A tale about school life. Humorous stories about school

This year, sixth graders made up their own fairy tales, and this is what came out of it

Chernykh Christina, 6th grade student

Master and servant

Once upon a time there lived a master, and he had a servant. And the master loved listening to fairy tales so much that he forced his servant to tell them. But the servant didn’t even know any fairy tales. So the servant came to tell the master a fairy tale, sat down and said:

So once we walked, walked, walked, walked...

The master is tired of this word “went”, and he asks:

Where have we come to?

But the servant doesn’t seem to hear everything:

They walked, walked, walked, walked...

The master got angry and drove the servant away.

On the second day, the master asks the servant to continue the tale. The servant came and said:

So, master, we walked and walked and came to a high mountain. And let's climb this mountain. We climb, we climb, we climb, we climb...

And so he kept talking all day as they climbed the mountain. The master could not stand it:

Will we be climbing soon?

And the servant is all his:

We climb, we climb, we climb...

The master got tired of this and drove the servant away.

The servant arrives on the third day. The master asks him again:

So we climbed the mountain, and then we went again. They walked, walked, walked, came. There are two barrels: one with manure, the other with honey. I, as a servant, was put in dung, and you, as a master, in honey.

But this is correct! But this is good!

And so we sat, sat, sat...

The master listened to all this, listened, could not stand it and said:

Will they get us out soon?

And the servant is all his:

We sat, sat, sat...

The master got angry again and drove him away.

On the fourth morning the master called his servant again:

How long have we been sitting there?

So, master, they pulled us out, and two bosses came. And they forced me to lick you, and you to lick me.

Stas Kononov, 6th grade student

How the gentleman barked in church

Once upon a time there lived a man-hunter and a gentleman. The master kept calling all the men fools. The hunter did not say anything to the master.

One day the master went to church and a hunter caught his eye. The gentleman drove up to him, and they began to talk. So the hunter says:

My dog, sir, has given birth, everyone around is asking for puppies.

Leave me the best ones,” said the master.

I have ones that bark loudly and ones that bark quietly. Which ones do you want?

Which bark loudly.

... Meanwhile, they had already entered the church.

But like this! Woof! Woof! Woof! - barked the master.

The priest heard this and became angry:

Get out, master, from the church! - he shouted.

The men took the master out.

Well, are men fools? - asked the hunter.

No! No! I'm a fool, they're not fools!

Razhev Ivan, 6th grade student

Who's the best?

Once upon a time, mushrooms gathered for the holiday of “summer rain”. They danced and played their favorite game - hide and seek. And suddenly, amid this fun, the fly agaric mushroom began to claim that it was the best of the mushrooms. He began to say:

I'm so handsome, I have a red hat with white polka dots! That's why I'm the best mushroom!

No,” said the Fox, “I’m the best, because I have a notch in my hat and I’m wearing a red dress!”

Here another mushroom entered into an argument, which began to show its white shirt and lace skirt.

Old grandfather Borovik came out here, knocked with his staff, and immediately everyone became quiet and began to listen carefully. He started to say:

But tell us, handsome Fly Agaric, or are you, Pale Toadstool, are people looking for you so persistently all summer? Is it because of you that they bow to every bush, look under every tree? No! After all, the best mushroom is not the one that is the most beautiful, but the one that benefits others. If suddenly one of the people eats a fly agaric, or even worse, a toadstool, then such a person will need to be rescued urgently! But if a white mushroom ends up in a mushroom picker’s basket, it will delight the whole family with delicious mushroom soup, mushroom sauce, and many other dishes. It will feed, give strength, add health! So who is the best?!

Ragina Sofya, 6th grade student

6th grade

In some region, in some city, in some school there was a 6th grade. And he was so uncontrollable, just creepy. Every day something happened: a fight, glass would be broken, books would be torn up... The teachers were at their wit's end, they didn't know what to do.

At this school there lived a watchman, an inconspicuous old man. He looked at all this, how the children, like little devils, were tormenting the teachers, and decided to help the school. He began to think about how to teach them a lesson and teach them wisdom. When the children went to physical education, they left their things in the wardrobe, which was looked after by an old man. And the old man began to spoil things and write all sorts of nasty things in his diaries. The children all quarreled, blaming each other, not even knowing who could have done it. After all, no one could even think about the old man.

The kids stopped making friends and playing pranks, and there was such silence at school - both during breaks and in lessons. The children watched each other and gossiped. The teachers could not even imagine that such a time would come. They scolded children at home too. Sixth graders would give anything to be friends and play together as before. They realized that it was not without reason that all this happened to them, and they figured it all out. But the old man was so carried away that he did not want to return everything to its place.

Here’s the conclusion: don’t do bad things to others without understanding what it will be like for you.

Timin Daniil, 6th grade student

"Brave" jackal

In a distant forest lived a Jackal. Since childhood, he offended all animals and mocked them. He called the Bear lazy, he considered the Giraffe a weakling and despised him for not eating meat. He called the wolf a cowardly dog ​​because he ran from the hunters with his tail between his legs. He considered Lisa stupid and incapable of organizing her personal life. He recognized himself as the most cunning and successful. He was always full and happy with life.

The forest inhabitants could not answer him, because the strong Leo, the owner of the forest, protected him and fed him with the remains of his food. Once upon a time, the little Jackal was orphaned, and the kind Leo took pity on the baby, did not use him as food, but began to take care of him. The baby ate and slept in his den, playing with the fluffy tuft of the tail of his reliable uncle Leo. And in the end, as often happens, he grew up selfish and evil. He loved no one, teased everyone and was not afraid of anything, because his uncle was always nearby... It seemed that such a carefree life would always continue.

But one day the native forest was filled with strange, unfamiliar sounds. Some people on huge iron horses disturbed the usual peace of the forest inhabitants, began to catch them, put them in cages and take them away. The undaunted Jackal was not prepared for such a turn of events. He didn't know how to protect himself from people whom even his uncle Leo was afraid of. Trapped in a strong network of hunters, he could only whine pitifully.

Now the Jackal lives in a zoo in a big city. From his cage next door he sees the long neck of the Giraffe, at night he hears the lonely howl of the Wolf, he knows that behind the wall the old Bear is walking from corner to corner. But for some reason, during a common walk, none of the animals remember the Jackal’s cruel jokes; everyone greets him warmly when they meet, trying to cheer up their fellow captive. But little Jackal is afraid to meet their eyes and prefers not to talk to anyone. Did he finally feel ashamed?

The fairy tale “The Magic Deuces” is an instructive tale. Magic twos seem to be cute, with a swan neck, round and beautiful - but they are always so inappropriate! You don’t expect them, swans, you don’t favor them, but sometimes they come uninvited...

Fairy tale "Magic Deuces"

Once upon a time there lived a beautiful magical couple. They knew how to wonderfully arch their swan necks, and their tails were so cute. You may ask why the deuces were magical? Because they knew how to turn into, for example, fives.

But the twos didn’t want to become fives, they liked being twos so much. Why? Because those who had twos lived a wonderful life, and the lives of the twos themselves were also wonderful.

Gosha Shtuchkin had a lot of magical twos. He lived happily ever after: he didn’t study anything, didn’t solve problems, didn’t complete examples, didn’t write an essay. Beauty!

But Gosha’s parents were not happy. My son grew up ignorant, and without knowledge it would be difficult in life. The parents dreamed that their son’s magical twos would turn into fives, but they didn’t know how to do this.

We’ll tell you a secret that Gosha Shtuchkin, a notorious loser, was always jealous of Varya Pyaterochkina. What can I say! Pyaterochkina was a cool girl: cheerful and smart. Gosha had long wanted to make friends with her. But the magic twos did not allow this to be done. Who wants to be friends with a loser?

But then one day... Do you think that some event happened? No. Gosha just decided to say goodbye to the deuces. He thought: what if he becomes a famous astronaut or designer, and then everyone will find out that he was a poor student at school.

And Gosha decided to do this (we’ll tell you in advance that Varya Pyaterochkina helped him with this) - he decided to get rid of the deuces.

Gosha started studying! And the magic pen of teacher Maria Ivanovna put magic fives in the magazine. Gosha studied with such diligence that Maria Ivanovna was surprised.

Twos stopped appearing in Gosha Shtuchkin’s diary. It was a painful defeat for the two. Moreover, Gosha began to correct the old magic twos and they turned into fives.

It was a real victory!

Gosha Shtuchkin continued to study with excellent marks. He was friends with Varya Pyaterochkina and... with magical grades - A's.

Questions and tasks for the fairy tale “The Magic Deuces”

Who looks more attractive: a two or a five?

Do you think the life of a poor student or an excellent student is more interesting?

What color would you use to paint the magic twos?

If you were a teacher, what would you do to ensure that all the students in your class do well?

A short play about school and for schoolchildren. Allows you to take everyone on stage; you can introduce additional roles and crowd scenes. The simple plot will interest both younger schoolchildren and older children.

Characters:
- Tsar's Diary;
- Minister of education;
- guard;
- reader;
- 1st Col;
- 2nd Col;
- Two;
- 1st Troyak;
- 2nd Troyak;
- Four;
- 1st Five;
- 2nd Five.

In the center of the stage is a throne for the king, near which stands a guard; There is a geographical map hanging on the wall.

Reader.
In a certain school state
Tsar Diary sat on the throne.
And one morning early
Visit other countries
The king had an idea. And the decree
He scribbled it right away.
(Unrolls the scroll, reads the decree.)
"To complete the visit
I need a retinue like this
To the far side
I shouldn't embarrass myself.
To have visitors
Not fools, not troublemakers,
Not lazy, not flatterers,
And as it should be - well done!
I order everyone to come to me,
So that everyone can distinguish themselves,
Show your intelligence and stuff.
Everyone to appear before the royal eyes!”

The reader leaves. The king enters and sits on the throne. The Minister of Education appears behind him.

Minister (to the king).
I, the Minister of Education,
I announce with glee:
At your apartment
The first two candidates.
Tsar.
The first two? Well, great!
I'll talk to them personally.
Minister.
Come in, gentlemen!

Two Colas enter.

1st Col.
We came here
To bow at your feet
And ask to go to the embassy.

They bow to the king.

Tsar.
What should we call you, eagles?
2nd Col.
We are Father Kola.
We are Koly Kolovy.
1st Col.
We are both healthy
Both are not hunchbacks,
Noble and rich.
2nd Col.
And we want, so to speak,
Our kingdom to represent
Together with Father Tsar
Behind an unknown hill.
Tsar.
Well, are you friendly with literacy?
1st Col.
We don't need science.
Not according to Kolam status
Bend the spine in half,
Study the calculator, the primer.
2nd Col.
Why do we need this, king?
Tsar.
What?! Shame on you,
Uncouth Kolam,
Come to my room
And ask to go abroad?!
Let's go! What a disgrace!
Guard, lead Kolov into the courtyard,
Give me a kick without delay
To give them speed!

The guard takes Kolov by the collar and leads them out.

Minister.
King, some girl
He also asks to go into the bright room,
So that you appreciate her
And he invited me to the embassy.
Tsar.
Let's see what kind of girl she is.
Maybe it would be good for a retinue.
I will conduct the exam -
If I don't find any flaws,
Then he will go abroad.
Invite the girl here.

The Minister leaves and returns with Deuce.

Two.
I bow low to the king
And at the same time I say,
That I’m ready, so to speak,
Our kingdom to represent
On the foreign side -
This mission is for me.
Tsar.
Well, what's your name?
Two.
Everyone calls them two, lovingly.
As I walk down the street -
Everyone admires me.
All the handkerchiefs are taken out
And tears flow from happiness.
Tsar.
Are you good with grammar?
Reading, math?
Two.
Why does the beautiful maiden
Study mathematics?
After all, the servants are next to me -
They will count if necessary.
I don't even know the letters.
I am a pillar noblewoman,
Not a slave's certificates!
Tsar.
This is just a shame!
You, my dear, are arrogant
And an inveterate lazy girl.
Not being able to read is a shame!
All! Conversation over!
You're good for nothing.
No need for a retinue either!
I tell you, girl,
Leave the chambers.
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The king turns away. Deuce shrugs and leaves.

Minister.
King, to your apartment
Two contenders are competing.
It seems that they are not loafers,
They sharpen their lasses in Spanish:
"Oh, boyfriend, monsieur, bonjour,
Guten morgen, lampshade!”
Tsar.
Invite them to a reception
Let's see what it costs here.

The minister leaves and returns with two Troyaks.

1st Troyak.
Guten morgen, hende hoch!
Every friend of us is not bad!

2nd Troyak.
We wish you a cordon,
Fuck Paris and fuck London.
Tsar.
Well, what is your name, friends?
1st Troyak.
I am a Troyak and he is a Troyak!
We are in terms of languages ​​-
Guten Morgen, be healthy!
2nd Troyak.
In general, a complete fantasy!

The king gets up from the throne and approaches the map.

Tsar.
Where are London and Paris?

The triplets randomly point their fingers at the map.

1st Troyak.
London is here, Paris is over there.
2nd Troyak.
Near Panama City.
In geography - we are gut!
Tsar.
Yes, you are not gutt, but kaput!
I'll ask them both to leave!
Goodbye, sorry!
(To the guard)
Bring them to the gate
Show me where the turn is.
(To the Minister)
You are the Minister of Education!
What kind of talent is this?!
All oak trees,
Unmannered, rude!
Answer me, little cat,
Where are our literate people?
Is it really in the great kingdom,
Our school state
Is there anyone smarter?
Minister.
King, allow me to answer.
There are the smartest girls
Three good sisters
I sent messengers to them.
Tsar.
Where are they, after all?

Three girls with briefcases enter and bow to the king.

All.
Hello, our wise king,
Our learned sovereign!
Tsar.
Come on, come on, what kind of birds are they?
What smart girls are these?
How beautiful and neat
Pleasant to the royal eye!
I could take everyone to the embassy.
What is your name, beauties?
1st Five.
I am Five.
2nd Five.
I am Five.
Four.
And I am the youngest Four.
Tsar.
Are you friendly with science?
1st Five.
All items are important to us!
2nd Five.
There are no secondary sciences!
Four.
You definitely need to know them.
Tsar.
What about subject notebooks?
I hope everything is fine with them?

The girls take notebooks out of their briefcases and hand them to the king.

1st.
Look for yourself, sir.
Four.
And take mine, king.

The king looks at the notebooks with a satisfied look.

Tsar.
No mistakes, no flaw,
I take you all into my retinue!
Tomorrow to distant shores
The brig will rush us along the waves.
The first point is Germany.
(To the hall) Thank you for your attention!

General bow, curtain.

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Blots tend to creep into school notebooks. They do not sleep, they wait for the moment. Often, blots are hidden somewhere and then come out. Sometimes blots wander freely through our notebooks...

The Tale of Blot

Once upon a time there were blots. They did not have their own distant kingdom, the thirtieth state. They lived in school notebooks and were constantly hiding. Some blots were hidden all my life and never came out. This happened mainly in the notebooks of honors students. And some blots lived freely, walked wherever they wanted. This was observed, as a rule, in the notebooks of C students.

Vasya Metelkin fought a real battle with blots. He wanted to know where they came from.

...So he slowly begins to write, writes one word, then another... Then - bang! — he starts to hurry, makes a mistake, and there it is, a blot, ready, right there.

One day Vasya even cried out of frustration. Suddenly he hears someone say to him:

-Are you crying because of me?

Vasya looked up. There was no one around. He pinched his hand and stopped crying.

And then he realized that Blot herself was talking to him.

- This is where you come from, why do all my dictations have blots? - Vasya shouted.

“And it’s your own fault,” said Blot. “You start fussing, jumping up, getting angry at someone you don’t know, biting your nails, in general, doing whatever you want, except calmly writing a dictation.”

Vasya thought about it. Or maybe it’s really his own fault?

During the school holidays, Vasya conducted an experiment. He sat down at the table and took out his watch. When they showed 9 o'clock, the dictation began. The grandmother dictated, and the boy wrote. At first he had a lot of marks, and even more disturbing thoughts in his head:

- Oh, dictation! How exciting! This is a test after all. And I always worry during tests.

But gradually Vasya accustomed himself to the idea that he should write calmly and drive away disturbing thoughts. The boy cultivated his willpower. He learned to write almost without blots. And this was his victory!

One day, Blot appeared to the boy, but he was not happy to see her. But Pomarka, not paying attention to the boy’s bad mood, told him:

- Let's see each other at school as little as possible, and only meet at home, in drafts. Let's chat about this and that, and then you will continue to study, and I will hide, as usual. Because the more I hide, the better.

...Vasya sometimes talks to Pomarka, only at home. While no one sees.

But Vasya knows that with the Blots you have to keep your eyes open!

Questions and tasks for the fairy tale

Where do blots live?

Why did Vasya write dictations with blots?

How did Vasya meet the talking Pomarka?

How did Vasya train his willpower?

Draw a Blot.

What proverbs fit the fairy tale?

The main victory is victory over yourself.
Hurry to do a good thing, the bad thing won’t keep up with you.
Tie the problem up with a string.

The main idea of ​​the fairy tale is that if you have some kind of problem, then you need to take time to solve this problem, look for ways to get rid of it. Vasya found time during the holidays, attracted his grandmother, and entered into a real battle with the blots. He wanted to write dictations without mistakes, and he achieved great success!