living wolf!
He was standing behind a large tree, and he had such a terrible look, such evil eyes and such a toothy mouth that a chill ran down the backs of Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf and their thin tails trembled finely. The poor piglets could not even move with fear.
The wolf prepared to jump, snapped his teeth, blinked his right eye, but the pigs suddenly came to their senses and, screeching across the forest, rushed to their heels. They have never had to run so fast! Flashing with their heels and raising clouds of dust, they rushed each to his own house.
Nif-Nif was the first to run to his thatched hut and barely had time to slam the door in front of the wolf's very nose.
- Now open the door! the wolf growled. - Otherwise I'll break it!
- No, - grunt Nif-Nif, - I will not open!
The breath of a terrible beast could be heard outside the door.
- Now open the door! the wolf growled again. - Otherwise, I'll blow it so that your whole house will scatter!
But Nif-Nif, out of fear, could no longer answer. Then the wolf began to blow: "F-f-f-oo-oo-oo-oo."
Straws flew from the roof of the house, the walls of the house shook.
The wolf took another deep breath and blew for the second time: "F-f-f-oo-oo-oo."
When the wolf blew for the third time, the house flew in all directions, as if a hurricane had hit it. The wolf snapped its teeth in front of the little piglet's snout, but Nif-Nif deftly dodged and started to run. A minute later he was already at the door of Nuf-Nuf.
The brothers barely had time to lock themselves up when they heard the voice of the wolf:
- Well, now I will eat you both!
Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf looked frightened at each other. But the wolf was very tired and therefore decided to go for a trick.
- I changed my mind! - he said so loudly that he could be heard in the house. - I will not eat these skinny pigs! I'll go home!
- You heard? - asked Nif-Nif at Nuf-Nuf. - He said he won't eat us! We're skinny!
- It is very good! - said Nuf-Nuf and immediately stopped trembling.
The brothers became happy, and they sang as if nothing had happened:

We are not afraid of the gray wolf,
Gray wolf, gray wolf!
Where do you go, stupid wolf,
Old wolf, dire wolf?

And the wolf did not even think to leave. He just stepped aside and hid. He could hardly restrain himself so as not to burst out laughing. How cleverly I tricked two stupid little pigs!
When the piglets had completely calmed down, the wolf took a sheep's skin and carefully crept up to the house. At the door, he covered himself with a skin and knocked softly.
Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf were very scared.
- Who's there? they asked, and their tails began to shake again.
- It's me, poor little lamb! - the wolf squeaked in a thin, strange voice. - Let me spend the night, I strayed from the herd and was very, very tired!
- You can let the sheep go! - agreed Nuf-Nuf. - The sheep is not a wolf!
But when the piglets opened the door, they saw not a lamb, but the same toothy wolf. The brothers slammed the door and leaned on it with all their might so that the terrible beast could not break into them.
The wolf got very angry. He did not manage to outwit the piglets! He threw off his sheep's clothing and growled:
- Well, wait a minute! Nothing will be left of this house now!
And he began to blow. The house is slightly askew. The wolf blew a second, then a third, then a fourth time.
Leaves flew from the roof, the walls shook, but the house was still standing.
And, only when the wolf blew for the fifth time, the house staggered and collapsed. The door alone stood for some time in the midst of the ruins.
In horror, the piglets rushed to run. Their legs were taken away from fear, every bristle trembled, their noses were dry. The brothers rushed to the house of Naf-Naf.
The wolf caught up with them in huge leaps. Once he almost grabbed Nif-Nif by the hind leg, but he pulled it back in time and accelerated.
The wolf pressed on too. He was sure that this time the pigs would not run away from him.
But he was unlucky again.
The piglets quickly rushed past the large apple tree without even hitting it. And the wolf did not have time to turn and ran into an apple tree, which showered him with apples. One hard apple hit him between the eyes. A big bump jumped on the wolf's forehead.
And Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf, neither alive nor dead, ran up to the house of Naf-Naf at that time.
The brother let them into the house and quickly bolted the door. The poor pigs were so scared they couldn’t say anything.
They silently threw themselves under the bed and hid there. Naf-Naf immediately guessed that a wolf was chasing them. But he had nothing to fear in his stone house. He quickly bolted the door, sat down on a stool and began to sing:

No beast in the world
Sly beast, terrible beast,
Won't open this door
This door, this door!

But just then there was a knock on the door.
- Open without talking! - came the rough voice of the wolf.
- No matter how it is! And we will not think about it! - answered Naf-Naf in a firm voice.
- Ah well! Well, hold on! Now I will eat all three!
- Try! - answered from behind the door Naf-Naf, without even getting up from his stool. He knew that he and his brothers had nothing to fear in a solid stone house.
Then the wolf sucked in as much air and blew as it could! But, no matter how much he blew, not a single even the smallest stone budged.
The wolf turned blue from the strain.
The house stood like a fortress. Then the wolf began to shake the door. But the door didn't budge either.
The wolf began to scratch the walls of the house with its claws out of anger and gnaw the stones from which they were made, but he only broke off his claws and ruined his teeth. The hungry and angry wolf had no choice but to get away.
But then he raised his head and suddenly noticed a large, wide chimney on the roof.
- Aha! It’s through this pipe that I’ll make my way into the house! - the wolf was delighted.
He carefully climbed onto the roof and listened. The house was quiet.
"I will still have a fresh piglet today!" - thought the wolf and, licking his lips, climbed into the pipe.
But, as soon as he began to go down the pipe, the pigs heard a rustle.
And when soot began to pour on the roof of the boiler, the clever Naf-Naf immediately guessed what was the matter.
He quickly rushed to the cauldron, in which water was boiling on the fire, and tore off the lid from it.
- Welcome! - said Naf-Naf and winked at his brothers.
- The piglets didn't have to wait long. Black as a chimney sweep, the wolf flung himself into the cauldron.
Never before had it hurt him so much!
His eyes bulged out onto his forehead, all his fur stood on end.
With a wild roar, the scalded wolf flew back to the roof, rolled down it to the ground, rolled four times over its head, and rushed into the forest.
And three brothers, three little pigs, looked after him and were glad that they had so cleverly taught the evil robber a lesson.

No beast in the world
Won't open this door
Sly, scary, scary beast,
Will not open this door!

You can go around half the world
You will bypass, you will bypass,
You can't find a better home
You will not find, you will not find!

The wolf from the forest never
Never never
Will not come back to us here,
To us here, to us here!

From that time on, the brothers began to live together, under one roof.
That's all we know about the three little pigs - Nif-Nifa, Nuf-Nufa and Naf-Nafa.

» Three Little Pigs (The Tale of the Three Little Pigs)

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"The Tale of the Three Little Pigs" as retold by S. Mikhalkov

or - there were three little pigs in the world. Three brothers.
All of the same height, round, pink, with the same cheerful tails. Even their names were similar. The names of the pigs were: Nif-Nif, Nuf-Nuf and Naf-Naf.

All summer they tumbled in the green grass, basked in the sun, basked in the puddles.
But then autumn has come.
The sun was no longer so hot, gray clouds stretched over the yellowed forest.

It's time for us to think about winter, ”Naf-Naf once said to his brothers, waking up early in the morning. - I'm all shivering from the cold. We might catch a cold. Let's build a house and spend the winter together under one warm roof.
But his brothers were reluctant to take the job. It is much more pleasant to walk and jump in the meadow on the last warm days than to dig the ground and carry heavy stones.
- You will succeed! Winter is still far away. We will take a walk, - said Nif-Nif and rolled over his head.
- When necessary, I will build myself a house, - said Nuf-Nuf and lay down in a puddle.
- Me too, - added Nif-Nif.
- Well, as you wish. Then I will be the only one to build a house for myself, - said Naf-Naf. “I won't wait for you.
It got colder and colder every day. But Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf were in no hurry. They didn't even want to think about work. They lounged from morning to evening. All they did was play their pig games, jump and tumble.
“We’ll take a walk today,” they said, “and tomorrow morning we’ll get down to business.”
But the next day they said the same thing.
And only when a large puddle by the road began to be covered with a thin crust of ice in the morning, the lazy brothers finally got down to work.

Nif-Nif decided that it was easier and more likely to make a house out of straw. Without consulting anyone, he did so. By evening, his hut was ready.
Nif-Nif put the last straw on the roof and, very pleased with his little house, sang merrily:

You can go around half the world
You will bypass, you will bypass,
You can't find a better home
You will not find, you will not find!

He drove stakes into the ground, intertwined them with twigs, piled dry leaves on the roof, and by evening the house was ready.
Nuf-Nuf proudly walked around him several times and sang:

I have a nice home
New home, solid home
I'm not afraid of rain and thunder
Rain and thunder, rain and thunder!

And both brothers, very pleased that they didn’t have to worry about anything else, hid behind the bushes.
Naf-Naf has been busy building for several days. He brought in stones, mixed clay, and now he was slowly building himself a reliable, durable house in which he could hide from the wind, rain and frost.
He made a heavy oak door with a bolt in the house so that a wolf from a nearby forest could not climb up to it.
Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf found my brother at work.

What are you building? - surprised Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf shouted in one voice. - What is this, a house for a pig or a fortress?
- The pig's house must be a fortress! - Naf-Naf answered them calmly, continuing to work.
- Are you going to fight with someone? - cheerfully grunt Nif-Nif and winked at Nuf-Nuf.
And both brothers were so amused that their squeals and grunts echoed far across the lawn.
And Naf-Naf, as if nothing had happened, continued to lay the stone wall of his house, purring a song under his breath:

I, of course, are smarter than everyone,
All smarter, smarter than all!
I build a house of stones
From stones, from stones!
No beast in the world
Sly beast, terrible beast,
Will not burst through this door
Into this door, this door!

We are not afraid of the gray wolf,
Gray wolf, gray wolf!
Where do you go, stupid wolf,
Old wolf, dire wolf?

They wanted to tease Naf-Naf, but he did not even turn around.
- Let's go, Nuf-Nuf, - said then Nif-Nif. - We have nothing to do here!

And the two brave brothers went for a walk. On the way, they sang and danced, and when they entered the forest, they made such a noise that they woke up the wolf who was sleeping under the pine tree.

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"Three Little Pigs" is an English fairy tale, familiar to everyone from childhood. It tells about three piglets who build their own shelter in the forest before the onset of cold weather. Hardworking and judicious Naf-Naf builds a reliable dwelling of stones and clay long before the onset of winter. His brothers Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf build straw and wooden houses just before the cold weather. However, they could not resist the onslaught of the wolf. The brothers managed to take refuge with the prudent Naf-Naf in a stone house. The tale teaches hard work, rationality, patience, mutual assistance in difficult situations and the need to take care of the future.

Once upon a time there were three little pigs. Three brothers.

All of the same height, round, pink, with the same cheerful tails. Even their names were similar. The names of the pigs were: Nif-Nif, Nuf-Nuf and Naf-Naf.

All summer they tumbled in the green grass, basked in the sun, basked in the puddles.

But then autumn has come.

The sun was no longer so hot, gray clouds stretched over the yellowed forest.

“It's time for us to think about winter,” Naf-Naf once said to his brothers, waking up early in the morning. - I'm all shivering from the cold. We might catch a cold. Let's build a house and spend the winter together under one warm roof.

But his brothers were reluctant to take the job. It is much more pleasant to walk and jump in the meadow on the last warm days than to dig the ground and carry heavy stones.

- You will succeed! Winter is still far away. We will take a walk, - said Nif-Nif and rolled over his head.

- When necessary, I will build myself a house, - said Nuf-Nuf and lay down in a puddle.

- Well, as you wish. Then I will be the only one to build a house for myself, - said Naf-Naf. “I won't wait for you.

It got colder and colder every day. But Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf were in no hurry. They didn't even want to think about work. They lounged from morning to evening. All they did was play their pig games, jump and tumble.

“We’ll take a walk today,” they said, “and tomorrow morning we’ll get down to business.”

But the next day they said the same thing.
And only when a large puddle by the road began to be covered with a thin crust of ice in the morning, the lazy brothers finally got down to work.

Nif-Nif decided that it was easier and more likely to make a house out of straw. Without consulting anyone, he did so. By evening, his hut was ready.

Nif-Nif put the last straw on the roof and, very pleased with his little house, sang merrily:

You can go around half the world
You will bypass, you will bypass,
You can't find a better home
You will not find, you will not find!

Singing this song, he went to Nuf-Nuf.

Nuf-Nuf was also building a house for himself nearby. He tried to end this boring and uninteresting business as soon as possible. At first, just like his brother, he wanted to build himself a house of straw. But then I decided that it would be very cold in such a house in winter. The house will be stronger and warmer if it is built with branches and thin rods.

And so he did.
He drove stakes into the ground, intertwined them with twigs, piled dry leaves on the roof, and by evening the house was ready.

Nuf-Nuf proudly walked around him several times and sang:

I have a nice home
New home, solid home
I'm not afraid of rain and thunder
Rain and thunder, rain and thunder!

Before he had time to finish the song, Nif-Nif ran out from behind a bush.

- Well, your house is ready! - said Nif-Nif to his brother. - I said that we will quickly deal with this case! Now we are free and can do whatever we want!

- Let's go to Naf-Naf and see what kind of house he built for himself! - said Nuf-Nuf. - Something we have not seen for a long time!

- Let's go and see! - agreed Nif-Nif.

And both brothers, very pleased that they didn’t have to worry about anything else, hid behind the bushes.

Naf-Naf has been busy building for several days. He brought in stones, mixed clay, and now he was slowly building himself a reliable, durable house in which he could hide from the wind, rain and frost.

He made a heavy oak door with a bolt in the house so that a wolf from a nearby forest could not climb up to it.

Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf found my brother at work.

- What is this, a house for a pig or a fortress?

- The pig's house must be a fortress! - Naf-Naf answered them calmly, continuing to work.

- Are you going to fight with someone? - cheerfully grunt Nif-Nif and winked at Nuf-Nuf.

And both brothers were so amused that their squeals and grunts echoed far across the lawn.

And Naf-Naf, as if nothing had happened, continued to lay the stone wall of his house, purring a song under his breath

I, of course, are smarter than everyone,
All smarter, smarter than all!
I build a house of stones
From stones, from stones!
No beast in the world

Will not burst through this door
Into this door, this door!

- What kind of animal is he talking about? - asked Nif-Nif at Nuf-Nuf.

- What animal are you talking about? - asked Nuf-Nuf to Naf-Naf.

- This is me about the wolf! - answered Naf-Naf and laid another stone.

- Look how he is afraid of the wolf! - said Nif-Nif.

And the brothers were even more amused.

- What kind of wolves can there be? - said Nif-Nif.

And they both began to dance and sing:

We are not afraid of the gray wolf,
Gray wolf, gray wolf!
Where do you go, stupid wolf,
Old wolf, dire wolf?

They wanted to tease Naf-Naf, but he did not even turn around.

- Let's go, Nuf-Nuf, - said then Nif-Nif. - We have nothing to do here!

And the two brave brothers went for a walk. On the way, they sang and danced, and when they entered the forest, they made such a noise that they woke up the wolf who was sleeping under the pine tree.

- What's that noise? - the angry and hungry wolf grumbled with displeasure and galloped to the place from where the screeching and grunting of two small, stupid pigs could be heard.

- Well, what wolves there can be! - said at this time Nif-Nif, who saw wolves only in pictures.

- Here we grab him by the nose, he will know! - added Nuf-Nuf, who also never saw a live wolf.

And the brothers again cheered up and sang:

We are not afraid of the gray wolf,
Gray wolf, gray wolf!
Where do you go, stupid wolf,
Old wolf, dire wolf?
And suddenly they saw a real living wolf!

He was standing behind a large tree, and he had such a terrible look, such evil eyes and such a toothy mouth that a chill ran down the backs of Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf and their thin tails trembled finely. The poor piglets could not even move with fear.

The wolf prepared to jump, snapped his teeth, blinked his right eye, but the pigs suddenly came to their senses and, screeching across the forest, rushed to their heels. They have never had to run so fast! Flashing heels and raising clouds of dust, each of the pigs rushed to their home.

Nif-Nif was the first to run to his thatched hut and barely had time to slam the door in front of the wolf's very nose.

- Now open the door! The wolf growled. - Otherwise I'll break it!

- No, - grunt Nif-Nif, - I will not open!

The breath of a terrible beast could be heard outside the door.

- Now open the door! The wolf growled again. - Otherwise, I'll blow it so that your whole house will scatter!

But Nif-Nif, out of fear, could no longer answer.

Then the wolf began to blow: "F-f-f-oo-oo-oo-oo!".

Straws flew from the roof of the house, the walls of the house shook.

The wolf took another deep breath and blew for the second time: "F-f-f-oo-oo-oo!". When the wolf blew for the third time, the house flew in all directions, as if a hurricane had hit it. The wolf snapped its teeth in front of the little piglet's snout. But Nif-Nif deftly dodged and started to run. A minute later he was already at the door of Nuf-Nuf.

The brothers barely had time to lock themselves up when they heard the voice of the wolf:

- Well, now I will eat you both!

Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf looked frightened at each other. But the wolf was very tired and therefore decided to go for a trick.

- I changed my mind! - he said so loudly that he could be heard in the house. - I will not eat these skinny pigs! I'd rather go home!

- You heard? - asked Nif-Nif at Nuf-Nuf. - He said he won't eat us! We're skinny!

- It is very good! - said Nuf-Nuf and immediately stopped trembling.

The brothers became happy, and they sang as if nothing had happened:

We are not afraid of the gray wolf,
Gray wolf, gray wolf!
Where do you go, stupid wolf,
Old wolf, dire wolf?

And the wolf did not even think to go anywhere. He just stepped aside and hid. He was very funny. He could hardly restrain himself so as not to burst out laughing. How cleverly he tricked two stupid little pigs!
When the piglets had completely calmed down, the wolf took a sheep's skin and carefully crept up to the house. At the door, he covered himself with a skin and knocked softly.

Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf were very scared when they heard a knock.

- Who's there? They asked, and their tails began to shake again.

- It's me-me-me - poor little lamb! - the wolf squeaked in a thin, strange voice. - Let me spend the night, I strayed from the herd and was very tired!

- Start up? - the kind Nif-Nif asked the brother.

- You can let the sheep go! - agreed Nuf-Nuf. - The sheep is not a wolf!

But when the piglets opened the door, they saw not a lamb, but the same toothy wolf. The brothers slammed the door and leaned on it with all their might so that the terrible beast could not break into them.

The wolf got very angry. He did not manage to outwit the piglets! He threw off his sheep's clothing and growled:

- Well, wait a minute! Nothing will be left of this house now!
And he began to blow. The house is slightly askew. The wolf blew a second, then a third, then a fourth time.

Leaves flew from the roof, the walls shook, but the house was still standing.

And only when the wolf blew for the fifth time, the house staggered and fell apart. The door alone stood for some time in the midst of the ruins.

In horror, the piglets rushed to run. Their legs were taken away from fear, every bristle trembled, their noses were dry. The brothers rushed to the house of Naf-Naf.

The wolf caught up with them in huge leaps.

Once he almost grabbed Nif-Nif by the hind leg, but he pulled it back in time and accelerated.

The wolf pressed on too. He was sure that this time the pigs would not run away from him.
But he was unlucky again.

The piglets quickly rushed past the large apple tree without even hitting it. And the wolf did not have time to turn and ran into an apple tree, which showered him with apples.

One hard apple hit him between the eyes. A big bump jumped on the wolf's forehead.

And Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf, neither alive nor dead, ran up to the house of Naf-Naf at that time.

The brother quickly let them into the house. The poor pigs were so scared they couldn’t say anything. They silently threw themselves under the bed and hid there. Naf-Naf immediately guessed that a wolf was chasing them. But he had nothing to fear in his stone house. He quickly bolted the door, sat down on a stool himself and began to sing loudly:

No beast in the world
Sly beast, terrible beast,
Won't open this door
This door, this door!
But just then there was a knock on the door.

- Open without talking! - came the rough voice of the wolf.

- No matter how it is! And I won't think about it! - answered Naf-Naf in a firm voice.

- Ah well! Well, hold on! Now I will eat all three!

- Try! - answered from behind the door Naf-Naf, without even getting up from his stool. He knew that he and his brothers had nothing to fear in a solid stone house.

Then the wolf sucked in as much air and blew as it could! But, no matter how much he blew, not a single even the smallest stone budged.

The wolf turned blue from the strain.

The house stood like a fortress. Then the wolf began to shake the door. But the door didn't budge either.

The wolf began to scratch the walls of the house with its claws out of anger and gnaw the stones from which they were made, but he only broke off his claws and ruined his teeth. The hungry and angry wolf had no choice but to get away.

But then he raised his head and suddenly noticed a large, wide chimney on the roof.

- Aha! It’s through this pipe that I’ll make my way into the house! - the wolf was delighted.

He carefully climbed onto the roof and listened. The house was quiet.

“I’ll still eat a fresh pig today,” thought the wolf, and, licking his lips, climbed into the pipe.

But, as soon as he began to go down the pipe, the pigs heard a rustle.

And when soot began to pour on the boiler lid, the clever Naf-Naf immediately guessed what was the matter.

He quickly rushed to the cauldron, in which water was boiling on the fire, and tore off the lid from it.

- Welcome! - said Naf-Naf and winked at his brothers.

Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf had already completely calmed down and, smiling happily, looked at their smart and brave brother.

The piglets didn't have to wait long. Black, like a chimney sweep, the wolf flung himself into the boiling water.

Never before had it hurt him so much!

His eyes bulged out onto his forehead, all his fur stood on end.

With a wild roar, the scalded wolf flew into the chimney back to the roof, rolled down it to the ground, rolled four times over its head, rode on its tail past the locked door and rushed into the forest.

And three brothers, three little pigs, looked after him and were glad that they had so cleverly taught the evil robber a lesson.

And then they sang their merry song:
You can go around half the world
You will bypass, you will bypass,
You can't find a better home
You will not find, you will not find!
No beast in the world
Sly beast, terrible beast,
Won't open this door
This door, this door!
The wolf from the forest never
Never never,
Will not come back to us here,
To us here, to us here!
From that time on, the brothers began to live together, under one roof.
That's all we know about the three little pigs - Nif-Nifa, Nuf-Nufa and Naf-Nafa.