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Alexey Nikolaevich Tolstoy
Magpie Tales
Cockerels
On Baba Yaga's hut, on a wooden shutter, nine cockerels are carved. Red heads, golden wings.
Night will come, the woodies and kikimoras will wake up in the forest, start hooting and fussing, and the cockerels will also want to stretch their legs.
They jump off the shutter into the damp grass, bend their necks and run around. They pluck grass and wild berries. The goblin gets caught, and the goblin gets pinched on the heel.
Rustle, running through the forest.
And at dawn, Baba Yaga will rush in like a whirlwind on a mortar with a crack and shout to the cockerels:
- Get to your place, slackers!
The cockerels don’t dare disobey and, even though they don’t want to, they jump onto the shutter and become wooden, as they were.
But at dawn Baba Yaga did not appear - the stupa got stuck in the swamp along the way.
Radekhonki cockerels; They ran to a clear patch and flew up onto a pine tree. They took off and gasped.
Wonderful wonder! The sky is burning like a scarlet stripe over the forest, flaring up; the wind runs through the leaves; dew sets.
And the red stripe spreads and becomes clearer. And then it rolled out fiery sun.
It’s light in the forest, the birds are singing, and the leaves are rustling on the trees.
The cockerels took their breath away. They flapped their golden wings and sang - crow! With joy.
And then they flew beyond the dense forest to an open field, away from Baba Yaga.
And since then, at dawn, the cockerels wake up and crow:
- Kukureku, Baba Yaga has disappeared, the sun is coming!
Magpie
For Kalinov bridge, on the raspberry bush there were honey rolls and gingerbread cookies with filling. Every morning a white-sided magpie would fly in and eat gingerbread.
He eats, cleans his sock and flies off to feed the children gingerbread.
Once a tit bird asks a magpie:
- Where, auntie, do you carry gingerbread cookies with filling? My children would love to eat them too. Show me this good place.
“And the devil is in the middle of nowhere,” answered the white-sided magpie, deceiving the bird.
“You’re not telling the truth, auntie,” the titmouse squeaked, “the devil has only pine cones lying around in the bushes, and even those are empty.” Tell me - I’ll track you down anyway.
The white-sided magpie got scared and became greedy. She flew to the raspberry bush and ate honey rolls and gingerbread cookies with filling, all clean.
And the magpie’s stomach hurt. I dragged myself home by force. She pushed the magpies, lay down and groaned...
- What's wrong with you, auntie? - asks the titmouse bird. - Or what hurts?
“I worked,” the magpie groans, “I’m tired, my bones hurt.”
- Well, that’s it, but I was thinking about something else, for something else I know a remedy: the herb Sandrit, it heals all ailments.
-Where does the Sandrit grass grow? – the white-sided magpie begged.
“The devil is in the middle of nowhere,” answered the titmouse bird, covering the children with her wings and falling asleep.
“The devil has nothing but pine cones in his cots,” thought the magpie, “and even those are empty,” and she became sad: the white-sided one had a very bad stomach.
And out of pain and anguish, the feathers on the magpie’s belly all came out, and the magpie became bare-faced.
From greed.
Vaska the cat
Vaska the cat's teeth were broken from old age, and Vaska the cat was a great hunter at catching mice.
He lies all day on the warm stove and thinks about how to straighten his teeth...
And he made up his mind, and having made up his mind, he went to the old witch.
“Grandma,” the cat purred, “give me teeth, but I broke off the sharp, iron, and bone teeth a long time ago.”
“Okay,” says the sorceress, “for this you will give me what you catch the first time.”
The cat swore, took the iron teeth, and ran home.
He gets impatient at night, walks around the room, sniffing out mice.
Suddenly something seemed to flash, the cat rushed, but apparently missed.
I went - it rushed again.
“Wait a minute!” - Vaska the cat thinks, he stopped, squinted his eyes and turned around, but suddenly he jumped, spun around like a top and grabbed his tail with his iron teeth.
Out of nowhere an old witch appeared.
“Come on,” he says, “the tail is by agreement.” - The cat purred, meowed, and shed tears. There is nothing to do. He gave away his tail. And the cat became scanty. He lies on the stove all day long and thinks: “Go to hell, iron teeth, go to hell!”
Hare
The drifting snow flies through the snow, sweeping snowdrift onto snowdrift... On the mound a pine tree creaks:
- Oh, oh, my bones are old, the night has played out, oh, oh.
A hare sits under a pine tree, ears pricked.
“Why are you sitting,” the pine tree groans, “the wolf will eat you, he would run away.”
“Where should I run, it’s white all around, all the bushes are covered with snow, there’s nothing to eat.”
- And sometimes you scratch it.
“There’s nothing to look for,” said the hare and lowered his ears.
“Oh, my old eyes,” the pine tree groaned, “someone is running, it must be a wolf,” “there is a wolf.”
The hare began to rush about.
- Hide me, grandma...
- Oh, oh, well, jump into the hollow, obliquely.
The hare jumped into the hollow, and the wolf ran up and shouted to the pine tree:
- Tell me, old woman, where is the scythe?
- How should I know, robber?
end of introductory fragment
Russian folk tales
Biography of Tolstoy Alexey Nikolaevich
Alexey Nikolaevich Tolstoy born January 10 (December 29), 1883 in the city of Nikolaevsk, Samara province.
Tolstoy's father, Count Nikolai Alexandrovich, was the leader of the Samara district nobility.
His stepfather, Alexey Apollonovich Bostrom, was the chairman of the district zemstvo government.
Tolstoy’s mother, Alexandra Leontievna, née Turgeneva, was the granddaughter of the Decembrist N.I. Turgenev. She was an educated woman who studied literature.
The future writer spent his childhood in the village of Sosnovka, which belonged to his stepfather. Here, under the guidance of a visiting teacher, he received his initial education.
1897 - the Tolstoy family moves to Samara, and Alexey enters a real school.
1901 - after graduating from college, Alexei Tolstoy leaves Samara for St. Petersburg, intending to continue his education. He enters Institute of Technology to the mechanics department. Then he begins to write his first poems.
1905 – industrial practice at the Baltic plant.
1906 – first publication. The Kazan newspaper “Volzhsky Listok” publishes three poems by Alexei Tolstoy.
February - July of the same year - study in Dresden.
1907 - having completed almost the entire course of study at the institute, Tolstoy leaves it without defending his diploma. He intends to devote himself to literature. This year the first book of poems by Alexei Tolstoy, “Lyrics,” is published. His poems and articles are published in the magazines “Luch” and “Education”. The writer himself lives in Paris at this time, where he is preparing a second book of poems for publication.
1908 - return to St. Petersburg. A book of poems “Beyond the Blue Rivers” has been published. Tolstoy tries to work with prose and writes Magpie Tales. Exactly prose works will bring him fame.
1909 - Alexei Tolstoy writes the story “A Week in Turenev” (included in the collection “Trans-Volga Region”), which is published in the magazine “Apollo”. The Rosehip Publishing House is releasing the first book of stories and short stories by Alexei Tolstoy.
1910 - 1914 - two of the writer’s novels, “Eccentrics” and “The Lame Master,” are published. Critics favorably perceive his works, and M. Gorky himself praises Tolstoy’s works.
1912 – move to Moscow.
1913 - Alexey Tolstoy begins to collaborate with the newspaper “Russian Vedomosti”, publishing his novels and short stories in it.
1914 – the beginning of the First World War. Tolstoy, as a war correspondent for Russian Vedomosti, goes to the Southwestern Front.
1914 - 1916 - the war allows Tolstoy to visit Europe again, he visits France and England. In addition to journalistic work, he is engaged own creativity, writes stories about the war (“Underwater”, “ Beautiful lady", "On the Mountain"), turns to drama (writes the comedies "Killer Whale" and "Evil Spirit").
Beginning of 1917 – February Revolution makes Tolstoy think about Russian statehood, he is interested in the Petrine era. A historical theme gradually comes into the writer’s work.
Alexei Tolstoy does not accept the October Revolution.
1918 - Tolstoy and his family leave for Odessa, from there he goes to Paris.
1918 – 1923 – emigration. Alexei Tolstoy first lives in Paris, and in 1921 he moves to Berlin. Here he enters creative group“On the Eve”, consisting of representatives of the Russian emigrant intelligentsia. Becoming a member of "On the Eve" automatically meant giving up the fight against Soviet power, and therefore accept it. Because of this, many friends turn away from Tolstoy, he is expelled from the Union of Russian Writers in Paris. It is possible to maintain relations only with M. Gorky. Later, in his memoirs, the writer will call emigration the most difficult period in his life.
1920 - the story “Nikita’s Childhood” was written.
1921 - 1923 - the novel “Aelita”, the stories “Black Friday”, “The Manuscript Found Under the Bed” were written.
1923 – return to the USSR.
1925 – 1927 – work on the science fiction novel “Engineer Garin’s Hyperboloid”. During the same period, the story “The Golden Key, or the Adventures of Pinocchio” was written.
1927 - 1928 - Alexei Tolstoy writes the first two parts of the trilogy “Walking through Torment” (“Sisters”, “The Eighteenth Year”).
1928 - the Tolstoy family moves to Detskoe Selo near Leningrad.
1929 - work began on historical novel"Peter I". Tolstoy would write it for 16 years, until the end of his life, but the work would remain unfinished. The finished chapters of the novel are published by the New World magazine.
1931 - the novel “Black Gold” was written.
1932 – travel to Italy, meeting in Sorrento with M. Gorky.
1934 - Tolstoy takes an active part in the preparation and conduct of the First All-Union Congress Soviet writers.
1937 – the writer was elected as a deputy of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR.
1938 - Alexey Nikolaevich Tolstoy was awarded the Order of Lenin for the script for the film “Peter I”.
1939 - Tolstoy becomes an academician of the USSR Academy of Sciences.
1940 - 1941 - Alexei Tolstoy writes the third part of “Walking Through Torment” “Gloomy Morning”.
During the Great Patriotic War Tolstoy writes many articles, stories and essays. Creates the duology “Ivan the Terrible”.
January 10, 1943 - Alexei Tolstoy turns 60 years old. In connection with this event, by Decree of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR, the writer was awarded the Order of the Red Banner of Labor.
March 19 of the same year - award to Tolstoy Stalin Prize first degree (100 thousand rubles) for the novel “Walking Through Torment”. The prize was donated by the writer for the construction of the Grozny tank.
June 1944 - doctors discover a malignant tumor in the writer’s lung.
Alexey Nikolaevich Tolstoy an amazing and capable writer of rare talent, he created numerous novels, plays and stories, wrote scripts, fairy tales for children. Due to the fact that A.N. Tolstoy took the most effective and active part in the creation (at that time) Soviet literature for children, could not avoid close attention writer and works of Russian folklore, oral folk art, namely Russian folk tales, which on his behalf underwent some processing and retelling.
Alexey Nikolaevich sought to reveal to young readers, to show them the enormous ideological, moral and aesthetic richness, which permeates the works of Russian oral folk art. Carefully selecting and sifting the hosts folklore works, as a result, he included in his collection of Russian folk tales 50 fairy tales about animals and about seven children's fairy tales.
According to Alexei Tolstoy recycling folk tales was long and challenging task. If you believe his words, then from the numerous variations of Russian and folk tale he selected the most interesting tales, enriched with truly folk language expressions and amazing plot details, that could be useful for children and parents in mastering Russian folk culture, her stories.
To children's literature Tolstoy A.N. contributed his book, affectionately called “ Magpie Tales", which was prepared in 1910. Fairy tales from this book, thanks to diligence and perseverance Tolstoy, were often published in children's anti-corruption magazines of that time, such as “Galchonok”, “Tropinka” and many others. Works from his book are also widely used today.
Of course, it is necessary to note Tolstoy’s inexhaustible contribution to Russian children’s literature. It was Alexei Nikolaevich who translated, expanded and wrote the wonderful fairy tale in Russian “”. Subsequently, he used the text of this wonderful fairy tale to create a film script and play of the same name for children puppet theater. The history of this tale is very interesting, it began shortly before A.N. Tolstoy returned from emigration, then the initial translation of the story was published in a Berlin magazine Italian writer(C. Lorenzini) C. Collodi The Adventures of Pinocchio, essentially this was the first adaptation of the well-known literary work. From this time began Tolstoy’s long, painstaking work, which lasted more than ten years, on a fairy tale for children, which later became known as The Golden Key, or The Adventures of Pinocchio. The long and thorny work on this wonderful children's work was finally completed only in 1936.
They did not shy away from the writer’s attention (as noted above) and Russian folk tales, Tolstoy made retellings and adaptations of the texts of the most memorable folklore works that he loved. Already from his first steps in domestic and world literature, Alexei Nikolaevich Tolstoy set himself a goal: to be a passionate adherent of his native folklore, Russian folklore, close to him from childhood. oral creativity; late period The writer’s creativity is marked by grandiose folkloristic ideas. Tolstoy’s interest in folklore was genuinely broad, but at that time, in literature and pedagogy in general, the following phenomenon was observed as “a fierce struggle with fairy tale“and this may probably be the reason for the forced emigration of A.N. Tolstoy abroad, and at the same time his original Russian patriotism. After all, in those days, fairy tales were categorically denied as a genre of children’s literature; fairy tales were persecuted and destroyed by, for example, the Kharkov pedagogical school, which even allowed itself to release and popularize in every possible way a collection of articles called “We are against the fairy tale.” Pedagogical and Rappian criticism not only of the Russian fairy tale, but also of folk tales in general, were very strong and fully supported by numerous corrupt officials, who pictured the future of literature as completely sterilized from fairy tales, cleansed of cultural heritage past and his historical roots. Even many decades later, we can observe this picture of adherents of this ideology who continue to persecute and desecrate fairy tales in our days. These individuals are easy to find and read their “works”, which are written (or retold) today, in our days, for example, on behalf of the journalist Panyushkin and some others.
My task... is to preserve all the freshness and spontaneity when compiling the collection folk story. To do this, I do this: from the numerous variants of a folk tale, I choose the most interesting, indigenous one, and enrich it from other variants with vivid language turns and plot details. Of course, when collecting a fairy tale from separate parts in this way, or “restoring” it, I have to add something myself, modify something, supplement what is missing, but I do it in the same style - and with all confidence I offer the reader an authentic folk tale, folk art with all the richness of the language and the peculiarities of the story...
MAGIE TALES
Behind the viburnum bridge, on a raspberry bush, honey rolls grew and gingerbread cookies with filling. Every morning a white-sided magpie would fly in and eat gingerbread. He eats, cleans his sock and flies off to feed the children gingerbread. Once a tit bird asks a magpie:
- Where, auntie, do you bring gingerbread cookies with filling from? My children would love to eat them too. Show me this good place.
“And the devil is in the middle of nowhere,” answered the white-sided magpie, deceiving the titmouse.
“You’re not telling the truth, auntie,” the titmouse squeaked, “the devil has only pine cones lying around in the bushes, and even those are empty.” Tell me - I’ll track you down anyway.
The white-sided magpie got scared and became greedy. She flew to the raspberry bush and ate honey rolls and gingerbread cookies with filling, all clean.
And the magpie’s stomach hurt. I dragged myself home by force. She pushed the magpies, lay down and groaned...
- What's wrong with you, aunty? - asks the titmouse. - Or what hurts? “I worked,” the magpie groans, “I’m tired, my bones hurt.”
- Well, that’s it, but I was thinking about something else, for something else I know a remedy: the herb Sandrit, it heals all ailments. – Where does Sandrite grass grow? – the White-sided Magpie begged.
“The devil is in the middle of nowhere,” answered the titmouse, covered the children with her wings and fell asleep.
“The devil has only pine cones in the garden,” thought the magpie, “and even those are empty,” and she became sad: the white-sided one had a very bad stomach.
And out of pain and melancholy, the feathers on the magpie’s belly all came out, and the magpie became bare-faced. From greed.
A mouse runs through the clean snow, behind the mouse is a path where paws have stepped in the snow.
The mouse doesn’t think anything, because the brain in its head is smaller than a pea.
A mouse saw a pine cone in the snow, grabbed it with its teeth, scratched it, and kept looking with its black eye to see if there was a ferret. And the evil ferret barks in the mouse's tracks, sweeping snow with his red tail.
His mouth gaped - he was about to rush at the mouse... Suddenly the mouse scratched his nose on a bump, and out of fear - dived into the snow, only wagging his tail. And she doesn't exist.
The ferret even gritted his teeth - what a nuisance. And the ferret wandered and wandered through the white snow. Angry, hungry - better not get caught.
But the mouse never thought anything about this incident, because the brain of a mouse is smaller than a pea. That's right.
In the field there is a tyn, under the tyn there is a dog’s head, in the head there is a fat beetle sitting with one horn in the middle of its forehead. A goat was walking past, saw the goat, - he ran away and hit the goat with his head - the goat groaned, the goat's horn flew off.
“That’s it,” the beetle said, “with one horn it’s more convenient, come live with me.” The goat climbed into the dog's head, only tore off its face. “You don’t even know how to climb,” said the beetle, opened its wings and flew away. The goat jumped onto the tine after him, fell off and hung on the tine.
The women walked past the tyn to rinse the clothes, they took down the goat and thrashed it with rollers. The goat went home without a horn, with a torn muzzle, and dented sides. He walked and was silent. Laughter, and that's all.
The calf saw the hedgehog and said:
- I'll eat you!
The hedgehog didn’t know that the calf doesn’t eat hedgehogs, he got scared, curled up into a ball and snorted: “Try it.”
With his tail raised, the stupid little body jumped up and tried to butt him, then he spread his front legs and licked the hedgehog. - Oh, oh, oh! - the calf roared and ran to the mother cow and complained. - The hedgehog bit me on the tongue.
The cow raised her head, looked thoughtfully and again began to tear the grass. And the hedgehog rolled into a dark hole under a rowan root and said to the hedgehog: “I defeated a huge beast, it must be a lion!” And fame went about Yezhov’s courage for blue lake, behind the dark forest.
“Our hedgehog is a hero,” the animals whispered in fear.
A fox slept under an aspen tree and dreamed of thieves. Whether the fox is sleeping or not, there is still no way for the animals to live from it.
And they took up arms against the fox - the hedgehog, the woodpecker and the crow. The woodpecker and the crow flew forward, and the hedgehog rolled after them. A woodpecker and a crow sat down on an aspen tree. “Knock-knock-knock,” the woodpecker knocked on the bark with its beak.
And the fox had a dream - as if a scary man was waving an ax and approaching her. The hedgehog runs up to the pine tree, and the crow shouts to him: “Carr the hedgehog!.. Carr the hedgehog!” “Eat chicken,” the crow thinks, “the damned man guessed.” And behind the hedgehog the hedgehogs and the hedgehogs roll, puff, waddle... - Carr hedgehogs! - the crow screamed.
“Guard, knit!” - the fox thought, how she would jump up in her sleep, and the hedgehogs would hit her nose with needles... - They cut off my nose, death has come, - the fox gasped and - run.
The woodpecker jumped on her and began to hammer the fox's head. And the crow followed: “Carr.” Since then, the fox no longer went into the forest and did not steal. Survived the murderer.
A drift of snow flies through the snow, sweeping snowdrift onto snowdrift... A pine tree creaks on the mound: - Oh, oh, my old bones, the night has played out, oh, oh... A hare sits under the pine tree, ears pricked up. “Why are you sitting,” the pine tree groans, “the wolf will eat you.” - I would run away. - Where should I run, it’s white all around, all the bushes are covered in snow, there’s nothing to eat... - And sometimes you, scratch it. “There’s nothing to look for,” said the hare and lowered his ears.
“Oh, my old eyes,” the pine tree groaned, “someone is running, it must be a wolf,” “there is a wolf.” The hare began to rush about. - Hide me, grandma... - Oh, oh, well, jump into the hollow, obliquely. The hare jumped into the hollow, and the wolf ran up and shouted to the pine tree: “Tell me, old woman, where is the scythe?”
- How do I know, robber, I’m not guarding the hare, the wind is blowing up, oh, oh...
The wolf threw his gray tail, lay down at the roots, and laid his head on his paws. And the wind whistles in the branches, grows stronger... “I can’t stand it, I can’t stand it,” the pine tree creaks.
The snow began to fall thicker, a shaggy snowstorm blew in, picked up white snowdrifts, and threw them onto the pine tree.
The pine tree strained, grunted and broke... Gray wolf, falling, she hurt herself to death...
They were both swept away by the storm. And the hare jumped out of the hollow and jumped wherever his eyes looked.
“I’m an orphan,” thought the hare, “my grandmother had a pine tree, and even that one was covered in snow...” And trifling hare tears dripped into the snow.
CAT VASKA
Vaska the cat's teeth were broken from old age, and Vaska the cat was a great hunter at catching mice. He lies all day on the warm stove and thinks about how to straighten his teeth... And he came up with an idea, and having decided on it, he went to the old witch.
“Baushka,” the cat purred, “give me teeth, but I broke off the sharp, iron, and bone teeth a long time ago.”
“Okay,” says the sorceress, “for this you will give me what you catch the first time.”
The cat swore, took the iron teeth, and ran home. He gets impatient at night, walks around the room, sniffing out mice. Suddenly something flashed, the cat rushed, but apparently missed. I went - it rushed again.
“Wait a minute!” - Vaska the cat thinks, he stopped, squinted his eyes and turned around, but suddenly he jumped, spun around like a top and grabbed his tail with his iron teeth. An old witch appeared out of nowhere.
“Come on,” he says, “the tail is by agreement.”
The cat purred, meowed, and shed tears. There is nothing to do. He gave away his tail. And the cat became scanty. He lies on the stove all day long and thinks: “Go to hell, iron teeth, go to hell!”
OWL AND CAT
Lived in an oak hollow white owl- a harrier bird, the owl had seven cubs, seven sons. One night she flew away to catch mice and drink eggs.
And a wild forest cat walked past the oak tree. The cat heard the owls squeaking, climbed into the hollow and ate them - all seven of them. Having eaten, he curled up right there in the warm nest and fell asleep.
An owl flew in, looked with round eyes, and saw that the cat was sleeping. I understood everything.
The cat, half asleep, did not understand and let the owl go. They lay down in a hollow side by side. The owl says: “Why, cat, do you have blood on your whiskers?” “I hurt myself, godfather, I licked the wound.” - Why is your snout covered in fluff, cat? “The falcon shook me, I forcibly left him. - Why are your eyes burning, cat?
The owl hugged the cat with its paws and drank his eyes. She wiped her beak on the fur and shouted: Owls! Seven, seven. Owls! The cat ate it.
Chickens walk on the green grass-ant, on a wheel white rooster stands and thinks: will it rain or not? He bows his head, looks at the cloud with one eye and thinks again. A pig is scratching against the fence.
“Devil knows,” the pig grumbles, “today the watermelon rinds were given to the cow again.” – We are always satisfied! - the chickens said in unison.
- Fools! - the pig grunted. “Today I heard how the hostess swore to feed her guests chicken. - How, how, how, how, what is it? - the chickens chattered.
“They’ll turn your heads off - that’s what it’s all about,” the pig grumbled and lay down in a puddle. The rooster looked down thoughtfully and said:
- Chickens, don’t be afraid, you won’t escape fate. And I think it will rain. How are you, pig? – I don’t care.
“My God,” the hens began to speak, “you, rooster, indulge in idle talk, and yet they can make soup out of us.” This made the rooster laugh, he flapped his wings and crowed. - Never put me, the rooster, in the soup!
The chickens were worried. At this time, the hostess came out to the threshold of the hut with a huge knife and said: “It doesn’t matter, it’s old, we’ll cook it.”
And she went to the rooster. The rooster looked at her, but proudly continued to stand on the wheel.
But the hostess approached and extended her hand... Then he felt an itch in his legs and ran very fast: the farther, the faster. The chickens scattered, and the pig pretended to be asleep.
“Will it rain or not?” - thought the rooster when, caught, they carried him to the threshold to chop off his head. And just as he lived, he died – a sage.
White geese are walking from the river along the frozen grass, in front of them an angry gander stretches its neck and hisses: “If I come across anyone, I’ll pinch you.” Suddenly a shaggy jackdaw flew low and shouted: “What, let’s swim!” The water is frozen. - Shushur! - the gander hisses.
The goslings waddle behind the gander, and behind is the old goose. The goose wants to lay an egg, and she sadly thinks: “Where should I lay the egg for the winter?”
And the goslings bend their necks to the right and pinch the sorrel, and to the left their necks bend and pinch. A shaggy jackdaw flies sideways across the grass, shouting:
- Go away, geese, quickly, at the cellar they are sharpening knives, killing pigs, and they will get to you, geese.
The gander, in flight, with a thorn, snatched a feather from the jackdaw’s tail, and the goose fluttered: “You’re a spiny tail, you’re yelling, you’re scaring my children.” “Sorrel, sorrel,” the goslings whisper, “it’s frozen, it’s frozen.”
The geese passed the dam, walked past the garden, and suddenly a naked pig ran towards them along the road, shaking its ears, and a worker ran after it, rolling up its sleeves.
The worker got the hang of it, grabbed the pig by the hind legs and dragged it over the frozen hummocks. And the gander pinched and grabbed the worker’s calves with a twist, a spike.
The goslings ran away and looked with their heads bowed. The goose, groaning, trotted off to the frozen swamp. “Ho, ho,” shouted the gander, “everyone is behind me!”
And the geese rushed half-flight into the yard. On poultry yard The cook was sharpening her knives, the gander ran up to the trough, drove away the chickens and ducks, ate himself, fed the children and, coming from behind, pinched the cook. - Oh, you! - the cook gasped, and the gander ran away and shouted: - Geese, ducks, chickens, all follow me! The gander ran up the hill, waved his white wing and shouted: “Birds, as many as we have, we’re flying overseas!” Let's fly! - Under the clouds! - the goslings screamed. - High, high! - the chickens cocked. The breeze blew. The gander looked at the cloud, ran up and flew.
The goslings jumped after him and immediately got caught - their crops were so full. The turkey shook his gray nose, the chickens ran away in fear, the ducks squatted and quacked, and the goose was upset, burst into tears, and was all swollen. - How can I, how can I fly with an egg!
The cook ran up and chased the birds into the yard. And the gander flew to the cloud. Past the triangle wild geese swam. The wild geese took the gander with them overseas. And the gander shouted: - Gu-usi, chickens, ducks, don’t remember them...
The brother's name was Ivan, and the sister's name was Kosichka. Their mother was angry: she made them sit on a bench and told them to be silent. It’s boring to sit, the flies bite or Pigtail plucks - and there’s a fuss, and the mother will pull up her shirt and - splash... If only they could go into the forest, even if you walk there on your head, no one will say a word... Ivan and Pigtail thought about this and ran into the dark forest.
They run, climb trees, tumble in the grass - such a squeal has never been heard in the forest. By noon the children had calmed down, were tired, and wanted to eat. “I wish I could eat,” Pigtail whined. Ivan began scratching his stomach - guessing. “We’ll find a mushroom and eat it,” said Ivan. - Let's go, don't whine.
They found a boletus under an oak tree and only set their sights on picking it. The pigtail whispered: “Or maybe it hurts the mushroom if you eat it?” Ivan began to think. And he asks: “Boletus, and boletus, does it hurt if you are eaten?” The boletus responds in a hoarse voice: “It hurts.”
Ivan and Pigtail went under the birch tree where the boletus grew and asked him: “Does it hurt you, boletus, if you are there?” “It hurts terribly,” the boletus responds.
They asked Ivan da Pigtail under the aspen for the boletus, under the pine for the white one, in the meadow for the saffron milk cap, the dry milk mushroom and the wet milk mushroom, the blueberry, the skinny honey fungus, the buttermilk, the chanterelle and the russula. “It hurts, it hurts,” the mushrooms squeal. And the wet milk mushroom even slapped his lips: “Why did you come to me, well, yours to the devil…” “Well,” says Ivan, “my stomach let me down.”
And Pigtail let out a roar. Suddenly, from under the rotten leaves, a red mushroom emerges, as if sprinkled with sweet flour - dense, beautiful. Ivan and Pigtail gasped: “Cute little mushroom, can I eat you?”
“You can, kids, you can, with pleasure,” the red mushroom answers them in a pleasant voice, and just like that it climbs into their mouth.
Ivan and Kosichka sat down over him and just opened their mouths - suddenly mushrooms flew out of nowhere: boletus and boletus, aspen and white, skinny honey fungus and little blue mushroom, wet milk mushroom and dry milk mushroom, butter mushroom, chanterelles and russula, and give a red mushroom to pound - to pound: - Oh, you poison, Amanita, to burst you, he thought of poisoning the children... Only flour flies from Amanita. “I wanted to laugh,” yells Fly Agaric...
- We'll laugh at you! - the mushrooms scream and they piled up so much that the Amanita was left with a wet spot - it burst. And where it remained wet, even the grass withered due to fly agaric poison...
“Well, now, kids, open your mouths for real,” said the mushrooms. And every single one of the mushrooms went to Ivan and Pigtail, one after another, jumped into his mouth - and was swallowed. Ivan and Kosichka ate to their heart's content and immediately fell asleep.
And in the evening the hare came running and took the children home. Mother saw Ivan and Pigtail, was delighted, gave only one spank, and even then lovingly, and gave it to the hare cabbage leaf: – Eat, drummer!
CANCER WEDDING
A little rook sits on a branch by the pond. A dry leaf floats on the water, with a snail in it. -Where are you going, aunty? - the rook shouts to her. - To the other side, dear, to cancer for the wedding. - Well, okay, swim.
A spider on long legs runs through the water, stands up, combs itself, and flies on. -Where are you going? The spider saw the rook's yellow mouth and got scared. – Don’t touch me, I’m a sorcerer, I’m running to cancer for a wedding. The tadpole stuck its mouth out of the water and moved its lips. -Where are you going, tadpole?
- I’m breathing, tea, you see, now I want to turn into a frog, I’ll jump to the cancer for the wedding. A green dragonfly flutters and flies over the water. -Where are you going, dragonfly? “I’m flying to dance, little rook, to the crayfish for the wedding... “Oh, what a thing,” the little rook thinks, “everyone is in a hurry to get there.” A bee is buzzing. - And you, bee, to the cancer? “To cancer,” the bee grumbles, “to drink honey and mash.” A red-finned perch is swimming, and the rook prays to him:
- Take me to the crayfish, red feather, I’m not a master of flying yet, take me on your back. - But they didn’t invite you, you fool. - It doesn’t matter, just take a look...
“Okay,” said the perch, stuck his steep back out of the water, the rook jumped on him, “let’s swim.”
And on the other shore, on a hummock, an old crayfish celebrated his wedding. The crayfish and crayfish moved their antennae, looked with their eyes, and snapped their claws like scissors. A snail was crawling along a hummock, whispering with everyone - gossiping.
The spider was having fun - mowing hay with its paw. The dragonfly fluttered its rainbow wings, rejoicing that it was so beautiful and that everyone loved it. The frog puffed up its belly and sang songs. Three minnows and a ruff were dancing. The Cancer-groom held the bride by the mustache and fed her a fly. “Eat it,” said the groom. “I don’t dare,” answered the bride, “I’m waiting for my uncle’s perch...” The dragonfly screamed: “Perch, the perch is swimming, but how scary it is with its wings.”
The guests turned around... A perch was rushing across the green water, and on it sat a black and winged monster with a yellow mouth.
What started here... The groom abandoned the bride, giving her water; behind him are crayfish, frogs, ruff and minnows; the spider froze and lay on its back; The dragonfly began to chirp and flew away.
A perch swims up - empty on the hummock, one spider lies and it looks like it’s dead... The perch threw the rook onto the hummock and swears:
- Well, what have you done, you fool... It’s not for nothing that they didn’t want to call you, you fool...
The rook's yellow mouth opened even wider, and he remained there - a fool for the rest of his life.
PORTOS
Once upon a time there were three poor granddaughters: Leshka, Fomka and Nil. All three of them had only little porticoes, little blue ones, and even those had a rotten fly.
You can’t separate them and it’s awkward to put on – the shirt sticks out of the fly like a hare’s ear.
Without porticoes, woe: either a fly will bite you under the knee, or the kids will lash you with a twig, so deftly - you won’t be able to scrub off the broken place until the evening.
Leshka, Fomka and Neil are sitting on the bench and crying, and the porticoes are hanging on a nail by the door. A black cockroach comes and says to the boys: “We cockroaches always go without portages, come live with us.” The eldest, Neil, answers him:
- You cockroaches have mustaches, but we don’t, we won’t go live with you. The mouse comes running.
“We,” he says, “do the same thing without porticoes, come live with us, with the mice.” The middle one, Fomka, answers her: “The cat eats you mice, we won’t go to the mice.” The red bull comes; He stuck his horned head into the window and said: “And I go without trousers, come live with me.”
- They feed you hay, bull - is that food? “We won’t go live with you,” the younger one, Leshka, answers.
The three of them, Leshka, Fomka and Neil, are sitting, rubbing their eyes with their fists and roaring. And the porticoes jumped off the nail and said with a bow:
“We, rotten ones, don’t have to deal with such picky people—yes, they sneak into the entryway, and out of the entryway through the gate, and out of the gate to the threshing floor, and across the river—remember what their name was.”
Then Leshka, Fomka and Nil repented and began to ask forgiveness from the cockroach, the mouse and the bull.
The bull forgave and gave them an old tail to ward off flies. The mouse forgave him and brought him some sugar to give to the children so that the lashing with twigs wouldn’t hurt too much. But the black cockroach did not forgive for a long time, then he finally softened up and taught cockroach wisdom: “Even though some are rotten, they are still little ports.”
An ant crawls, dragging a straw.
And an ant crawls through mud, swamps and shaggy hummocks; where there is a ford, where he will throw straw from one end to another and cross it.
The ant is tired, there is dirt on his feet, and his mustache is worn out. And over the swamp the fog spreads, thick, impenetrable - you can’t see it.
An ant lost its way and began to rush from side to side - looking for a firefly... - Firefly, firefly, light a flashlight.
And just right for the firefly to lie down and die - there are no legs, it’s not a question of crawling on its belly.
“I can’t keep up with you,” the firefly groans, “I’d like to climb into the bell, you can do without me.”
I found a bell, a firefly crawled into it, lit a flashlight, the bell shines through, the firefly is very happy. The ant got angry and began to gnaw the stem of the bell.
And the firefly leaned over the edge, looked and began to ring the bell.
And the animals came running to the sound and the light: water beetles, snakes, mosquitoes and mice, moth butterflies. They took him to drown the ant in the impassable mud. The ant cries and begs: “Don’t rush me, I’ll give you ant wine.” - OK.
The animals took out a dry leaf, and the ant poured wine into it; The animals drink and praise. They got drunk and started squatting. And the ant runs.
The animals raised a squeak, noise and ringing and woke up the old bat. She slept under the balcony roof, upside down. She stretched out her ear, took off, dived from the crown to the light bell, covered the animals with her wings and ate them all.
This is what happened on a dark night, after rain, in swampy swamps, in the middle of a flowerbed, near the balcony.
On Baba Yaga's hut, on a wooden shutter, nine cockerels are carved. Red heads, golden wings.
Night will come, the woodies and kikimoras will wake up in the forest, start hooting and fussing, and the cockerels will also want to stretch their legs.
They jump off the shutter into the damp grass, their necks bent and they run around. They pluck grass and wild berries. The goblin gets caught, and the goblin gets pinched on the heel.
Rustle, running through the forest. And at dawn, Baba Yaga will rush in like a whirlwind on a mortar with a crack and shout to the cockerels: “Get to your place, idlers!”
The cockerels don’t dare disobey and, even though they don’t want to, they jump into the shutter and become wooden, as they were. But once Baba Yaga did not appear at dawn, the stupa got stuck in the swamp along the way. Radekhonki cockerels; They ran to a clear patch and flew up onto a pine tree. They took off and gasped.
Wonderful wonder! The sky is burning like a scarlet stripe over the forest, flaring up; the wind runs through the leaves; dew sets. And the red stripe spreads and becomes clearer. And then the fiery sun rolled out. It’s light in the forest, the birds are singing, and the leaves are rustling on the trees.
The cockerels took their breath away. They flapped their golden wings and sang - crow! With joy.
And then they flew beyond the dense forest to an open field, away from Baba Yaga. And since then, at dawn, the cockerels wake up and crow. - Kukureku, Baba Yaga has disappeared, the sun is coming!
There lived in an old man's yard a gray gelding, good, fat, with a shovel-shaped lower lip and a better tail, like a pipe; there was no such tail in the whole village.
The old man can’t get enough of this, he praises everything. One night a gelding smelled that oats were being threshed on the threshing floor, he went there, and ten wolves attacked the gelding, caught him, ate his tail off - the gelding kicked, kicked, kicked, and galloped home without a tail.
The old man saw a short gelding in the morning and began to tan - without a tail it’s the same as without a head - it’s disgusting to look at. What to do? The old man thought and sewed a wet tail on the gelding. And the gelding is a thief, and again at night he went to the threshing floor for oats.
Ten wolves are right there; They caught the gelding again, grabbed it by the wolf's tail, tore it off, gobbled it up and choked - the wolf won't get the cord down his throat. And the gelding kicked, galloped off to the old man and shouted: “Run to the threshing floor quickly, the wolves are choking on a washcloth.”
The old man grabbed the stake and ran. He looks - ten gray wolves are sitting on the lek and coughing. The old man - with a stake, the gelding - with a hoof and hit the wolves. The gray ones howled and began to ask for forgiveness.
“Okay,” says the old man, “I’ll forgive you, just sew on the gelding’s tail.” “The wolves howled again and killed me.
The next day the old man came out of the hut, let me take a look at this one, he thought; I looked, and the gelding’s tail was crocheted—like a wolf’s.
The old man gasped, but it was too late: the kids were sitting on the fence, rolling around, cackling. - Grandfather grows wolf tails for horses. And from then on they nicknamed the old man - tail.
A camel entered the barnyard and groaned:
- Well, they hired a new worker, and he’s just trying to burn him on the hump with a stick - he must be a gypsy.
“That’s what you need, lanky one,” answered the brown gelding, “it’s sickening to look at you.” “It’s okay, tea, I also have four legs.”
“The dog over there has four legs, but is she a beast?” - the cow said sadly. - It barks and bites.
“Don’t meddle with the dog with the faces,” the gelding answered, and then waved his tail and shouted to the camel: “Well, you lanky one, get away from the block!”
And the deck was filled with tasty mash. The camel looked at the gelding with sad eyes, went to the fence and began to eat empty chewing gum. The cow said again: “The camel spits too much, if only he died…” “He died!” - the sheep gasped all at once.
And the camel stood and thought about how to arrange it so that he would be respected barnyard steel. At that time, a sparrow flew into the nest and squeaked fleetingly: “What a scary camel you are, really!” - Yeah! - the camel guessed and roared, as if a board had been broken. “Are you crazy,” said the cow? “Are you crazy?” The camel stretched its neck, patted its lips, shook its skinny cones: “Look how scary I am...” and jumped.
The gelding, the cow and the sheep stared at him... Then, as they shy away, the cow mooed, the gelding, with its tail sticking out, galloped off to the far corner, the sheep huddled together. The camel quivered his lips and shouted: “Come on, look!” Here everything, even the dung beetle, was scared out of the yard. The camel laughed, walked up to the mess and said:
- It would have been like this a long time ago. Nothing can be done without the mind. Now let's eat to our heart's content...
By nightfall the cook was tired, fell asleep on the floor near the stove and started snoring - the cockroaches were dying of fear, flopping everywhere, from the ceiling and from the walls.
There was a blue light in the lamp above the table. And then the damper in the stove moved back by itself, a pot-bellied pot of cabbage soup came out and took off the lid. - Hello, honest people. “Hello,” the kneading tree answered importantly.
“Hee, hee,” the clay pan began to cry, “hello!” – and nodded his nose. The rolling pin leaned towards the baking sheet.
“I don’t like mean conversations,” she said loudly, “oh, someone’s sides are itching.” The baking sheet dived into the stove on a pole. “Don’t touch him,” said the pot. The thin poker wiped her dirty nose and sniffled:
- You’re swearing again, no Ugomon on you; You wander and wander all day, and at night they won’t let you sleep. -Who called me? - Ugomon made a noise under the stove.
“It’s not me, but the poker, it was she who hit the cook on the back today,” said the rolling pin. The poker darted: “And it wasn’t me, but the grip, the owner himself used the grip to kill the cook.”
Uhvat, with his horns spread, was dozing in the corner, grinning. The pot puffed out its cheeks and said:
“I’m telling you that I don’t want to cook cabbage soup anymore, I have a crack in my side.” - Oh, fathers! - the poker burst open. “It shouldn’t hurt,” answered the rolling pin. The baking sheet jumped out of the stove and whined: “A crack, some putty would help, the dough would also help.” “Anoint with dough,” said the kneading bowl. The chewed spoon jumped off the shelf, scooped up the dough and anointed the pot. “It doesn’t matter,” said the pot, “I’m tired, I’ll burst and be covered.” The dough began to swell and click with bubbles - she laughed.
“So,” said the pot, “I, honest people, want to plop down on the floor and split.” “Wait a while, uncle,” the baking sheet screamed, “it’s not for me to cook cabbage soup.”
- Ham! - the rolling pin barked and rushed. The baking sheet barely bounced off, only the rolling pin knocked off his sock. - Fathers, fight! - the poker began to scurry around. A salt lick rolled out of the stove and beeped: “Does anyone need salting?”
“If you have time, you will have time to annoy me,” the pot answered sadly: he was old and wise. The cook began to lament in her sleep: “My dear little pots!” The pot hurried and took off the lid. - Goodbye, honest people, I’m about to break myself.
And he was just about to jump off the pole, when suddenly, out of sleep, the fool grabbed him with his horns and threw him into the oven.
The baking tray jumped behind the pot, the valve closed by itself, and the rolling pin rolled off the bench and hit the cook on the head.
“Cheer me, mind me...” the cook babbled. I rushed to the stove - everything was in place, as it was. A matinee was sparkling in the window, like skimmed milk.
“It’s time to flood,” said the cook and yawned, even turning out all over.
And when she opened the damper, there was a pot in the oven, split into two halves, the cabbage soup spilled, and a strong and sour spirit walked through the hut. The cook just clasped her hands. And it hit her at breakfast!
CHICKEN GOD
A man was plowing and with a plow he turned out a round stone; there was a hole in the middle of the stone. “Hey,” said the man, “yes that’s it.” chicken god. He brought it home and said to the owner: “I found the chicken god, hang it in the chicken coop, the chickens will be healthier.” The woman obeyed and hung a stone by the washcloth in the chicken coop, near the roost.
The chickens came to spend the night, saw the stone, bowed all at once and clucked:
- Father Perun, protect us with your hammer, a thunderstone from the night, from sickness, from dew, from fox tears. They cackled, closed their eyes with white membranes and fell asleep. At night, night blindness entered the chicken coop and wants to starve the chickens out. The stone swung and hit the night blindness - it remained in place.
Behind the night blindness, a fox crawled in behind him, shedding tears from her pretense, she managed to grab the rooster by the neck - the stone hit the fox on the nose, the fox rolled upward with its paws.
By morning a black thunderstorm has arrived, thunder is crackling, lightning is blazing - it’s about to hit the chicken coop.
And the stone on the washcloth was enough for the roost, the chickens got caught and ran away sleepily in all directions. Lightning fell into the chicken coop, but did not hurt anyone - there was no one there. In the morning, a man and a woman looked into the chicken coop and marveled: “That’s how the chicken god is - the chickens are intact.”
MASHA AND THE MICE
“Sleep, Masha,” says the nanny, “don’t open your eyes in your sleep, otherwise the cat will jump on your eyes.” - What cat? - Black, with claws.
Masha immediately closed her eyes. And the nanny climbed onto the chest, groaned, fidgeted, and began to sing sleepy songs with her nose. Masha thought that the nanny was pouring oil from her nose into the lamp.
I thought and fell asleep. Then frequent, frequent stars poured out outside the window, a month crawled out from behind the roof and sat on the chimney... “Hello, stars,” said Masha.
The stars were spinning, spinning, spinning. Masha looks - they have tails and paws. “It’s not the stars, but white mice that run around all over the month.”
Suddenly, under the moon, a chimney began to smoke, an ear came out, then the whole head was black and mustachioed.
The mice darted and hid all at once. The head crawled away, and a black cat softly jumped out of the window; came in dragging his tail big steps, closer and closer to the bed, sparks fell from the wool. “I wish I could open my eyes,” thinks Masha. And the cat jumped on her chest, sat down, rested his paws, stretched his neck, looking. Masha’s eyes open up on their own. “Nanny,” she whispers, “nanny.” “I ate the nanny,” says the cat, “I ate the chest too.” Masha is about to open her eyes, the cat is covering her ears... Yes, she sneezes. Masha shouted, and all the mouse stars appeared out of nowhere and surrounded the cat; the cat wants to jump on Masha’s eyes - there’s a mouse in the mouth, the cat eats mice, chokes, and the month itself crawled down the pipe, swam to the bed, at the month of the nanny’s scarf and a thick nose... - Nanny, - Masha cries, - the cat ate you... - And sat down. There is no cat, no mice, and the moon is floating far behind the clouds. On the chest, a fat nanny sings sleepy songs with her nose. “The cat spat out the nanny and spat out the chest,” thought Masha and said: “Thank you, month, and to you, clear stars.”
LYNX, MAN AND BEAR
A man cuts down a pine tree, white chips fall on the summer needles, the pine tree trembles, and at the very top of it sits a yellow lynx.
The trot is bad, there is nowhere for her to jump, and she says in a wooden voice, like a pine tree: “Don’t cut me down, little man, I’ll be useful to you.” The man was surprised, wiped off his sweat and asked: “What can you do for me, pine tree?” - But a bear will come running, and you will climb on me. The man thought: “What if, say, there is no bear now?” - No, but look back...
The man turned around, there was a bear behind him, and his mouth opened. The man gasped and climbed up the pine tree, followed by a bear and a lynx towards him. The man's stomach ached with fear.
“There’s nothing to do, eat me,” says the man, “just let me smoke a pipe.” “Well, smoke,” the bear barked, climbed down to the ground and sat on his hind legs.
A little man clung to a branch, tore the tow out of his hat, struck it with a flint and it flared up, a rapid fire began to run. And the man shouted: “Oh, oh, I missed the fire!”
The lynx and the bear got scared and ran away. And the man went home, still laughing.
There was a small town near the stream under a bush. Little men lived in small houses. And everything was small for them - the sky, the sun the size of a Chinese apple, and the stars. Only the stream was called - Okiyan-sea and the bush - dense forest.
IN deep forest There lived three animals - Krymza the two-toothed, Indrik the beast, and the Rhinoceros.
The little people were afraid of them more than anything else in the world. No life from animals, no peace. And the king of the small town called out the cry:
- There will be good fellow defeat the beasts, for this I will give him half the kingdom and my daughter Kuzyava-Muzyava the Beautiful as a wife.
The trumpeters sounded for two days, the people went deaf - they didn’t want to answer anyone with their heads. On the third day, an ancient elder comes to the king and says:
- No one will do such a thing, king, except for the terrible giant hero, who is now sitting by the sea-ocean and catching a whale, send ambassadors to him.
The king equipped ambassadors with gifts, and the gilded and important ambassadors went.
They walked and walked in the thick grass and saw a giant; He sits in a red shirt, his head is fiery, and he puts a snake on an iron hook.
The ambassadors shuddered, fell to their knees, and squealed. And that giant was the miller’s grandson Petkaryzhiy - a mischievous man and a fisherman. Petka saw the ambassadors, sat down, and opened his mouth. The ambassadors gave Petka gifts - poppy grain, a fly's nose, and forty altyns in money and asked for help. “Okay,” said Petka, “lead me to the animals.”
The ambassadors brought him to a rowan bush, where a mouse’s nose was sticking out of the hill. - Who is this? – asks Petka. “The most terrible Crimea is the two-toothed one,” the ambassadors squeal.
Petka meowed like a cat, the mouse thought it was a cat, got scared and ran away. And behind the mouse the beetle puffs up and tries to butt you with its horn.
- Who is this?
“Rhinoceros,” the ambassadors answer, “did away all our children.”
Petka grabbed the rhinoceros by the back and by the bosom! The rhino was scratching.
“And this is Indrik the beast,” said the ambassadors.
The indrik beast crawled onto Petka’s hand and bit him on the finger. Petka got angry:
- You, ant, bite!
– And he drowned the Indrik-beast in the Okiyan-sea.
End of introductory fragment.
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Fairy Tale: Magpie Tales
Magpie
Behind the viburnum bridge, on a raspberry bush, honey rolls grew and gingerbread cookies with filling. Every morning a white-sided magpie would fly in and eat gingerbread.
He eats, cleans his sock and flies off to feed the children gingerbread.
Once a tit bird asks a magpie:
Where, auntie, do you bring gingerbread cookies with filling from? My children would love to eat them too. Show me this good place.
And in the middle of nowhere, answered the white-sided magpie, he deceived the titmouse.
You’re not telling the truth, auntie, the titmouse squeaked, the devil has only pine cones lying around in the bushes, and even those are empty. Tell me I'll track you down anyway.
The white-sided magpie got scared and became greedy. She flew to the raspberry bush and ate honey rolls and gingerbread cookies with filling, all clean.
And the magpie’s stomach hurt. I dragged myself home by force. She pushed the magpies, lay down and groaned...
What's wrong with you, auntie? asks the titmouse bird. Or what hurts?
I worked, the magpie groans, I’m tired, my bones ache.
Well, that’s it, but I was thinking something else, for something else I know a remedy: the herb Sandrit, it heals all ailments.
Where does Sandrite grass grow? prayed the White-sided Magpie.
And the devil is in the middle of nowhere, answered the titmouse bird, covered the children with her wings and fell asleep.
“The devil has only pine cones in the bush,” thought the magpie, and even those are empty,” and she became sad: the white-sided woman’s stomach hurt very much.
And from the pain and anguish on the magpie’s belly, the feathers all came out, and it became a magpie’s head.
From greed.
Mouse
A mouse runs through the clean snow, behind the mouse is a path where paws have stepped in the snow.
The mouse doesn't think anything because its brain is smaller than a pea.
A mouse saw a pine cone in the snow, grabbed it with its teeth, scratched it, and kept looking with its black eye to see if there was a ferret.
And the evil ferret barks in the mouse's tracks, sweeping snow with his red tail.
His mouth was open and he was about to rush at the mouse... Suddenly the mouse scratched his nose on a bump, and out of fright he dived into the snow, only wagging his tail. And she doesn't exist.
The ferret even ground his teeth in annoyance. And the ferret wandered and wandered through the white snow. You better not get caught angry and hungry.
But the mouse never thought anything about this incident, because the brain of a mouse is smaller than a pea. That's right.
Goat
In a field of tyn, under the tyn, there is a dog’s head, in the head there is a fat beetle sitting with one horn in the middle of its forehead.
A goat was walking past, saw the goat, ran away and hit the goat with its head, the goat groaned, and the goat’s horn flew off.
That's it, the beetle said, with one horn it's more convenient, come live with me.
The goat climbed into the dog's head, only tore off its face.
“You don’t even know how to climb,” said the beetle, opened its wings and flew.
The goat jumped onto the tine after him, fell off and hung on the tine.
Women walked past the tine to rinse their clothes, took off the goat and thrashed it with rollers.
The goat went home without a horn, with a torn muzzle, and dented sides.
Shel was silent.
Laughter, and that's all.
and
The calf saw the hedgehog and said:
I'll eat you!
The hedgehog didn’t know that the calf didn’t eat hedgehogs, he got scared, curled up into a ball and snorted:
Try.
With its tail raised, the stupid calf jumped up and down, trying to butt it, then spread its front legs and licked the hedgehog.
Oh, oh, oh! The calf roared and ran to the mother cow, complaining.
The hedgehog bit me on the tongue.
The cow raised her head, looked thoughtfully and again began to tear the grass.
And the hedgehog rolled into a dark hole under a rowan root and said to the hedgehog:
I defeated a huge beast, it must have been a lion!
And the glory of Yezhov’s courage went beyond the blue lake, beyond the dark forest.
We have a hedgehog hero, the animals whispered in fear.
Fox
A fox slept under an aspen tree and dreamed of thieves.
The fox is sleeping, isn’t he sleeping anyway, there is no way for the animals to survive from her.
And the hedgehog, woodpecker and crow took up arms against the fox.
The woodpecker and the crow flew forward, and the hedgehog rolled after them.
A woodpecker and a crow sat down on an aspen tree.
Knock-knock-knock, the woodpecker knocked on the bark with its beak.
And the fox had a dream that a scary man was waving an ax and approaching her.
The hedgehog runs up to the pine tree and the crow shouts to him:
Karr the hedgehog!.. Karr the hedgehog!..
“Eat chicken, the crow thinks, the damned man guessed it.”
And behind the hedgehog the hedgehogs and the hedgehogs roll, puff, waddle...
Karr hedgehogs! the crow screamed.
“Guard, knit!” thought the fox, how he’ll jump up awake, and the hedgehogs will hit her nose with needles...
They cut off my nose, death came, the fox gasped and ran.
The woodpecker jumped on her and began to hammer the fox's head. And the crow followed: “Carr.”
Since then, the fox no longer went into the forest and did not steal.
Survived the murderer.
Magpie
Behind the viburnum bridge, on a raspberry bush, honey rolls grew and gingerbread cookies with filling. Every morning a white-sided magpie would fly in and eat gingerbread.
He eats, cleans his sock and flies off to feed the children gingerbread.
Once a tit bird asks a magpie:
- Where, auntie, do you carry gingerbread cookies with filling? My children would love to eat them too. Show me this good place.
“And the devil is in the middle of nowhere,” answered the white-sided magpie, deceiving the titmouse.
“You’re not telling the truth, auntie,” the titmouse squeaked, “the devil has only pine cones lying around in the bushes, and even those are empty.” Tell me - I’ll track you down anyway.
The white-sided magpie got scared and became greedy. She flew to the raspberry bush and ate honey rolls and gingerbread cookies with filling, all clean.
And the magpie’s stomach hurt. I dragged myself home by force. She pushed the magpies, lay down and groaned...
- What's wrong with you, auntie? - asks the titmouse. - Or what hurts?
“I worked,” the magpie groans, “I’m tired, my bones hurt.”
- Well, that’s it, but I was thinking about something else, for something else I know a remedy: the herb Sandrit, it heals all ailments.
-Where does Sandrite grass grow? - White-sided Magpie begged.
“The devil is in the middle of nowhere,” answered the titmouse, covered the children with her wings and fell asleep.
“The devil has only pine cones in the garden,” thought the magpie, “and even those are empty,” and she became sad: the white-sided woman’s stomach hurt very much.
And out of pain and melancholy, the feathers on the magpie’s belly all came out, and the magpie became bare-faced.
From greed.
Mouse
A mouse runs through the clean snow, behind the mouse is a path where paws have stepped in the snow.
The mouse doesn't think anything, because the brain in its head is smaller than a pea.
A mouse saw a pine cone in the snow, grabbed it with its teeth, scratched it, and kept looking with its black eye to see if there was a ferret.
And the evil ferret barks at the mouse's tracks, sweeping snow with his red tail.
His mouth gaped - he was about to rush at the mouse... Suddenly the mouse scratched his nose on a bump, and out of fright - dived into the snow, only wagging his tail. And she doesn't exist.
The ferret even gritted his teeth - what a nuisance. And the ferret wandered and wandered through the white snow. Angry, hungry - better not get caught.
But the mouse never thought anything about this incident, because the brain of a mouse is smaller than a pea. That's right.
Goat
In the field there is a tyn, under the tyn there is a dog’s head, in the head there is a fat beetle sitting with one horn in the middle of its forehead.
A goat was walking past, saw the goat, - he ran away and hit the goat with his head - the goat groaned, the goat's horn flew off.
“That’s it,” the beetle said, “with one horn it’s more convenient, come live with me.”
The goat climbed into the dog's head, only tore off his face.
“You don’t even know how to climb,” said the beetle, opened its wings and flew.
The goat jumped onto the tine after him, fell off and hung on the tine.
The women walked past the tyn to rinse the clothes, took off the goat and beat it with rollers.
The goat went home without a horn, with a torn muzzle, and dented sides.
Laughter was silent as he walked, and that was all.
Hedgehog
The calf saw the hedgehog and said:
- I'll eat you! The hedgehog didn’t know that the calf didn’t eat hedgehogs, he got scared, curled up into a ball and snorted:
- Try. With his tail raised, the stupid little body jumped up and tried to butt him, then he spread his front legs and licked the hedgehog.
- Oh, oh, oh! - the calf roared and ran to the mother cow and complained.
- The hedgehog bit me on the tongue.
The cow raised her head, looked thoughtfully and again began to tear the grass.
And the hedgehog rolled into a dark hole under a rowan root and said to the hedgehog:
- I defeated a huge beast, it must be a lion!
And the glory of Yezhov’s courage went beyond the blue lake, beyond the dark forest.
“Our hedgehog is a hero,” the animals whispered in fear.
Fox
A fox slept under an aspen tree and dreamed of thieves.
Whether the fox is sleeping or not, there is still no way for the animals to live from it.
And they took up arms against the fox - the hedgehog, the woodpecker and the crow. The woodpecker and the crow flew forward, and the hedgehog rolled after them.
A woodpecker and a crow sat down on an aspen tree.
“Knock-knock-knock,” the woodpecker knocked on the bark with its beak.
And the fox had a dream - as if a scary man was waving an ax and approaching her.
The hedgehog runs up to the pine tree and the crow shouts to him:
- Carr the hedgehog!.. Carr the hedgehog!..
“Eat chicken,” the crow thinks, “the damned man guessed.”
And behind the hedgehog the hedgehogs roll, puff, waddle...
- Carr hedgehogs! - the crow screamed.
“Guard, knit!” - the fox thought, how she would jump up awake, and the hedgehogs would hit her nose with needles...
“They cut off my nose, death has come,” the fox gasped and ran.
The woodpecker jumped on her and started hitting the fox's head. And the crow followed: “Carr.”
Since then, the fox no longer went into the forest and did not steal.
Survived the murderer.
Hare
A drifting snow flies through the snow, sweeping snowdrift onto snowdrift... A pine tree creaks on the mound:
- Oh, oh, my old bones, the night has played out, oh, oh...
A hare sits under a pine tree, ears pricked.
“Why are you sitting,” the pine tree groans, “the wolf will eat you.” - I would run away.
- Where should I run, it’s white all around, all the bushes are covered in snow, there’s nothing to eat...
- And sometimes you scratch it.
“There’s nothing to look for,” said the hare and lowered his ears.
“Oh, my old eyes,” the pine tree groaned, “someone is running, it must be a wolf,” “there is a wolf.”
The hare began to rush about. - Hide me, grandma...
- Oh, oh, well, jump into the hollow, obliquely.
The hare jumped into the hollow, and the wolf ran up and shouted to the pine tree:
- Tell me, old woman, where is the scythe?
- How do I know, robber, I’m not guarding the hare, the wind has cleared up, oh, oh...
The wolf threw his gray tail, lay down at the roots, and put his head on his paws. And the wind whistles in the branches, grows stronger...
“I can’t stand it, I can’t stand it,” the pine tree creaks.
The snow began to fall thicker, a shaggy snowstorm blew in, picked up white snowdrifts, and threw them onto the pine tree.
The pine tree strained, grunted and broke... The gray wolf, falling, was killed to death...
They were both swept away by the storm. And the hare jumped out of the hollow and jumped wherever his eyes looked.
“I’m an orphan,” thought the hare, “my grandmother was a pine tree, and even that one was covered in snow...”
And trifling bunny tears dripped into the snow.
