There was one jug. He wanted to drink wine. He got up and went to grandma. A jug is walking along the road, and a rooster meets it. - Hello, jug! - Hello, rooster! - Where are you going, jug? - To grandma, I want to drink some wine. - And I’m with you. - Okay, go ahead.
Went. They are walking along the road. There's an egg coming towards us. - Hello, jug and rooster! - Hello, egg! - Where are you going? - Let's go to grandma's to drink wine. - And I'm with you. - Okay, go ahead. The egg went ahead.
Comrades are coming: a jug, a rooster and an egg. They are walking along the road, a cobblestone meets them. - Hello, jug! - Hello, cobblestone! - Where are you going, jug? - To drink wine with your grandmother. - Take me as your comrade. - Go ahead.
Four brothers are coming: a jug, a rooster, an egg and a cobblestone. They are walking, and an awl meets them. - Hello, jug! - Hello, awl! - Where are you going, jug? - To drink wine with grandma. - And I’m with you. , - Well, go ahead.
Went. Five comrades are walking: a jug, a rooster, an egg, a cobblestone and an awl. They are walking along the road, and a donkey meets them. - Hello, jug! - Hello, donkey! - Where are you going, jug? - Drink wine. - And I’m with you. - Go ahead.
Went. We came to grandma. The jug entered, followed by all his comrades. He took a cobblestone jug and hung it from the ceiling, put a rooster in a clay pot, stuck an awl in a mattress, tied a donkey in the hallway, hid himself in a large wine jug, and buried an egg in the ashes.
The grandmother woke up from the noise. She went up to the fire and began to fan it: the egg burst and splashed into her eyes. The grandmother got scared, and then a cobblestone fell on her head. She looked up and the rooster covered her eyes with droppings. The grandmother sat down on the bed, and the awl stuck into her leg. The old woman got scared, rushed into the hallway, and then the donkey kicked her. The grandmother went mad with fear, abandoned her house and never returned there.
The brothers sat down and began to throw their hats into the air. They are still sitting there, feasting.
Let there be death and pestilence there, And here there will be a magnificent feast! Let there be screenings there, And here - wheat beads!
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru