Read stories about cars for children. Tales about the typewriter. So what do you think

03.11.2016

A little boy Vanya lived in one cozy house. Like most boys of his age, he loved to play with friends, watch interesting cartoons and read fairy tales about cars. Most of all, Vanya loved the story about the rescue team, so he really wanted to get Polly's robocar himself for his birthday. Imagine the boy's disappointment when, instead of the desired toy, he received an ordinary truck with a red body and a blue cab. Vanya threw it into the basket of old typewriters and quickly forgot about it.
Every evening, my mother read to her little son entertaining stories about everything in the world. Since fairy tales about cars for boys are the most interesting, they were the ones that sounded most often in the room. The little truck listened with pleasure to the stories of brave rescuers and secretly dreamed that one day it would also become so famous. He was very upset that they didn't play with him at all, because life in an old box was boring and dreary. The truck hoped that if he manages to prove himself as a brave rescuer, Vanya will look at him differently and will definitely fall in love.

A fairy tale about cars: how to become a hero

Day after day passed in dreams and expectations of the right moment for heroic deeds. From time to time, the truck woke up with the certainty that an event would happen today that could change his life, and sometimes he was completely desperate and upset. But the evening fascinating stories of Vanya's mother did not let him give up and added courage and optimism.


Once, among Vania's toys, a dispute began about who is more important: robots or dinosaurs. The truck was rooting for the first and was very happy, because they almost always won. But then one day he saw that robots were behaving dishonestly and dinosaurs were about to suffer a residual defeat. It was terribly unfair, so in one minute the truck changed the team of favorites, because those who act dishonestly do not deserve respect and support.
“If they could move faster, things would be different. - the truck said aloud and did not have time to recover, as it was already rushing to the aid of the dinosaurs.
- Sit down, I'll give you a lift! - he shouted and boldly rushed into battle with the main dinosaur in the back. Other old cars followed the example of the brave truck. With their help, dinosaurs were able to attack robots faster and defeated injustice.


The little boy was very surprised by the act of the forgotten toys. He realized his mistake, went to the truck and took it in his hands.
- I could not even think that you are so brave. You rushed to the aid of the dinosaurs like Polly's robocar with a rescue team. I'm proud of you, my Polly truck!
The truck was really happy, and the old cars too, because Vanya decided that it was bad to forget about his old comrades, and no longer left the toys in a boring box, but played with everyone in turn.

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1 - About the baby bus who was afraid of the dark

Donald Bisset


A fairy tale about how a mother-bus taught her baby-bus not to be afraid of the dark ... About a baby-bus who was afraid of the dark to read Once upon a time there was a baby-bus. He was bright red and lived with his dad and mom in the garage. Every morning …

2 - Three kittens

V.G. Suteev

A small fairy tale for the little ones about three fidgeting kittens and their funny adventures. Young children love short stories with pictures, which is why Suteev's fairy tales are so popular and loved! Three kittens read Three kittens - black, gray and ...

3 - Hedgehog in the fog

Kozlov S.G.


The tale of the Hedgehog, how he walked at night and got lost in the fog. He fell into the river, but someone carried him to the bank. It was a magical night! Hedgehog in the fog to read Thirty mosquitoes ran into the clearing and began to play ...

4 - About the little mouse from the book

Gianni Rodari


A small tale about a mouse who lived in a book and decided to jump out of it into the big world. Only he did not know how to speak the language of mice, and only knew a strange bookish language ... Read about a mouse from a book ...

5 - Apple

V.G. Suteev


A tale about a hedgehog, a hare and a crow, who could not share the last apple among themselves. Everyone wanted to take it for themselves. But the fair bear judged their dispute, and each got a piece of delicacy ... Read the apple It was late ...

6 - Black whirlpool

Kozlov S.G.


A tale about a cowardly Hare who was afraid of everyone in the forest. And he was so tired of his fear that he decided to drown himself in the Black Pool. But he taught the Hare to live and not be afraid! Black maelstrom read Once upon a time there was a Hare ...

7 - About the Hedgehog and the Rabbit A piece of winter

Stuart P. and Riddell K.


The story is about how the Hedgehog, before hibernation, ask the Rabbit to save him a piece of winter until spring. The rabbit rolled up a large lump of snow, wrapped it in leaves and hid it in its hole. About the Hedgehog and the Rabbit Piece ...

8 - About the Hippo, who was afraid of vaccinations

V.G. Suteev

The tale of a cowardly hippopotamus who escaped from the clinic because he was afraid of vaccinations. And he fell ill with jaundice. Fortunately, he was taken to the hospital and cured. And the hippopotamus became very ashamed of its behavior ... About the hippopotamus, who was afraid ...

Nowadays, fairy tales about cars are no less interesting for children than about animals or fairy-tale heroes, fairies and sorcerers. This is because machines have become our companions, as once the constant neighbors of our ancestors were animals and mystical stories that people could not explain in the absence of science.

What is a fairy tale?

Although modern fairy tales differ slightly from folk, ancient ones, the main features of the classical genre remain. So what is a fairy tale?

Its name comes from the Old Russian word "skaz", that is, a story, a conversation. It is an oral narration of fictional, fantastic events and characters. The peculiarity of this genre is that the tale ends happily, the conflict between good and negative characters is resolved in favor of the former. That is, to put it simply, good triumphs over evil. In addition, animals and plants, objects and natural phenomena in such works can act and talk like people.

The best fairy tales for children not only entertain, but also teach goodness and justice, respect elders, other people's work and care, not offend the weak and animals. This is argued by the fact that those who deviate from these norms will be punished, because evil is always punishable. These short stories contain the poetry of the folk word, its wisdom and life moral lessons.

What kind of fairy tales are there?

As we said above, folk tales are also called folk tales. There is a second type of this amazing genre - author's, or literary.

Modern fairy tales are not so different from folklore ones. These amazing works today are only enriched with characters, respectively, and views.

Folklore stories were previously divided into only three categories:

• about animals;
• magical;
• household.

Literary critics believe that fairy tales about animals were the first to appear. They had a simple plot and often had a small volume. For the animals that acted as heroes, certain traits or character traits were always assigned. For example, the image of a fox embodied cunning, a wolf - cruelty, a hare - cowardice, a donkey - obstinacy, crows - stupidity and tyranny.

The best fairy tales of this genre are still retold to children. Over time, this kind of little gave way to magical stories. Here the actors were various characters endowed with extraordinary abilities.

The last to appear were everyday (social) fairy tales. They were already more for adults than for children, they could contain elements of humor and satire.

• about ordinary typewriters;
• about transformers;
• about specialized vehicles (remember cartoons about cars, for example, "Chuck the Truck", "The Adventures of Little Engines" or a cartoon about Tayo's bus).

Why should children tell bedtime stories

Let's go back to the ancient centuries, where fairy tales were kept for decades as family treasures, passed from mouth to mouth from great-grandmother to grandmother and further along the family circle. If they were not valuable, would such stories survive to this day? No, they simply would not have survived. Now folklore genres are being supplanted by the author's. There is nothing wrong with this, if not overused.

Good tales about cars are a good alternative to folk tales, the main thing is to choose really positive, educational and upbringing options. And children should read them in any case. A good fairy tale and its characters will not only serve as "sleeping pills", but can also give an idea about the life of the child, become a useful lesson or tell about different situations. Plots in which cars are the main characters are no less interesting for children than about animals, heroes, heroes or fairies.

Tales about cars can be a good substitute for folk genres for boys who become interested in technology from an early age. There are more and more such works. Their huge plus is also in the fact that in a short playful form, the kid can be told about the device of machines, given information that will become the starting point for the future man. Children love to listen to something new and modern. You can please the kids with the author's fairy tales, posted below, or come up with an interesting story yourself. This is not as difficult as it might seem at first glance.

A fairy tale about a fire truck

So let's start with the traditional "once upon a time".

Once upon a time there was a fire engine. She drove around the city with the fire brigade and waited for her driver's radio call. If the signal came, the machine was happy, because it had to put out a real fire! But the trouble is, fortunately for the city, fires occurred very rarely. Often the typewriter had to extinguish a burning rag in the kitchen of a negligent hostess or a box with unnecessary pieces of paper in the yard, which was set on fire by the kids. And so the machine for calls began to drive slower and, what is worse, it began to be lazy to take water from a large river outside the city. It happened like this: the machine came to the river, turned on a special pump, and he took water into the compartments. It took a long time to fill the containers completely, and the typewriter got bored of drawing water. She began to cheat and, having dialed one of the compartments, turned off the pump.

This is where the fairy tale about could have ended if a real fire had not happened in the city. A big, big house caught fire. All the fire trucks rushed there. Our car also flew to the call. She rushed in first and boldly rushed to extinguish the fire. The fire had almost given up, but suddenly the machine's hose hung like a rag, and no more water came out of it. The typewriter cheated and filled only one compartment. Fortunately, other cars arrived in time and put out the fire. And our sad car drove home to its garage. If she was not lazy to draw water, then she would have defeated the fire herself and became a heroine machine.

The tale of the tractor

Once upon a time there lived a tractor on a distant farm. Every day he transported goods. The tractor left the farm with a full trailer of potatoes or wheat, and returned with fodder for cows and chickens, purchases of the owner and fuel for itself.

Often the tired driver fell asleep on the way back, and the tractor itself slowly drove along the familiar road. He always brought his cargo safe and sound.

Once our hero was still slowly returning home. Fuel splashed in the tank, and juicy feed for the cows lay in the trailer. Suddenly a tractor saw a light in the forest. Interest made him turn off the road and see what was there. Having approached closer, the tractor saw a huge trailer that transported animals. He stood alone in the clearing, and cows bellowed plaintively in his trailer.

What happened to you? the tractor asked. - Why are you standing here?

I drove off the road in the dark, ”the trailer told him sadly. - And while wandering through the forest, I spent all my fuel. Now I can't get home, and my cows are hungry and begging for food.

The tractor felt sorry for both the trailer and the cows, but he did not know how to help. The owner always ordered that the cargo be delivered to him safe and sound.

Listen, tractor, do you have fuel and food for my cows? Share with me, so I can leave the forest! - suddenly asked the trailer.

Our tale about a tractor could have ended sadly if the main character had not been kind and sympathetic. He sighed and gave food to the cows, and shared fuel with the trailer. They went home already together. And suddenly, when there was very little left to the farm, the tractor felt something prick its wheel. He stopped and saw by the light of his headlights that he had hit a nail, and air hissed out of his wheel. Here our hero was completely desperate, not knowing what to do. But he forgot that a new friend was driving next to him - a trailer. He has several pairs of wheels. Seeing that a friend was in trouble, the trailer removed one and gave it to the tractor. So they got to the farm together.

After listening to the story of the tractor and trailer, the owners praised them, saying that they both did the right thing. On the road, you always need to help others, because you do not know when you may need help.

About the bragging racer

The tale begins about the story of a large garage where cars lived. It was cozy here, but sometimes the older cars boasted too much of their victories, and the newcomers were uncomfortable with this bragging. After all, they just arrived at this garage and did not participate in real races.

Among the rookie racers, there was one that loves to show off more than others. He was happy to talk about how he won hundreds of races. Wherever he goes, he is always the first winner. Newbie cars were embarrassed to question him and quietly listened to the stories.

One day, a brave newbie asked a braggart why he spends so much time in the garage and not racing. And he proudly replied that here he is gaining strength before a very important rally, where he will definitely win. Our heroes listened to bedtime stories about cars from their mothers and went to bed.

The day of the great rally has arrived. All the cars rushed there, even the newcomers were called. The race began, and the newcomers were looking out for their acquaintance among the participants, who should become the winner. But he was not there. Therefore, when the leading car drove up to the cars, they could not resist and asked about their familiar winner. Imagine the surprise when she smiled and said:

Oh, are you talking about this braggart? So he doesn't take part in the rally at all!

How? - cars were surprised. - After all, he told us that he always wins!

Then the presenter sighed bitterly and told the newcomers a story. It turns out that the braggart never took part in the races at all. All because he was very afraid. And to look more solid in the eyes of the kids, he bragged to them.

Surprised and upset cars drove home. They learned two good lessons today. The first is never to brag, and the second is not to trust the supposed successes of the braggart. Sometimes their stories are just fiction and fantasy.

The tale of a car with a red body

Cars lived in a big, big toy store. And there was a red car among them. She was so bright that she was insanely proud of her beauty and singularity. All her conversations with friends were reduced to the words: “Look how beautiful I am. I am red like a poppy, shine like the sun. " Others initially ignored the boasting, but the red car boasted more and more.

Others were tired of it, they stopped calling her to themselves. This is where the fairy tale about the red car could have ended, but suddenly the news arrived that a very important customer - the owner's little son - would come to the store to choose a toy for himself. The toys began to wait for him and smarten up. And then the boy came. He looked at the cars for a long, long time and could not choose everything. His dad began to help him, says:

Here, look, what a beautiful red car. Take her!

But the boy was very serious and intelligent beyond his years.

Not everything that is red is beautiful! he said and chose a small silver car.

The red car was ashamed for its boasting. She began to wait for her buyer and never again showed off her bright body.

How work cars changed places

Three cars lived in the same garage: a bulldozer, a crane and a truck. The tale of working machines will tell us how easy it was for friends to work together before they had a fight.

Cars worked at a construction site nearby and always drove out of the garage together. The bulldozer leveled the ground for future development, the crane lifted heavy stones, and the truck took it all to a special landfill. The machines have been working for so long. Their day began early in the morning and ended when the sun was setting. Their work was always well-coordinated, everyone performed their tasks accurately and on time. Fairy tales about cars usually tell about adventures, ours will tell about friendship and responsibilities.

One day the truck was very tired and began to complain about how difficult it was for him to carry heavy stones and loose earth. He complained that everything was already hurting him, and the trailer was completely bent from the loads. The owner of the truck heard the complaints and said:

Do you think only your job is so difficult? And look at the crane, what stones it lifts with its thin "hand"! Or do you think it's easy for a bulldozer? After all, he works from morning till night without rest, clearing and leveling the ground, lifting stones from the depths larger than himself!

But the truck kept complaining that it was harder than the others. The owner got angry and called a bulldozer and a crane. But when we started talking about difficulties, it turned out that these guys, too, seem to find each other's work easier than their own. The crane complained that the truck was rolling around, resting and seeing new places, it was all in one place. And the bulldozer, as it turned out, wants to look at the sun at least once, and not at the ground and at the stones. The owner sighed bitterly and said to his working machines:

You have served me faithfully for a long, long time. Each of you did your job regularly and quickly. But since you began to think that someone else's work is easier than yours, then take it and change. Let's see how you work in someone else's place, fulfilling other people's responsibilities. And the cars were delighted and rushed to the construction site.

How working machines changed places. Continuation

The truck took the place of the bulldozer, the crane began to transport the goods, and the bulldozer began to lift stones. At first, friends were pleased with such changes, but how did it come to work ...

The truck leveled-leveled the ground, but only trampled it with its wheels even more. And as he ran into a stone, he stopped altogether and would not move back or forward. At first, the bulldozer was glad to see the sun, but as it began to bake at noon, dazzle the eyes-headlights and heat the cabin, there was less joy. And then the truck got stuck, I had to help him get a large stone from the ground. They got it, only the crane itself cannot load it itself instead of a truck. And so and so the friends tried to help him, with great difficulty they loaded the stone to take it to the landfill.

As the poor crane began to carry the cobblestone, it was so difficult for him! The stone still strives to jump off the mountain and roll off, the wheels bend, the long neck gets tangled in the wires. I barely reached half of the road, and then I could not, I threw a stone there, and then ran back to the construction site. And there the work is worthwhile. Friends greet him, sad, dirty and tired. Here the owner also visited. Asks how the cars did the job today. The crane spoke first:

So, - he says, - I got worn out that I had no strength whatsoever. As if he worked for a week without rest. I don’t want this anymore!

And then the truck supported him:

Oh, and a tough job at the bulldozer. It's easier to carry my loads!

And the bulldozer didn't say anything at all. The sun baked the cabin for him so much that he could not even speak, poor man. Cars returned to their hangar to spend the night. We barely had the strength to get home, we went to bed right away, even our favorite cartoons about cars did not want to watch. They understood that what you can and can do is the easiest job. And any work is difficult, that's why it is work.

Finally

There are many fairy tales, stories and stories for children. Their characters are all different, but each is loved in its own way by children and adults.

Car stories for kids are a good way to distract the child, cheer him up, keep him busy or put him to bed. It so happened that our ancestors grew up surrounded by forests and animals, and modern children grow up surrounded by technology and cars.

It is completely untrue to believe that stories about typewriters are of interest only to boys. The girls are no less eager to listen to them. Therefore, tell your children more fairy tales. Folk stories are beyond competition, they are full, instructive, poetic. More than one generation grew up on them, our great-great-grandmothers knew them. But if a fairy tale about a car becomes your favorite, you should not deny your child the pleasure of listening to it. And the main thing in parenting - spend more time with your kids!

FAIRY TALES ABOUT CARS
(fairy tales for boys from 2 to 6)

Cars lived in one large iron garage. Among them were: yellow Lada, red Lamborghini, blue Ferrari, white Ford, silver Toyota and many, many other cars. The garage was large and there was room for everyone.
Many different stories happened to the cars.

The blue Ferrari, which had everything a car could have - big heavy wheels, four yellow headlights, a powerful engine and whatnot, dreamed of flying to the moon. He liked the moon - big, yellow, round. But Luna sometimes hid, sometimes turned into a month, and Ferrari missed her so much. Without her at night on the road, it was dark and boring.

Drove a blue Ferrari to the airfield. Many different planes stood there: single-engine, twin-engine, jet, cargo, passenger, but none of them could fly to the moon.
- We would also like to fly to the moon, but we do not have enough strength and fuel - said the Ferrari planes
- We need to go to the cosmodrome, only rockets can fly to the moon.

Ferrari drove to the cosmodrome. One large silvery rocket was parked at the cosmodrome. She was going to fly to the moon.
- Take me with you - asked Ferrari.
“I can't,” the rocket answered, “I take cosmonauts with me, they need to look at our Earth from above. From above, our Earth is round, like a ball, so you can fly around it and come back.
“Then explain why I can't fly myself,” Ferrari asked.
- Because each of us was created for his own business, I can fly into the distant sky, but I cannot drive on the roads faster than everyone else, like you. You don't know how to fly, but you drive the road faster than everyone else, overtaking everyone. You dream of flying to the moon, and my dream is to go to a green lawn, smell white daisies and watch a transparent stream flow.
“Yes,” Ferrari said, “everyone has their own dream and their own business. It would be nice if all dreams come true, but then living without them was so sad.

And the blue Ferrari returned to his garage again to drive on the roads, and sometimes look into the sky and dream of flying to the moon.

It was a cold winter. The yellow Gazelle drove along a snow-covered road. She was bringing gifts to children for the New Year. A cold wind was blowing, but it was warm in the Gazelle, she was cheerfully driving along the road, listening to the radio and humming songs about a blue carriage, a smile and the New Year.
On the way, Gazelle recalled the warm summer, the dacha of a good grandmother she knew and her friend white Ford.

But suddenly there was a "BOOK!"
- Whoa ... What should I do now? - thought Gazelle, turning on the wipers so that they brushed her tears on the windshield. The janitors brushed away tears, and Gazelle thought that now the children would be left without gifts for the New Year, she would soon run out of gasoline, and she would freeze until summer.
But then she remembered about the radio. Gazelle contacted her friend white Ford by radio and asked to help her out of trouble.

White Ford rushed to help his friend as quickly as possible in winter, especially since his tires were studded and did not slip on the road.
Soon a sad Gazelle appeared, at which the janitors were still working, wiping away her tears.
- Don't be sad, friend, - said the white Ford - I brought you a spare tire.
- Hooray! - the yellow Gazelle was delighted, - you are a real friend and comrade, you came to my aid!

Friends changed the broken wheel. They turned off the wipers, because there was no need to cry, turned on the radio and together, singing songs, took gifts for the children.

In the spring, the ice came off the river, and the red Lamborghini and yellow Zhiguli went fishing. They dug up worms, took fishing rods with them and a warm cape for the seats, suddenly it gets colder. Cars loved to sit by the river, bask in the spring sun and watch the first bees humming. They were not afraid of bees, because they were made of iron, and the bees could not bite.

Suddenly a motor ship appeared on the river. He slowly moved downstream, probably after winter, he made his first voyage. The ship sometimes hummed with joy so that everyone could see how beautiful and strong it was.
“Eh,” said the yellow Zhiguli, “we've heard that there are cars that can swim, they are called“ amphibians ”. It is a pity that you and I do not know how.
- Yes, - answered the red Lamborghini, - it would be nice now to swim on the river, next to this ship in a race. It would be a real spring gift for me. I have never swum.
And the friends became sad, despite the spring sun and the awakened bees.

The sun looked at them warmly from a height, and the bees, sitting on the hood, decided to ride with their friends.

The pink Volvo was driving along the road, he did not know where. He just liked to drive fast on any road he saw in front of him. On the way, he met many other cars that greeted him with honking honks, and he happily honked them back. On the way, he met a lot of interesting things, but Volvo did not like to stop, so it rushed forward and forward.

One day he was driving along one narrow road, the tank was full of gas, the engine was fine, the road was empty, and the ride was pleasant. And suddenly, in the middle of the road, he saw an old black jeep standing. The jeep was parked in the middle of the road, and there was no way to go around it. Pink Volvo drove up to the jeep and asked him to clear the road.
- I can't, - the jeep sighed heavily and sadly, - it broke down, I ran out of gasoline, and in general, I'm very old. Once upon a time I was new, strong, beautiful, my engine was the strongest, the trunk was the largest, I had the brightest headlights, the loudest horn, the most beautiful spoilers, everything was the best. And also, - the jeep sighed even heavily, - I had many friends. And now there is none of this. I'm standing on this road, no one needs an old black jeep.
- How so? - exclaimed the pink Volvo, - does it really happen, and I too will become old?
“Of course,” said the jeep, “everybody gets old sometime. And many, those who do not need anyone at all, are taken to the car dump.
- It should not be! - Volvo worried, - Everyone needs someone. He just doesn't know about it. Come on, I need you. We will repair your engine, fill the gas tank with gas, wash you to make you shiny again, and ride the roads together. And when you get tired, wait for me in the garage, I will return with gifts and stories about what I saw, you will listen and rejoice, as if you were with me. And then I also need someone to wait for me. It is so good when someone is waiting for you and rejoices at your return!
“Great idea!” Said the jeep. - Someone will need me. We will need each other.

This is how a black old jeep and a pink Volvo helped each other and became friends.

Red Lamborghinis and blue Ferraris have always raced, traveled to other countries, pilots led them on highways, and on bends they happily squealed at the speed that their engine developed. Then they were given various prizes and the cars went to the next race.

And at this time in the iron garage there were yellow Zhiguli and very, very, very, wanted to participate in races, travel to other countries and receive various prizes. But there was no opportunity for this, because the Zhiguli was an old car that was not at all suitable for racing. The Zhiguli were very upset by this circumstance and sometimes even cried. They looked with sadness at their old engine, scratched hood, broken headlight and found many other shortcomings. Yellow Zhiguli considered themselves an ugly and worthless car.

One day, an old smart silver Toyota came to the garage. She looked at how sad the Zhiguli was, and said:
- There are no ugly and worthless cars. You just need to urgently change yourself and really want to become different. Tomorrow we will do this with you.
The next day, a lot of new parts, paint and all sorts of other necessary parts were brought to the garage. They painted yellow Zhiguli, replaced a lot of things - the headlights, spark plugs, and the battery. And purple McLaren even lent a Zhiguli his powerful engine, since he himself went on vacation and wanted to sleep in the garage.

And now the new Zhiguli were not yellow, but golden in color, shone with new spoilers, shone with headlights and the engine hummed like an airplane. In such a beautiful form, the Lada went to the race with Lamborghini and Ferrari.
The first lap of the race Zhiguli were still afraid of their rivals, but then they remembered how beautiful they were, how they wanted to win, and took the lead. Circle after circle Zhiguli were ahead of everyone and came to the finish line first.
The most modern radio was presented to the winner of the race. It was a very good prize.

And now the Zhiguli know that if you really want to, you can achieve everything, even a very good prize for winning the race.

JOURNEY

Our Earth, on which we live, is round. Apart from roads, there are mountains, rivers, bridges, seas and much more on it.
Cars can only drive on roads, on good roads. Only an all-terrain vehicle and a tank can drive on bad roads, but it will not be able to drive everywhere either. But what should a truck, a white Volga and a blue Ford do, if they so want to travel, go everywhere, see many new different places?

The cars got together and began to think how to travel for them where there are no roads.
They decided to go to the station and find out how people travel.
The station is noisy, there are a lot of people with suitcases, but even more different trains - passenger, freight, postal.
Cars drove up to a long train, which had the largest number of carriages, and asked:
- Train friend, tell me, please, how do you get over the rivers and mountains? How do people travel? We so want to see other lands.
- It's very simple, - answered the train, - you see, there are sleepers, and these are my rails, on which I am traveling, they are long, long, and lead to other countries. If there is a river on the way, then I ride along the railway bridge, this is a bridge where only trains travel. If there are mountains on the way, then I go through a tunnel that is dug through the mountain. It's dark in the tunnel, but I'm not afraid.
Do you want to go together? You will step on special platforms for cars, and I will take you on a journey.
- Good idea! Great! - the cars were delighted.

They stood on special platforms, and the train took them to see the world.

One very stubborn green Gazelle did not want to follow the traffic rules. I didn't want to, and that's it. The gazelle was very sweet, everyone liked it, so I thought that everything was possible, drove through the streets, sang songs and really wanted everyone to see how brave, courageous she was, how beautiful she was driving, ignoring other cars and even traffic lights ... Therefore, she did not wait for the green light to turn on, she simply did not look around. Neither right nor left.

It was raining, the asphalt was very slippery, after rain the asphalt is always slippery, and the wheels slide on it. The gazelle rode carelessly along the road and sang songs.
There was a very old and smart traffic light at the intersection. The traffic light saw that the Gazelle was rushing very fast, he lit his red eye, because he wanted everyone to be careful. But Gazelle drove, not looking at the traffic light.
And on the other side of the intersection, a KAMAZ truck was driving, and the traffic light's eye showed a green light for it. KAMAZ began to move and suddenly our reckless Gazelle crashed into it.
- Oh-oh-oh! - shouted the Gazelle. She was in great pain. Its headlights and windshield were smashed, a fender and something else inside, probably a motor, were broken.
The KAMAZ was very large and nothing happened to it.
- Call an ambulance urgently! - hummed KAMAZ, - our Gazelle crashed, there is an accident!
An ambulance took Gazelle to the car hospital, service station.
- Yes ... For a long time now you will not drive, - they told her there, - we will treat you for a long time. You will even miss your birthday and not receive gifts. Didn't you know that you can only drive on a green light?

The green Gazelle is sad, but now she knows for sure that the rules must be followed. And not only traffic, but many other rules - the rule of behavior at the table, the rule to wash and brush your teeth in the morning, the rule to clean up after yourself and many others. Because the rules are designed so that no one gets into trouble.

The Krasny Zaporozhets walked for a long time, wandered between big cars on the road, because he was small, and now he drove to a place where he had never been. After all, there is always a place where we have never been.

The location was amazing. In a large parking lot there were many cars, and even such cars that Zaporozhets had never seen.
He went up to the old landau and asked:
- Where did these strange machines come from? I've never seen one like this on the road.
“This is a museum of vintage cars,” the landau replied.
- Look, here is the first car that people came up with. It is big and not as beautiful as modern cars, it has huge wheels, a loud engine and even no windshield wipers, such cars did not even know how to drive fast. And the engine of the first cars was not gasoline. And these are other cars that have not been made for a long time. All of them are very old, so they are standing, resting in the parking lot. Perhaps someday you will stand next to them.
- Can not be! - Shouted Zaporozhets, - After all, I'm new brilliant, I can do anything.
“Maybe, maybe,” said the old car, “I used to think so too. People constantly come up with new things, cars are getting better, more beautiful, faster. And they just stop making old cars and put them in a museum. Here, do not be sad, do not be afraid, many people come here to see what cars used to be, and we proudly show ourselves.

"Well, let it be," thought Zaporozhets. "Now I am needed, I will drive, work, and when new cars come to my place, I will stand in this museum and show everyone how beautiful I was."

One big red KAMAZ was very fond of singing songs about the long and straight road, about his friends, strong, big and small, about summer and the sea, about everything he saw on the road. But he didn’t succeed very well, rather it didn’t work at all. He just hummed loudly, everyone thought that he was asking to clear the road or just imagining, no one heard the music in his beeps, his songs.

Once, because once everything happens, KAMAZ was driving along the yellow road and was carrying a lot of heavy stones for construction. Construction vehicles were waiting for him - a bulldozer, an excavator, a crane, a loader. Therefore, KAMAZ was in a hurry. On the way, he sang a song, as always. This time the song was about strong cars that are friends, so they are good at working together.
A small old Zaporozhets was driving towards KAMAZ.
- Why are you shouting like that? - asked the Zaporozhets, - there is nobody on the road.
“I don’t shout, I sing,” KAMAZ answered.
- Who sings like that? Song is music and music of poetry.
“But I don’t know how to do it differently,” KAMAZ was upset.
- Do you want us to compose a song together? - suggested Zaporozhets.
- Come on, - KAMAZ was delighted.
And the song turned out like this:

There are many cars in the world
Trucks and cars
Adults and children know
All colors and brands of them.
There are silver cars
There are green and yellow
There are both dirty and clean
There are angry and kind ones.
And for racing cars,
There is for a construction site, for a trip,
And all cars have tires
There is a motor and a suspension.
All cars love to drive
Everyone doesn't like to be in an accident.
Everyone stands together in the garage
Who is closer, who is further

And all the machines are helpers
And in the ride and in the conflagration,
And at the construction site and in the rain
They are all comrades to people.

KAMAZ and Zaporozhets, singing together the song they had composed, drove on.

Once upon a time there was a racing car. It was bright red in color. And he had a special shape - elongated, graceful. The car is handsome! His name was Gulka.

Somehow Gulka was racing along the road and overtook the wind. Stopped at the side of the road to rest. And the wind is right there:

- Hey, Gulka! Who taught you to move so fast?

- Who taught? So I have four wheels and a powerful engine!

- And I have neither wheels, nor an engine ... - the wind thought. - Maybe that's why you overtook me today?

The next day, Gulka and Wind were racing again. And again Gulka was the first.

- How so? - asked the Wind in surprise.

“So I have a whole tank of fuel!” Gulka shouted back.

The wind scratched the hair of a nearby poplar: "Yes ... and I have no fuel either."

Gulka and the Wind decided to ask some wise man to solve their riddle about which of them is faster and - most importantly! - why.

The wisest Gulka considered his driver - Peter Petrovich. He knows how the engine works, changes wheels and pours some special fuel into Gulka's tank.

And for the Wind, the Moon seemed wise. Day and night, in hot and cold weather, it can be seen in the sky. It is the Moon that sees and hears everything that happens on Earth. Of course, the Sun also knows a lot. But at night it always rests behind a distant forest. And at night there are many strange and interesting events. The moon will help sort out their dispute.

Already late in the evening, the Wind and Gulka again rushed along the road in one direction. This time the Wind turned out to be a little faster. Having calmed down near the roadside willow bushes, the Wind waited for Gulka. The car door opened and the driver, Pyotr Petrovich, stepped to the side of the road. It was then that Gulka asked his question.

- Tell me, which of us is faster - me, the Car, or the Wind?

Pyotr Petrovich pondered and began to reason: “If the car is in good working order, filled with good fuel, then it rushes along a flat road at the highest speed. And if there is a breakdown or holes on the road, it will crawl like a turtle ... "

“What do you think, wise Luna?” Wind picked up the question. The moon, illuminating the place where Gulka, Veter and Pyotr Petrovich had gathered, replied:

“It all depends on the weather, friends. If the day is clear, sunny, and calm, then the Car runs faster. And bad weather will play out, a hurricane will fly, then here you will be on an equal footing. In autumn, when the Wind blows with all its might, so that leaves fly off the trees and the trees themselves bend, then the Wind is faster than the Car. In winter, the Wind can collude with a blizzard. Together they will cover all roads with snow! How fast is the Car here? No ... The car stops. "

Gulka and Wind began to think. Yes, man is smart and strong. But it turns out that natural forces can also confuse him.

“Snow drifts are cleared by a person in snowblowers,” said Pyotr Petrovich at the end.

Gulka and Wind understood:

- We are different! We can both be strong and weak, fast and slow!

So, there is nothing to argue about - they decided. You just have to be friends.

And racing is just fun. And they moved forward along the road noisily and joyfully.