A lark flies over the barn and sings merrily. The crow asks him:
- Lark, lark, why are you so cheerful?
- How can I not be cheerful - the chicks are in the nest!
- Oh, lark, show me your chicks! The lark showed her the chicks. The crow tells him:
- Lark, lark, give me your children to study!
- Take it, take it, learning is a great thing!
The crow scooped up the chicks and dragged them home to study, but she didn’t have time to teach them anything: she ate them all.
The lark sings sadly, sadly - he is killing for the children.
The dog Pogitis ran up to him and asked:
- Why are you eating so sadly? Just now you sang differently.
“How can I not be sad if yesterday a crow ate my chicks?”
“Tell you what,” says the dog, “I’ll lie down next to a stack of straw, and you sing more cheerfully - let the crow think that you still have chicks there.”
The dog lay down next to the haystack. The lark sings and sings, and the crow is right there:
- Why are you singing so loud, lark?
- How can I not sing cheerfully? There's the dog Pogitis lying dead.
- Where is it, where? I'll go peck her eyes out.
- Yes, there she stretched her legs - near the haystack. The crow sat on the dog and cawed:
- Carr, carr, where are you, crows?
And the dog Pogitis snatches the crow! She didn't even say hello.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru