A very important haster | A story about a doctor and a girl Veta
A funny story for children about an important doctor and the girl Veta.
While the doctor was drinking tea with the nurse, Veta went into his office and wrote out a prescription for herself. Exactly like the doctor, you can’t make out anything. But the pharmacist read it anyway and sold it to Veta...
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A very important rusher
Mom and Veta came to the clinic. Mom is sitting in a chair, bored. She is waiting for the doctor to return and write out a prescription for her daughter. And he’s still not there. The nurse called the doctor on an important matter: to drink chamomile tea.
Veta is not at all bored with waiting: she walks along the corridor with the dinosaur and tells him who works in which office.
- The ear, nose and throat sits here. This is the doctor. He will check to see if there are any green boogers in the nose, if there is a lot of dirt in the ears, and if the tonsils have sunk into the stomach. And the most honest doctor in the clinic works here. He never lies. That's what they called him - a neurologist.
Veta walks with the dinosaur from office to office. She's having fun. And mom yawns from boredom. And he covers his mouth with his hand. He's probably afraid of infecting everyone with yawning bacteria. Do you know how insidious they are? They can get into the eyes, hang on the eyelashes and droop a person’s eyelids. Mom's bacteria did just that. Moreover, they turned out to be so heavy that, along with her eyelids, her head was lowered. So mom dozed off. Satisfied bacteria settled on my mother's eyelashes, like on hammocks. They took sandwiches out of their pockets, chewed them and listened as Veta told Rex about the next doctor.
“A very important doctor is visiting here.” Look, the door is ajar. He was probably in a hurry when he was running away on important business. A real rusher. That’s what it says on the sign: to-ro-pevt. He checks whether we are breathing or not - with a special device with rubber tubes. They also have a round tickler attached to them.
Veta looks through the crack of the door into the office. He sees a robe hanging on a chair. - What a beautiful. With pockets. I'll go try it on.
Veta comes into the office, puts the dinosaur on the table and pulls on his robe. On the table next to Rex, glasses with thick lenses lie - they stretch out long arms towards Veta, like hands. So they ask that they be put on as soon as possible.
Veta is sitting with glasses, just like a doctor. - You, Rex, will be a nurse. If someone knocks, growl so that they don’t come in and distract me from the important matter.
Veta takes a pen and a piece of paper for prescriptions—it’s called a form—and writes on it different letters with waves and squiggles. Exactly like the doctor, you can’t make out anything. - All is ready! All that remains is to put the stamps. Look how many there are on the table. And square, and round, and even rectangular. Chock! Chock! Chock!
Veta takes off his robe and glasses, grabs the nurse, that is, Rex, runs out of the office - and to his mother. He pulls her hand. “Wake up,” he says. - Let's go to the pharmacy.
Mom shudders, yawning bacteria fall from her eyes to the floor and scatter in different directions. One even fell with a sandwich in his teeth. Didn't have time to finish it.
Mom opens her eyes and looks surprised. First for the prescription, then for Veta. - Real. With seals,” the daughter nods her head. “A rusher in a white coat prescribed it for me.” Here in this office.
The mother was glad that she would no longer be bored, and went with her daughter to the pharmacy. Veta hands the recipe out the window. The pharmacist takes it and reads: “Kurbyr-myrbyr.” Shypur-mubyak. “The writing is somehow unclear,” he says and puts on his glasses. Reads again. - Kurbyak-murbyuk. Shurbyk-Murbyk. “I don’t understand anything,” says the pharmacist and takes out a magnifying glass. - S.I.R.O.P. Everything is clear. You have been prescribed rosehip syrup and hematogen.
Veta really enjoyed being a doctor. She even decided to become one when she grows up. To prescribe sweet prescriptions for children. Veta started training: she prescribed two lollipops for the doll, a honey gingerbread for the bear, and ten crackers with raisins and nuts for the dinosaur. Look what his teeth look like. Let him gnaw to his health.
© Oksana Rebrikova (Grandma Ksyu)
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Cowardly Hedgehog and a sick tooth
One day, a little Hedgehog who lived on the very outskirts of a forest clearing, where a big, big birch tree grows - well, you know - had a toothache. Indigenous, the farthest. He had never had toothache before. The milk ones fell out by themselves, new ones grew to replace them, and everything was fine. And this tooth suddenly became capricious and got sick. The hedgehog did not say anything to his mother. I thought: nothing, I’ll be patient a little, it will go away on its own. He only told his best friend, Belchonok, about this. - What you?! - Belchonok immediately exclaimed. – You need to urgently treat this bad tooth! The hedgehog was silent for a while, then admitted: “You know, if I tell my mom about this, she’ll take me to the doctor, and I… I’m a little scared.” -What are you afraid of? - asked Belchonok. – I’m afraid that treating the tooth will be painful. “Ah-ah, I see,” Hedgehog’s best friend smiled. “I used to be afraid of this too.” And then he stopped. And do you know why? - Why? – Yes, it turns out that now doctors treat teeth without pain at all. - Quite quite? – Hedgehog was surprised. - Quite quite! - Belchonok confirmed. - Well, it doesn’t even hurt at all, not a bit. But if you don’t go for treatment, you may be expected to... what is this word called... my mother said it. Oh, I remembered: big problems can await you! And Belchonok told the Hedgehog a story about his grandfather. He also somehow had a toothache, but he did not go to the doctor, but decided to get treatment himself. I made an infusion of fir cones, added some herbs and roots, and began rinsing my mouth. So, it turns out, the old Owl taught him. Well, I rinsed and rinsed, but the teeth did not go away - they hurt. When he finally made up his mind and turned to a doctor for help, it was too late: the teeth had to be removed. And if he had come to the clinic on time, his teeth would have been fixed, and everything would have been wonderful. “And now my grandfather can’t bite the delicious nuts,” Little Squirrel sadly finished his story. “My mother and I have to do this - we have healthy teeth, because we take care of them, brush them with toothpaste every morning, and if they get sick, we immediately go to the doctor. Now we crunch nuts for grandpa, and he eats the grains. The Hedgehog thought for a while, and then asked Belchonka: “Weren’t you scared at all when you first went to the doctor to have your teeth treated?” The little squirrel answered honestly: “Well, just a little, of course, it was scary.” But only the first time. And when I realized that it didn’t hurt at all, the doctor and I even became friends. He's called a dentist. And now I’m not at all afraid of him, because he’s very kind. The hedgehog believed his friend and that same day he told his mother about his bad tooth. The next day she took him to that same kind doctor - a dentist. He sat his little prickly patient in a special chair, took out special instruments and began to treat the tooth. The hedgehog was still afraid for some time, he kept waiting - it would hurt or it wouldn’t. But, to his cheerful surprise, he did not feel any pain. And the very next day I felt completely healthy. Of course, he immediately ran to his friend Belchonok and told him about it. Don't forget to thank you for your good advice. And they again began to play together and jump over the fallen tree. And they even held a competition: who could quickly crack delicious nuts for Grandfather Belchonok. Since then, Hedgehog has never been afraid to go to the good dentist.
Author: Igor Chichinov
Read the fairy tale “Doctor Aibolit” by Korney Chukovsky
Part 1
Good Doctor Aibolit! He is sitting under a tree. Come to him for treatment, both the cow and the she-wolf,
And a bug, and a worm, and a bear! Good Doctor Aibolit will heal everyone!
Part 2
And the fox came to Aibolit: “Oh, I was bitten by a wasp!” And the watchdog came to Aibolit: “A chicken pecked me on the nose!”
And the hare came running and shouted: “Ay, ah! My bunny got hit by a tram! My bunny, my boy, got hit by a tram!
He ran along the path, And his legs were cut, And now he is sick and lame, My little bunny!”
And Aibolit said: “It doesn’t matter! Give it here! I’ll sew him new legs, He’ll run along the path again.”
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And they brought him a bunny, so sick and lame, and the doctor sewed on his legs. And the bunny jumps again.
And with him the mother hare also went to dance. And she laughs and shouts: “Well, thank you, Aibolit!”
Part 3
Suddenly, from somewhere, a jackal galloped up on a mare: “Here is a telegram from Hippopotamus!”
Come, doctor, to Africa quickly and save, doctor, our babies!”
"What's happened? Are your children really sick?
"Yes Yes Yes! They have tonsillitis, scarlet fever, cholera, diphtheria, appendicitis, malaria and bronchitis!
Come quickly, Good Doctor Aibolit!”
“Okay, okay, I’ll run and help your children. But where do you live? On the mountain or in the swamp?
“We live in Zanzibar, In the Kalahari and the Sahara, On Mount Fernando Po, Where Hippo-po walks Along the wide Limpopo.
Part 4
And Aibolit stood up and Aibolit ran. He runs through fields, through forests, through meadows. And Aibolit repeats just one word: “Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!”
And in his face the wind, and snow, and hail: “Hey, Aibolit, come back!” And Aibolit fell and lay in the snow: “I can’t go further.”
And now shaggy wolves run out to him from behind the tree: “Sit down, Aibolit, on horseback, We’ll get you there quickly!”
And Aibolit galloped forward and kept repeating just one word: “Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!”
Part 5
But here in front of them is the sea - Raging, noisy in the open space. And a high wave is moving in the sea, Now it will swallow Aibolit.
“Oh” if I drown, if I go to the bottom. What will happen to them, to the sick, to my forest animals?
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But then a whale swims out: “Sit on me, Aibolit, And, like a big steamship, I’ll take you forward!”
And Aibolit sat on the whale and repeated only one word: “Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!”
Part 6
And the mountains stand in front of him on the way, And he begins to crawl through the mountains, And the mountains get higher, and the mountains get steeper, And the mountains go under the very clouds!
“Oh, if I don’t get there, if I disappear on the way, what will happen to them, to the sick, to my forest animals?
And now eagles flew from a high cliff to Aibolit: “Sit down, Aibolit, on horseback, We’ll get you there quickly!”
And Aibolit sat on the eagle and repeated only one word: “Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!”
Part 7
And in Africa, And in Africa, On the black Limpopo, Sad Hippopo sits and cries in Africa.
He is in Africa, he is in Africa sitting under a palm tree and looking at the sea from Africa without rest: Isn’t Doctor Aibolit on the boat?
And Elephants and Rhinoceroses prowl along the road And they say angrily: “Why is there no Aibolit?”
And nearby the hippos grabbed their tummies: They, the hippos, have tummies that hurt.
And then the ostriches squeal like piglets. Oh, it’s a pity, a pity, a pity for the poor ostriches!
And they have measles, and diphtheria, and smallpox, and bronchitis, and they have a headache, and their throat hurts.
They lie and rave: “Well, why isn’t he coming, why isn’t he coming, Doctor Aibolit?”
And a toothy shark snoozes nearby, a toothy shark lies in the sun.
Oh, her little ones, the poor baby sharks, their teeth have been hurting for twelve days now!
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And the poor grasshopper's shoulder is dislocated; He doesn’t jump, he doesn’t gallop, But he cries bitterly and bitterly And he calls the doctor: “Oh, where is the good doctor? When will he come?
Part 8
But look, some bird is rushing closer and closer through the air. Look, Aibolit is sitting on a bird, waving his hat and shouting loudly: “Long live dear Africa!”
And all the kids are glad and happy: “I’ve arrived, I’ve arrived! Hooray! Hooray!"
And the bird circles above them, And the bird lands on the ground. And Aibolit runs to the hippos, And pats them on the tummies, And gives everyone a chocolate bar in order, And sets and sets thermometers for them!
And he runs to the striped tiger cubs, And to the poor humpbacked Sick camels, And treats each one with gogol, each one with eggnog, Gogol-mogol, Gogol-mogol, Gogol-mogol.
For ten nights Aibolit does not eat, does not drink, and does not sleep. For ten nights in a row He treats unfortunate animals and sets and sets thermometers for them.
Part 9
So he cured them, Limpopo! So he cured the sick, Limpopo!
And they went to laugh, Limpopo!
And dance and play around, Limpopo!
And the shark Karakula winked with her right eye and laughed and laughed, as if someone was tickling her.
And the little hippos grabbed their bellies and laughed and burst into tears - so that the oak trees shook.
Here comes Hippo, here comes Popo, Hippo-popo, Hippo-popo! Here comes the Hippopotamus. He comes from Zanzibar, He goes to Kilimanjaro - And he shouts, and he sings: “Glory, glory to Aibolit! Glory to the good doctors!
A fairy tale about a bad tooth
Once upon a time there lived a little tooth. It appeared quite recently and was a small sprout, the size of a claw. And they called it milky. Although he was small and cute, he was so stubborn and nervous that no one wanted to be his friend. “I don’t want to be dairy, but I want to be indigenous,” the kid was capricious. He really didn't like that name. “You will when you grow up,” his brothers and sisters persuaded him. “And now I want to be big, right away,” he squealed. Why are you so restless? - the elders marveled, looking at the baby. Everything has its time. On top of everything else, no sooner was the baby born than he fell in love with sweets, especially candy. But he didn’t refuse cookies and gingerbread either. Mine, mine,” he shouted with all his might, trying to try as many sweet and tasty things as possible. The adult teeth just shrugged their shoulders in bewilderment and turned away from the sweet tooth. “But you can’t have so many sweets at once,” a neighbor couldn’t stand it one day. But the baby didn’t listen, just “crunch” and “crunch.” How many times can you rip me off with brooms? - he grumbled, looking at the toothbrush. But the brush seemed to swallow its tongue and continued to roll over the teeth with its rough surface. “Don’t touch me, leave me alone,” came the long, whiny echo. … And suddenly. One day, the baby woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t fall asleep. “I have a headache,” he thought, closing his eyes. Oh no. It was as if a sharp needle had pricked the baby somewhere inside. “Oh,” he cried out from unexpected pain. And as soon as the baby opened his eyes, he simply couldn’t believe how big a black hole had grown overnight. But she wasn’t there just yesterday,” the kid tried to remember. And the hole, by the way, grew bigger and bigger each time, not paying any attention to the baby. Let me take another tasty pill. Oh, no, that’s wrong,” the kid stopped short, “not a pill, but a piece of candy—maybe it will make you feel better.” And then he reached for the sweets. But, having eaten the candy, he also managed to grab three gingerbread cookies and cookies. “He’s really a glutton,” the baby ate, watching his brothers and sisters sleep. I'm not a glutton, not at all. And then he felt that an invisible needle was stuck into him again. But I didn’t eat the needle, where did it come from? - The baby didn’t have time to think when he suddenly felt incredible pain in the hole. And the baby whined as hard as he could. Everyone woke up from his roar, from the smallest to the old grandfather. And they began to calm him, poor thing, and persuade him. As soon as the toothache subsided, every single tooth, including the sleep-deprived baby, went to the clinic. Some for prevention, and some for treatment. After the treatment, the baby became so healthy, so cheerful that even his pale cheeks turned red and rounded. A light appeared in his eyes, and he felt the happiest. And, most importantly, he realized that one should not eat too many sweets. And now he had so many friends that he was surprised himself!
Author: Vyacheslav Lapshinin
Fairytale therapy is an effective method of psychotherapy, especially child psychotherapy, which consists of composing, telling and, sometimes, discussing a special therapeutic fairy tale.
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