Once upon a time there lived a hare in the forest: in the summer it was good, but in the winter it was bad - he had to go to the peasants' threshing floor and steal oats.
He comes to one peasant at the threshing floor, and there is a herd of hares. So he began to brag to them: “I don’t have a mustache, but whiskers, not paws, not teeth, but teeth - I’m not afraid of anyone.”
The hares told Aunt Crow about this boast. Aunt Crow went to look for the boaster and found him under the kokorina tree. The hare got scared: —? Auntie crow, I won’t brag anymore! —? How did you brag? —? And I don’t have a mustache, but a mustache, not paws, not teeth, but teeth. So she patted him a little: —? Don’t brag anymore!
Once a crow was sitting on the fence, the dogs picked it up and started crushing it, and the hare saw it. “How can I help the crow?”
He jumped out onto the hill and sat down. The dogs saw the hare, threw the crow after him, and the crow again onto the fence. And the hare left the dogs.
A little later the crow met this hare again and said to him: “You’re a great fellow, not a boaster, but a brave man!”
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru