Grandfather and grandmother lived in a grass tent. An old crow sat down on that cart, but fell on a thorn bush and pricked itself in the side.
The crow got angry:
- Kar-kar! I you, I you, turn! I’ll go to the goat and ask her to eat your bad head off. Kar-kar!
The crow flew and said to the goat:
- Goat, goat, go eat the top of the prickly thorn!
“I have no time for your thorns now: I need to feed my little goats,” the goat answers.
The crow was also offended by the goat: “Kar-kar!” She flew to the wolf.
- Wolf, wolf, go eat that nasty goat!
- Well, you and your goat: I need to feed my children.
- Oh so! Oh yes!
An angry crow flew towards the herdsmen.
- Herdsmen, herdsmen! Abandon your horses, follow me to the wolf, kill that wolf!
- Let him live. While we go after the wolf, we will lose the herd - the horses will run away without supervision,” the herd-keepers answered.
- I'll take you! I you! Kar-kar! - the crow cawed. “I’ll complain about you to the prince himself.”
A crow flew to the prince, complained about the herdsmen, and asked to beat them. The prince answers:
“I’d be glad to beat them, but I don’t have time to bother with the herdsmen; I can barely lift my fat belly.
- I you! Cr...” The crow was so offended that he couldn’t even caw.
A crow flew to the young shepherds who were tending calves:
- Children, children! Run quickly, take the cat, play with it, but don’t let it near hungry kittens.
- We need to take your cat! We will lose the calves, then who will look for them?
- I'll take you! I you! I’ll go and complain to your mothers, you’ll regret it.
A crow flew in, looked out the window, and saw two old women sitting, spinning wool.
- Old women! Your children lost the calves and mixed them up, and now they are catching and sorting out whose calf it is; go beat your children.
“The only thing we have to do is beat the children; we need to spin the wool until the evening, but the children can handle the calves themselves.”
The crow was more offended than before. She thought and said:
- Oh so! Oh yes! It will be bad for everyone! Kar-karr-karrr!
A crow flew to the whirlwind.
- Whirlwind, whirlwind! Fly and scatter the wool of bad old women.
A whirlwind came, burst into the wagon, swirled the wool, threw it into the chimney, and threw it back into the chimney. The old women got angry, beat the children out of anger, and it began: the children spanked the cat, the prince beats the herdsmen, the herdsmen beat the wolf, the wolf tears the goat, the goat bites the head of the thorn.
And the evil crow jumps on the ground, looks at everyone, laughs incessantly. She laughed and laughed, laughing so hard that the vein in her back broke. The crow died.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru