1. “Ryaba Hen” in artistic style.
In the distant kingdom, in the thirtieth state, they lived their
happy life for grandparents. They didn't have children, but they had
there was a chicken that they loved like their own daughter. They called her
affectionately Ryaba. One sunny day, a chicken laid an egg, but it was not
simple gold. And grandfather and grandmother decided to break this egg and
see what is stored inside it. Grandfather tried to break an egg,
Grandma tried to break the egg, but it didn’t work. Here from the corner
a small, mischievous mouse ran out, waved its tail, testicle
rolled across the table, fell and broke. Grandfather and grandmother were upset
but Ryaba the hen asked them not to be sad, saying that she would bring them more
a lot of eggs.
2. “Chicken Ryaba” in a conversational style.
In short, the grandfather lived with his grandmother, although he could just as well have lived with
a chick about eighteen years old. My grandfather had a lot of dough, and he and his grandmother decided
It's fun to buy a chicken. Grandmother called her “Ryaba”, and grandfather “My Lunch”.
The chicken caught wind of her grandfather's plan. She decided to pay off and took the gold
testicle. Grandfather was delighted, he had already found a client to whom he could sell
diamonds lying inside the egg and cut off the money. They began to beat the grandfather with
Nothing good came of this egg. Suddenly a mouse ran out with its tail
I swung my hand, the egg fell and broke. “Pffft, easy skating rink finally,”
said the mouse, stuffed the diamonds into her mouth and disappeared into her hut.
Grandfather and woman burst into tears. The chicken began to calm them down, saying that she would blow them
there are a hundred times more such eggs...
Two months later they started driving a Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita.
3. “Chicken Ryaba” in an official business style.
Application by the victim for compensation for material damage.
I, Ivanova Vasilisa Petrovna, live with my husband in the village
Shchibrovo. Last November as a temporary resident with us
the chicken Ryaba began to live. Instead of payment, Ryaba laid eggs, which we
sold at the market.
On March 28, 2009, Ryaba laid a golden egg. As a result of the meeting, we decided
to break it, but our aspirations did not bring the expected result. In that

moment in time a certain gray object (mouse) appeared, which in a short
the period of time caused damage to our property, i.e. it was broken. These
actions led us into a state of shock and a psychological breakdown.
The hen Ryaba was able to calm us down, reassuring us that she would lay more eggs.
Please consider my complaint and punish the culprit to the fullest extent.
laws of the Russian Federation.
04/09/06 Ivanova
4. “Chicken Ryaba” in journalistic style.
Report from the scene.
In the village of Matveevo, an amazing hen laid a golden egg. Before
There have never been such cases today. First, dear Ivan
Petrovich tried to break the egg himself, but he failed. I had to
call his wife for help, but she didn’t succeed either. Together with the whole group we
began to look for ways to break this egg. At this time a huge gray
the mouse, waving its tail, broke an egg that was so dear to the family
Valentsov. Everyone was shocked! What to do?! And this is not the first time
when mice break eggs. When will this problem be solved?!
After a while everyone calmed down, and Ryaba the hen asked not to
the Valentsovs should be sad about this, because she can demolish another
such an egg.
5. “Ryaba Chicken” in a scientific style.
Two individuals of the opposite sex lived in a specific territory
retirement age. The above-mentioned pensioners had on their farm
poultry of the gallinaceae order. As the most useful and productive of
all birds, was bred for eggs and meat.
Different types of eggs have different colors, such as: brown, yellow,
red, but this egg that this chicken laid for us was a different color, and
specifically gold.
It was also made of a very precious metal, so
Homo sapiens never managed to examine the inner
egg content. But a mammal of the rodent order (mouse) somehow
miraculously managed to break the egg.

My guys took part in the All-Russian Olympiad. They were given the following task: Write a fairy tale about Ryaba the hen using all literary styles.
Such interesting work turned out! I present to your attention versions of the fairy tale by Ksenia E.

“Chicken Ryaba” in a scientific style

There were two people on planet Earth, belonging to the phylum of chordates, the subphylum of vertebrates, the class of mammals, the order of primates, the family of hominids, the genus Homo, the species Homo sapiens - a grandfather and a woman. And they had a female chicken of the order of birds named Ryaba. By some strange coincidence, Ryaba laid an egg made of a precious metal of yellow color, malleable, inert in air, hard and durable, located in group I of the periodic system of chemical elements of D.I. Mendeleev, whose atomic number is 79 and atomic mass is 196.9665.

And so Homo sapiens grandfather tried to break the egg, but could not do it, since gold is a hard and durable metal. The Homo sapiens woman also tried to break the egg, but this time the egg did not undergo any significant physical changes.

A representative of the family of mammals of the order of rodents, a mouse that lived on the territory of the grandfather and woman illegally - without registration, long wanted by the moral police of the grandfather and woman, ran through the feeding zone of Homo sapiens - along the table. By an inexplicable accident, there was an egg on the table. The mouse, in turn, running away from the authorities, swept away the grandfather and woman's gold reserve with its isolated, mobile rear part of the body. The egg fell and broke.

As a result, the grandfather and woman began to make sounds called sobs. But the chicken brought Homo sapiens into an adequate state with the promise it made.

Science is amazed by the birth of a talking hen, laying golden and simple eggs mixed together.

“Chicken Ryaba” in official business style

Statement by the mouse defendant to Grandfather and Baba's lawsuit against her

I, a mouse, moved into Grandfather and Baba’s living space without their permission. The above-mentioned citizens legally lived with the chicken Ryaba. As payment, Ryaba laid eggs, which went to Grandfather and Baba for full use.

On September 12, 2006, Ryaba laid a golden egg. As a result of the meeting, Grandfather and Baba announced their decision to break the egg. But due to circumstances, they were unable to implement their decision. I, a mouse citizen, considered it my duty to help the people who rented me an apartment for free, and I broke the egg by waving my tail. This offended Grandfather and Baba, as evidenced by their joint crying. Chicken Ryaba promised to lay a simple egg, thereby calming Grandfather and Baba.

I ask the court to take into account my good intentions and sincere confession.

09.30.06. Mouse

“Chicken Ryaba” in a conversational style

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman, and they had a chicken called Ryaba, named Hammer. And she laid eggs all year round. One day Ryaba laid a golden egg, which blinded the balls so much, just like the chain of a new Russian. The chicken has become criminal and criminal. Grandfather and grandmother started thinking and discussed the idea: they decided to break an egg, what if there was a diamond inside the gold? And so they beat and beat, puffed themselves up, steamed themselves - they couldn’t break the eggs! Only they became sad, the mouse was running across the table, it was so cool. The mouse turned out to be huge and swung its tail so wildly. She dropped the egg on the floor, and the grandfather and woman burst into tears. The hen immediately became stunned, stopped singing and sat down, laying a new egg - not a golden one, but a simple one. Grandfather and woman were happy and danced until the morning. And now they have their own business: they started raising chickens and selling eggs.

“Chicken Ryaba” in a journalistic style

In the city N huge trouble! We all know the largest company producing Faberge golden eggs. I'm afraid the company will close down altogether. Last night the Fabergé spouses were making another work of art. But when they turned away for a second, the ruthless, calculating huge mouse broke the egg! Chicken Ryaba is under extreme stress! According to veterinarians, the hen will never lay golden eggs again! Where are the authorities looking? Crowds of mice are storming our beautiful city. How long will this continue? There is only one positive moment in this situation: the hen Ryaba began to lay simple eggs, and the Faberge spouses will not go bankrupt.

“Ryaba Hen” in artistic style

Once upon a time there lived grandparents in this world. We lived in a small but very picturesque village near the blue river. Carefree and happy, they woke up every day with a smile on their faces. And they had a cute hen on their farm - hen Ryaba. Kind and dreamy, she always wanted to fly. And then one fine day a hen laid a golden egg of incredible beauty, shining like the sun. The old people thought about it and decided to break the creation. Grandfather beat and beat but did not break, grandmother beat and beat but did not break. The grandfather and woman became sad and bored. But the brave little mouse ran across the table, waved its tail and broke an egg. At first the grandfather and grandmother burst into tears, but then they realized that nothing terrible had happened. And the hen Ryaba promised to lay many more eggs. And they lived like before - happily and carefree.

JOHN CHRYSOSTOM

Sumarokov A. P.

We are not all judges and we want to judge everyone.
The reason is that we all want to harm each other.
In others we hate good, vice,
But we do not see dissipation in ourselves.
You vilify this one, you vilify that one,
Only you don’t see your idleness.
Scold the idlers worthy of this tribute,
However, you don’t use your swords for everyone!
Don’t make curses out of ruble money,
An elephant from a mosquito, from a ship's boat.
A respectable man turns away fierce delirium,
Who in society is a rogue who tells a rogue.
One told, the other said the same thing,
The mill grinds everything, but what does it grind? Lie.
Even though the building of your stories is not yours,
But can you have this as an excuse?
You beckon yourself with honesty in dishonor,
When will you stab me with someone else's knife?
It disgusts me when I hear false news,
Even more disgusting is the misunderstanding about honor.
And the rumors about her are even stranger to me because
There are about five thousand different things about the honesty of systems.
And is it possible to seek intelligence, and friendship, and brotherhood,
Where are so many ignoramuses and so much parasitism?
What, having gathered together, should we talk about in conversations?
Or remain silent when there is nothing to cook?
They drown in the screams of newspapermen and dramas,
Both boxes and stalls are sold out for shouting.
Every hour and everywhere we harm each other,
We don’t spare just drams, we don’t spare dinner.
We scold and scold: sometimes it’s stupid, sometimes it’s dishonest,
Although few people know about honesty.
One is thin or thin in another, and one is thin or thin in another,
To a pound of truth we will add a pound of lies,
And even if it doesn’t exist, we often
And we shoot very accurately with naked lies.
I know a lot of worthy people here,
But even more than that are good horses.
So let them not be necessary for some sciences,
The carriages and carriages will bring them respect.

Olga Bolshakova
Russian folk tale “Ryaba Hen” presented in a scientific style.

Good afternoon, colleagues! While sorting through my documents, I came across a paper that was assigned to my daughter in her first year at university. The task was to remake Russian folk tale in any other style.

I thought, and with the help of one of my colleagues and friends, and she is a biologist, we came up with this in literally 15-20 minutes fairy tale.

Russian folktale« Chicken Ryaba» presented in scientific style.

In this particular territory lived two individuals of the opposite sex of senile (pension) age.

The above-mentioned pensioners had on their farm poultry of the gallinaceous order, nicknamed Ryaba.

This female, the result of a genetic mutation, laid an egg through parthenogenesis. Contrary to the laws of nature, the shell of this egg contained a lot of metal from a secondary subgroup of the periodic table of Mendeleev - gold.

The pensioner tried for a long time to break the integrity of the shell, but did not achieve a positive result.

The second repetition of this experiment was carried out by the pensioner’s wife with the same result.

An unaccounted component of this experiment intervened - a small mammal from the order of rodents. Waving the postpartal part of the body, it dropped the egg, after which the anomalous shell split.

Humans of senile age began to secrete profusely tear fluid.

What does a female gallinaceae do? Ryaba made human sounds speeches: “Do not waste tear fluid unnecessarily, I will lay you a new egg, not an abnormal one, but in a calcium carbonate shell.”

The teacher read the assignment)

The fairy tale "Ryaba Hen" in various speech styles

“Chicken Ryaba” in a scientific style

There were two people on planet Earth, belonging to the phylum of chordates, the subphylum of vertebrates, the class of mammals, the order of primates, the family of hominids, the genus Homo, the species Homo sapiens - grandfather and grandmother. And they had a female chicken of the order of birds named Ryaba. By some strange coincidence, Ryaba laid an egg made of a precious metal of yellow color, malleable, inert in air, hard and durable, located in group I of the periodic system of chemical elements of D.I. Mendeleev, whose atomic number is 79 and atomic mass is 196.9665.
And so the Homo sapiens grandfather tried to break the egg, but could not do it, since gold is a hard and durable metal. The Homo sapiens woman also tried to break the egg, but this time the egg did not undergo any significant physical changes.
A representative of the family of mammals of the order of rodents, a mouse that lived on the territory of the grandfather and woman illegally - without registration, long wanted by the moral police of the grandfather and woman, ran through the feeding zone of Homo sapiens - along the table. By an inexplicable accident, there was an egg on the table. The mouse, in turn, running away from the authorities, swept away the grandfather and woman's gold reserve with its isolated, mobile rear part of the body. The egg fell and broke.
As a result, the grandfather and woman began to make sounds called sobs. But the chicken brought Homo sapiens into an adequate state with the promise it made.
Science is amazed by the birth of a talking hen, laying golden and simple eggs mixed together.

“Chicken Ryaba” in official business style

Statement by the mouse defendant to Grandfather and Baba's lawsuit against her
I, a mouse, moved into Grandfather and Baba’s living space without their permission. The above-mentioned citizens legally lived with the chicken Ryaba. As payment, Ryaba laid eggs, which went to Grandfather and Baba for full use.
On September 12, 2006, Ryaba laid a golden egg. As a result of the meeting, Grandfather and Baba announced their decision to break the egg. But due to circumstances, they were unable to implement their decision. I, a mouse citizen, considered it my duty to help the people who rented me an apartment for free, and I broke the egg by waving my tail. This offended Grandfather and Baba, as evidenced by their joint crying. Chicken Ryaba promised to lay a simple egg, thereby calming Grandfather and Baba.
I ask the court to take into account my good intentions and sincere confession.
09.30.06. Mouse

“Chicken Ryaba” in a conversational style

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman, and they had a chicken called Ryaba, named Hammer. And she laid eggs all year round. One day Ryaba laid a golden egg, which blinded the balls so much, just like the chain of a new Russian. The chicken has become criminal and criminal. Grandfather and grandmother started thinking and discussed the idea: they decided to break an egg, what if there was a diamond inside the gold? And so they beat and beat, puffed themselves up, steamed themselves - they couldn’t break the eggs! Only they became sad, the mouse was running across the table, it was so cool. The mouse turned out to be huge and swung its tail so wildly. She dropped the egg on the floor, and the grandfather and woman burst into tears. The hen immediately became stunned, stopped singing and sat down, laying a new egg - not a golden one, but a simple one. Grandfather and woman were happy and danced until the morning. And now they have their own business: they started raising chickens and selling eggs.

“Chicken Ryaba” in a journalistic style

Category "From the scene of the incident"
There is a huge problem in the city of N! We all know the largest company producing Faberge golden eggs. I'm afraid the company will close down altogether. Last night the Fabergé spouses were making another work of art. But when they turned away for a second, the ruthless, calculating huge mouse broke the egg! Chicken Ryaba is under extreme stress! According to veterinarians, the hen will never lay golden eggs again! Where are the authorities looking? Crowds of mice are storming our beautiful city. How long will this continue? There is only one positive moment in this situation: the hen Ryaba began to lay simple eggs, and the Faberge spouses will not go bankrupt.

“Ryaba Hen” in artistic style

Once upon a time there lived grandparents in this world. We lived in a small but very picturesque village near the blue river. Carefree and happy, they woke up every day with a smile on their faces. And they had a cute hen on their farm - hen Ryaba. Kind and dreamy, she always wanted to fly. And then one fine day a hen laid a golden egg of incredible beauty, shining like the sun. The old people thought about it and decided to break the creation. Grandfather beat and beat but did not break, grandmother beat and beat but did not break. The grandfather and woman became sad and bored. But the brave little mouse ran across the table, waved its tail and broke an egg. At first the grandfather and grandmother burst into tears, but then they realized that nothing terrible had happened. And the hen Ryaba promised to lay many more eggs. And they lived as before - happily and carefree.

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Conversational style Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and grandmother. They lived modestly - without income. We ate radishes and drank kvass. Here’s a simple dinner every day: every time. It is on this sad note that I will begin my story. Once it “found” the old man: “There was definitely unaccounted for flour somewhere in the house.” He looks sternly at the grandmother, who quietly looks away. - Yes, there is a little flour. Yes, it’s not about your honor. You couldn’t touch her with your unwashed face. I was going to bake pies for my name day. - What kind of vile snake have I warmed up in my house? Or don't you know me? Well, come here quickly so that there will be food on the table within half an hour. Maybe you don't understand? I'm going to kill someone now! I’ll explain in English: veri hangri – you want to eat. - I’ll do everything this very hour. Drink the kvass while you're at it. I’ll bake a kolobok for such a fool. There are no teeth anyway - at least you can lick this ball. - That's okay, that's wonderful. So at once. What are those difficult? Is it difficult for you to understand me? Do you think it’s okay for me to threaten with brute force? Just know this, my darling. In my priorities, you are right behind the stomach. Even if you hit the wall with your forehead, do you understand who is in charge? The grandmother sighed sadly, waved her hand at him, placing the other on the crook of his hand. It turned out to be a bad gesture. She kneaded the dough in silence and heated it in the oven. And having rolled that dough into a ball, right into its ardor and heat, she brought it to the handle and closed the oven with the damper. That's how things are. The old man was glad to see the bun, opening both nostrils and inhaling the aroma. - Did you, old woman, follow every point in the recipe? Don't I want to get poisoned by consuming a baked goods product alone?

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Scientific style Kolobok is a character from the Russian folk tale of the same name, depicted as a small spherical yellow bread that escaped from the various animals who baked it, but was eaten by a fox. It has analogues in the fairy tales of many other peoples: the American gingerbread man, the English Johnny Donut, there are similar Slavic, Scandinavian and German fairy tales, the plot is also found in Uzbek, Tatar fairy tales and others. According to the Aarne-Thompson plot classifier, the fairy tale belongs to the 2025 type - “the runaway pancake.”

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The etymology of the word Kolobok is a diminutive of kolob - “rolled lump, ball; small, round loaf of bread; unleavened dough dumpling." In Tver dialects there are the words kolobukha “dumpling, bumpkin”, koloban “thick flat cake”, okolobét “shrink”. A thick, round flatbread made into a bread-like ball, almost a ball, or swelling to the shape of a ball at the end of baking. Also in Slavic languages ​​there is the word kolo (cf. wheel, etc.) meaning “circle”, but its connection with the word kolobok is doubtful. Some researchers consider the word borrowed, for example from Greek. κόλλαβος “wheat bread” or from Swedish. klabb “chock”, Norse. klabb “com” or from other Isl. kolfr “beam, pole”, but such comparisons are unconvincing from a phonetic point of view. Sometimes the word is compared to Latvian. kalbaks “a loaf, a crust of bread.” Scientific style

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Journalistic style Dear friends! We face an important task - the proper education of the younger generation. We must use all available pedagogical methods for the benefit of our goal. The problem of street children is relevant today. After all, why did Kolobok run away from home? He was probably a pedagogically neglected child; he lacked parental attention and care. Why was he left to cool off on the window alone, unattended? Why didn’t parents engage their child in educational didactic games and pay him due attention? Where was the public? It can be “stuffy” in the house, and “stuffy” in moral life as well. Take a good breath out of all the petty worries, all the bustle of everyday life, get rid of, shake off everything that hinders the movement of thought, that crushes the soul, that does not allow a person to accept life, its values, its beauty. Maybe that's why Kolobok ran away from home? The younger generation is characterized by the desire to seek and find the best; this desire enriches a person spiritually. Kolobok sought to expand the sphere of life, the living space in which he lived, but the lack of life experience destroyed him. What was the most important thing for himself and for others, Kolobok thought when he ran from home into the forest? Maybe it’s about being open to people, tolerant of people, looking for the best in them first of all. The ability to seek and find the best, simply “good”, “overshadowed beauty” enriches a person spiritually.

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The pedagogical mistake in Kolobok’s upbringing was that no one helped his personality develop. The task of pedagogy is the comprehensive harmonious development of the individual. Now the Minister of Education Fursenko has introduced a new task - to prepare a universal consumer. If problems were solved using a new method, then Kolobok would not go beyond the outskirts, into nature, into the forest in search of beauty, but would go to the supermarket, where it is crowded and safe for his life, and would return home safe and sound. Kolobok's permissiveness led him to exorbitant boasting: he arrogantly told everyone how he had deceived his grandmother, grandfather, hare, wolf, and bear. So why was Kolobok punished? He is punished for our pedagogical mistakes! But even here the limitations of our everyday knowledge interfere. Life cannot be reduced to everyday impressions. We must be able to feel and even notice what is beyond our perception, to have, as it were, a “premonition” of something new that is opening or could be revealed to us. The greatest value in the world is life: someone else’s, one’s own, the life of the animal world and plants, the life of culture, life throughout its entire length - in the past, in the present, and in the future... And life is infinitely deep. We always come across something we haven’t noticed before, something that amazes us with its beauty, unexpected wisdom, and uniqueness. Journalistic style

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Official business style To the Director of the Village Council G.D. Yakimchuk from Baba and Grandfather Petrenko Statement. In connection with Kolobok's escape from home, we ask that you release us from participating in the harvest for a period of three days: from September 25 to 28, 2016 - and provide assistance in finding the person who ran away from home. September 25, 2016. Signature.