There lived a grandfather and a woman. They had nothing on the farm, only one chicken, Corydalis.
They lived and lived and got to the point where there was nothing left to cook. So the grandfather says to the woman:
- Baba, baba, maybe cook it. Corydalis, otherwise what?..
The woman waved her hands:
- And what did you think, grandfather! It’s better if we’re hungry, but I won’t let you cook Corydalis.
The chicken heard that, ran into the yard, found a bean seed there and brought it to the woman.
Grandfather says:
- That's good! Boil this little bean, woman.
The old woman looked at her bob:
- My grandfather, grandfather, what kind of food is there for one bean? I can’t even find a potty for him. Let's better put him away. And when it grows, we’ll bake a whole bean pie.
-Where should we put him? - asks the grandfather.
- In the field.
- A crow will peck him out in the field.
- Well, in the yard.
- The chicken will scoop it out in the yard.
- Let's put him under the tents in the hut then.
“Okay,” the grandfather agreed and planted a bean seed under the curtains in the hut.
The bean has risen and let's grow. It grew, grew, and hit the floor.
- What should we do, woman? - asks the grandfather.
- We need to sort it out. Grandfather dismantled the floor, and the bean grows and grows - it has grown to the very ceiling.
- What should we do, woman? - the grandfather asks again.
- We need to dismantle the ceiling.
Grandfather dismantled the ceiling, and the bean grows and grows - it has grown right up to the roof.
Grandfather also dismantled the roof. The bob came into the light and let's grow even more fun. Grew up to the sky.
Then the grandfather took the bag, climbed the stem to the sky, collected the ripe pods and returned back.
The woman was delighted: the grandfather had brought a whole bag of bean pods.
- Well, now we’ll have enough pie! The woman husked the pods, dried the beans on the stove, ground them and kneaded the dough into a pie bowl.
And the dough rises and rises - it climbs out of the bowl. The woman put it on a shovel, fashioned a pie, decorated it with different patterns to make it more beautiful, and into the oven.
And the pie grows and grows - it climbs out of the oven onto the tray. The woman opened the door, and he jumped into the hut, out of the hut over the threshold and ran away. Grandfather and woman rushed to catch up with the pie. Where is it!.. We never caught up.
The pie rolled into the forest. And then a red fox meets him. She grabbed the pie, ate the crumb, stuffed some pine cones into the middle, and ran with the pie to the shepherdesses.
She found shepherds in the field and said:
“Shepherdesses, shepherdesses, give me a third-grade bull, I’ll give you a pie for it.”
The shepherdesses see that the fox’s pie is good: the yellow crust is so shiny, you just want to try it. We thought about it and gave away the third bull.
“Just make sure you don’t eat the pie until I go over the hill,” says the fox.
She sat astride the bull and rode off. And as soon as she disappeared behind the hill, the shepherdesses said:
- Let's sit on the sand and eat a piece! They broke the pie, and there were only fir cones in it... The cunning fox deceived them!
A fox is riding a bull and sees an empty cart standing on the road, and not far away a man is plowing. She quietly crept up to the cart, harnessed a third steer into it, sat down on the soft straw and drove on, driving the steer with a whip.
I arrived in the forest. A wolf comes towards her. He ran around, exhausted himself, and could barely drag his feet.
- Where are you going, godfather? - asks.
- To distant lands, to the thirtieth kingdom.
- For what?
“They say there are so many chickens there that even the kites can’t peck them...
—Are there sheep in that kingdom? - the wolf licked his lips.
- Yes, there are a dime a dozen of them!
- Oh little fox-sister, take me with you: at least give me a ride with my tail.
- Why carry one tail? Sit down, all of you. The wolf sat down. They move on. They meet a bear.
-Where are you going, godmother?
- To distant lands, to the thirtieth kingdom...
- For what?
“There, they say, even kites don’t peck chickens,” the fox answers.
“Yes, they say there are a dime a dozen sheep there,” the wolf assents.
- Is there a lot of honey there?
- Yes, they say, rivers of honey flow there! The bear was happy:
- So take me with you. Give me at least one paw.
- Why carry one paw? Sit down, all of you. The three of us sat down and moved on. Suddenly the shaft broke.
The fox says to the bear:
- Go, godfather, bring the shaft. The bear went into the forest, found an uprooted spruce tree and dragged it to the cart. The fox saw it and shouted:
- Oh, you bear, oh, you fool, is this a tree for a shaft! - And to the wolf: - Go, godfather, bring me a thinner shaft.
The wolf went and brought a crooked spruce branch. The fox yelled at him, spat and went to get the shafts herself. Meanwhile, the bear and the wolf ate the third bull, stuffed the skin with straw, put it on its feet and went away, laughing.
The fox returned, and lo and behold, there was no wolf, no bear, only a bull standing there. She adjusted the shaft, got into the cart, waved her whip at the bull, and he kicked! - and fell down.
The fox looked at the bull and guessed everything.
- Stay with me! - she threatened the wolf and the bear and went her way.
She walked for a long time, but autumn found her on the way. Meets a wolf, the one who ate the bull:
- Hello, godfather! How are you doing?
“It’s bad,” says the wolf. “Apparently I caught a cold in the rain, and I’m shaking all over.” The tooth does not touch the tooth.
“That means we need to sew a new sheepskin coat,” the fox advises.
“You’re right, godfather,” the wolf agreed.
He ran to the pasture, grabbed the sheep and dragged it into the forest.
— Enough for a sheepskin coat? - asks the fox.
“Not enough,” says the fox. The wolf brought another lamb.
- Is that enough now?
- No, we need one more. The wolf also brought a third one.
“Well, now,” says the fox, “we need to look for a tailor.”
- Where can I look for him, gossip?
- I know a good tailor. Let's go to him. The fox brought the wolf to the meadow. And there, in the bushes, the stallion was grazing on a leash.
- Here he is, the tailor. The wolf laughed:
- What kind of tailor is this? No, gossip, whatever you want, but you have little intelligence. The fox got offended:
- Don’t talk too much about my intelligence! I was and will be smart, but just as you were a fool, you will remain a fool.
At this point the wolf was offended, even angry:
- Let's see which of us is smarter!
“Don’t boast in advance,” says the fox, “you’ll see how they’ll tear your skin off.”
- Who will tear it off? - The wolf clicked his teeth.
- The owner of this horse.
- Can't be! - the wolf doesn’t believe.
- You'll see. What is the stallion tied to? - asks the fox.
- On a rope. The fox laughed:
- So it looks like you are a fool!
- Why? - the wolf jumped up.
— The stallion is tied to a stake.
- Can't be! - The wolf blinked his eyes.
- Let's go, I'll show you.
The fox led him to a peg to which the end of the rope was tied, took off the rope, made a loop and threw it around the wolf's neck. Before the wolf even had time to come to his senses, he found himself in a noose.
Then the fox ran up to the stallion and waved its tail. The stallion got scared and rushed to run home, only the horseshoes began to shine.
That's how he brought the wolf in a noose to his master. Well, then they took off his skin.
The fox returned to the forest, buried the sheep in the moss as a reserve, and left only the brains for lunch. She sat down under the spruce and eats.
There comes a bear, the one that ate the bull.
- What are you chewing, gossip? - asks.
- Brains. Are you blind or what?
- Where did you get them?
- From my head. And you can get it if you want.
- How?
“It’s very simple: speed up and hit your head on an oak tree, and your brains will pop out.”
- Thank you, godfather, for the good advice. That's what I'll do. And that is, I have been wanting it for a long time.
He found the thickest oak tree, accelerated with all his might, and crashed his forehead against it!
This is the end for him.
And the cunning fox ate and went to drink water from the stream. The shepherdesses saw her.
- Ahh, old liar! - they shouted in one voice and unleashed their dogs on the fox.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru