The little Eurasian ran out of her hole and ran to the river to drink, and a raven walked past. The raven sat down on the ground and blocked the exit from the hole with a stone.
The European woman came running and saw that the entrance was closed. She stood up on her hind legs and saw a crow:
- Well, little Eurasian, I’ll eat you! - says the raven.
- Wait, I want to see the dance
crow. The raven didn’t know how to dance, but he didn’t want to admit it either.
“Okay,” said the raven, “I’m just a master of dancing the raven’s dance!” and began to dance.
But the European woman shouted:
- Not like that, not like that!
- How? - says the raven.
- Close your eyes and kick in different directions! The raven closed his eyes and kicked in different directions:
right, left, and threw the stone away from the hole to the side. The little Eurasian squeaked and dived into the hole. The raven rushed after the eurasian - only the tail got to him. The raven turned and turned the eurasian tail.
- Well, that’s a catch! - he says, and took the tail home and gave it to the crow. - Look, wife, what booty I brought!
- Ugh, what a pathetic little tail! - says the crow.
- Nothing, not pathetic. The tail is like a tail... You cook it, it’s very tasty.
The crow lit a fire, set the water to heat, and the crow lay down in the warm canopy.
A female eurasian without a tail fell ill. What to do? So she calls her daughter and says:
- Go to the river bank and find me a stone the size of an eye.
The daughter brings a round stone. The eurasian drew eyes on the stone, drew out all the veins and made the pupil.
“Go, daughter,” she says, “to the raven and tell him to exchange his eye for a tail.”
The Evrazhka’s daughter comes to the raven and says:
— My mother asks for a tail. Take the eye, give me the tail!
- Oh, it would have been like that a long time ago! Come on, come quickly. Wife, throw away that crappy tail!
The little Eurasian gave the stone, took the tail and ran away. The raven admires his eyes and clicks his tongue with pleasure.
- What in the world is tastier than eyes?
He turned and turned his eyes, took aim, pecked with all his might - he broke his tooth, screamed in a terrible voice, rushed after the eurasian, but she had already been home for a long time.
The crow never saw the eurasian again.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru