Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman, poor, poor! They didn't have any bread. So they went to the forest, picked up acorns, brought them home and started eating. Whether they ate for a long time or for a short time, only the old woman dropped one acorn into the underground. The acorn sprouted and in a short time grew to the floor. The old woman noticed and said: “Old man!” We need to cut through the floor. Let the oak grow higher. When he grows up, we won’t go into the forest to pick acorns, we’ll start picking in the hut.
The old man cut through the floor. The tree grew and grew and reached the ceiling. The old man dismantled the ceiling, and then removed the roof: the tree kept growing and growing and grew to the very sky.
The old man and the old woman ran out of acorns, so he took the bag and climbed up the oak tree. He climbed and climbed... and climbed to the sky. I walked and walked across the sky, and saw: a golden comb was sitting, and millstones stood next to it. The old man did not think for a long time, took with him both the cochet and the millstones and went down to the hut. He went down and said to the old woman: “What should we do, what should we eat?” “Wait,” said the old woman, “I’ll try the millstones.”
She took the millstone and began to grind: damn it and pie, damn it and pie, no matter what you turn, it’s all damn it and pie! And she fed the old man.
Some boyar was driving past and stopped by an old man and an old woman’s hut. “Isn’t there,” he asks, “something to eat?” The old woman says: “What should I give you, my dear, perhaps pancakes?” She took the millstone and ground it: pancakes and pies were attacking.
The boyar ate and said: “Sell me, grandma, your millstones.” “No,” the old woman answers, “you can’t sell.”
He was jealous of someone else's goods and stole the millstones from her. When the old man and the old woman saw that the millstones had been stolen, they began to grieve. “Wait,” says the golden comb, “I’ll fly and catch up!”
He flew to the boyar mansions, sat on the gate and shouted: “Crow!” Boyar, boyar! Give us back our millstones, golden and blue!
As the boyar heard, he now orders: “Hey, little one!” Take it and throw it into the water.
They caught the cochet and threw him into the well. He began to say: “Nose, nose, drink water!” Mouth, mouth, drink water... - and he pulled out the whole well.
He drank water and flew to the boyar mansions. He sat down on the balcony and again shouted: “Crow!” Boyar, boyar! Give us back our millstones, golden and blue! Boyar, boyar! Give us back our millstones, golden and blue!
The boyar ordered the cook to throw him into a hot oven. They caught the cochet and threw it into a hot oven - straight into the fire. He began to say: “Spout, spout, pour water!” Mouth, mouth, pour water...
And he poured out all the heat in the oven. He took off, flew into the boyars’ chambers and again shouted: “Crow!” Boyar, boyar! Give us back our millstones, golden and blue! Boyar, boyar! Give us back our millstones, golden and blue!
At the same time, the boyar was receiving guests. The guests heard the cochet screaming and immediately ran out of the house. The owner rushed to catch up with them, and the golden comb was picked up by the millstones and flew away with them to the old man and old woman.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru