Once upon a time there was a cat, a thrush and a cockerel - a golden comb. They lived in the forest, in a hut. The cat and the blackbird go into the forest to chop wood, and leave the cockerel alone.
They leave and are severely punished: -? We will go far, but you stay as a housekeeper and don’t raise your voice; when the fox comes, don't look out the window.
The fox found out that the cat and thrush were not at home, ran to the hut, sat under the window and sang:
-?Cockerel, cockerel, Golden comb, Butterhead, Silk beard, Look out the window, I’ll give you a pea.
The cockerel put his head out the window. The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.
The cockerel cried: —? The fox is carrying me To the dark forests, To the fast rivers, To the high mountains... Cat and blackbird, save me!..
The cat and the blackbird heard it, gave chase and took the cockerel from the fox.
Another time, the cat and the blackbird went into the forest to chop wood and again punished: “Well, now, rooster, don’t look out the window, we’ll go even further, we won’t hear your voice.” They left, and the fox again ran to the hut and sang:
-?Cockerel, cockerel, Golden comb, Butterhead, Silk beard, Look out the window, I’ll give you a pea.
The cockerel sits and says nothing. And the fox again:
-?The guys ran, They scattered the wheat, The chickens pecked, They didn’t give it to the roosters... The cockerel put his head out the window: -?Ko-ko-ko! How can they not give it?!
The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.
The cockerel cried: —? The fox is carrying me To the dark forests, To the fast rivers, To the high mountains... Cat and blackbird, save me!..
The cat and the blackbird heard it and rushed in pursuit. The cat is running, the blackbird is flying... They caught up with the fox - the cat is fighting, the blackbird is pecking, and the cockerel is taken away.
Whether long or short, the cat and the blackbird gathered again in the forest to chop wood. When leaving, they strictly punish the cockerel: “Don’t listen to the fox, don’t look out the window, we’ll go even further, we won’t hear your voice.” And the cat and the blackbird went far into the forest to chop wood. And the fox is right there: he sat under the window and sings:
-?Cockerel, cockerel, Golden comb, Butterhead, Silk beard, Look out the window, I’ll give you a pea.
The cockerel sits and says nothing. And the fox again:
-?The guys ran, They scattered the wheat, The chickens pecked, They didn’t give it to the roosters... The cockerel kept silent. And the fox again:
-?People fled, Nuts were poured in, Chickens were pecking, Roosters were not allowed... The cockerel stuck his head out the window: -?Ko-ko-ko! How can they not give it?!
The fox grabbed him tightly in her claws, carried him into her hole, beyond the dark forests, beyond the fast rivers, beyond the high mountains... No matter how much the cockerel screamed or called, the cat and the blackbird did not hear him. And when we returned home, the cockerel was gone.
The cat and the blackbird ran along the fox's tracks. The cat is running, the thrush is flying... They ran to the fox's hole. The cat set up the caterpillars and let’s practice:
—? The chatter, the jingle, the harpers, the golden strings... Is godfather Lisafya still at home, in her warm nest? The fox listened, listened and thought:
“Let me see who plays the harp so well and hums sweetly.” She did and crawled out of the hole. The cat and the blackbird grabbed her - and began to beat and beat her. They beat and beat her until she lost her legs.
They took the cockerel, put it in a basket and brought it home. And from then on they began to live and be, and they still live.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru