Have you heard the saying: what is easy to get is easy to lose? The fairy tale will tell you about this.
There lived a sparrow in a nest at the very top of the wall. One day he flew to the steppe for water and food. Suddenly the wind brought a cotton seed from the cotton field and dropped it on the ground. The sparrow grabbed it with its beak and brought it to its nest, showed it to the neighboring birds and asked:
- What is this?
- This is a cotton seed.
- What is it for? The birds replied:
- They put him in the ground. - a sprout grows; cotton bolls ripen on it. These boxes are broken, the cotton is taken out of them, the cotton is spun, and you get a thread; weave threads - you get a canvas; They will dye the canvas, it will become elegant, and they will sew kaftans from it for you and me.
The sparrow was very happy, took a cotton seed and flew to the field. He sees a peasant digging the ground and getting ready to sow something.
- Hey, hey! Sow this! Half for you, half for me! - the sparrow shouted to the peasant.
The peasant agreed. I sowed a seed; it has risen and matured. The peasant broke the boxes and divided the cotton equally: half for himself, half for the sparrow.
Sparrow was very happy. He took the cotton and flew to the spinner:
- Strands, strands! This is the strand! Half for you, half for me!
The spinner agreed, spun the threads, wound them on sticks - he took half for himself, and gave half to the sparrow.
The sparrow was very happy, took the threads and flew to the weaver:
- Tki-tik! These are hundreds! Half for you, half for me!
The weaver agreed, wove the cloth, took his share, and gave the sparrow's share to him.
The sparrow was delighted, took the canvas and flew to the dyer:
- Paint it, paint it! Paint this! Half for you, half for me!
The dyer agreed, painted the canvas blue and hung it on a rope to dry.
The sparrow flew in, saw the canvas and thought:
“Bang-bang! What a beautiful color! It’s a pity to give such a beautiful canvas to the dyer. I’ll take it all for myself!” — He came down, took the material in his beak and flew away.
The dyer saw this, chased the sparrow, and shouted:
- Hey, sparrow! Wasn’t it you who said: half for you, half for me? Where is my part?!
- Who said it? Who did it? - the sparrow chirped in response and flew to the tailor.
- Shey-shey! Sew this! Half for you, half for me!
The tailor made two beautiful caftans and hung them on a hanger by the door. The sparrow saw the caftans and thought:
“Isn’t it a pity to give such beautiful caftans to the tailor? I’ll need both of them!”
He flew up, grabbed both caftans with his beak and rose into the air.
The tailor shouted:
“Didn’t you say: one for me, and the other for you?” Sparrow tweeted:
- Hey, uncle! Who said? Who did it? Sparrow took the caftans and brought them to the mullah.
“Hey, mullah,” he said, “I want to leave these two caftans with you for a while.” When it gets cold, I’ll fly down again: I’ll leave one caftan for you, and I’ll take the other for myself.
Mulla agreed:
- Okay, I'll keep them. When it gets cold, I'll put one on myself and give the other to you.
Mulla took the caftans, and when the sparrow flew away, he thought: “Isn’t it a pity to give such beautiful caftans to some sparrow? They will both be useful to me!”
Many days have passed. The cold has begun. Sparrow remembered his caftans and flew to the mullah. When the mullah saw that a sparrow was flying, he began to read a prayer - namaz. The sparrow waited and waited for the mullah to finish praying—it was an effort to wait. And then he says:
- Mullah, mullah, give me my caftan.
- What caftan? — the mullah was surprised. The sparrow chirped:
“I left you two caftans for a while.” Didn't you say: one for you, and the other for me?
- Who said it? Who did it? - asked the mullah.
Sparrow cried:
— It's getting cold. I'll catch a cold!
- Don't worry. I'll say a prayer and you won't be cold! - answered the mullah.
“But I need my caftan, not my prayer!” - the sparrow squeaked.
But the mullah did not listen to him and began to read prayers again.
The sparrow circled over the mullah’s house for three days, and finally saw it: the mullah came out of the door, approached the reservoir and began to wash the caftans. I washed it and hung it on the line to dry. The sparrow immediately flew up, grabbed the caftans with its beak and was gone.
- Hey, sparrow! Where are you taking the caftans?! - the mullah shouted. -Didn’t you say: one will remain for me, and you will take the other for yourself?
Sparrow chirped in response:
- Who said it? Who did it? Mulla shouted even louder:
- It's getting cold! I'll freeze without a caftan! Sparrow laughed:
- Don't worry! I'll say a prayer and you won't be cold!
So said the sparrow and flew away. Then he decided to sell the caftans at the market and buy food for the winter. He flew to the city, but on the way a strong storm began: the wind blew and tore both caftans from the sparrow’s beak. The sparrow chased the caftans, but could not catch up with them.
And the wind brought one caftan to the house of a tailor who sewed caftans, and brought another caftan to the house of a dyer who dyed the linen. But the sparrow, who did not sow, did not spin, did not weave or sew, received nothing!
We went up and found flour, We went down and found dough. That's our whole fairy tale.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru