Once upon a time there lived a godfather and a godfather - a wolf and a fox. They had a tub of honey. And the fox loves sweets; The godfather lies with the godfather in the hut and furtively taps his tail.
“Kuma, godmother,” says the wolf, “someone is knocking.”
- Oh, you know, they call me back! - the fox mutters.
“Then go,” says the wolf. Here the godfather came out of the hut and went straight to the honey, got drunk and came back.
- What did God give? - asks the wolf.
“A little cob,” answers the fox. Another time, the godfather lies there again and taps his tail.
- Kuma! Someone is knocking, says the wolf.
- On the field, the nobles are calling!
- So go.
The fox went back to the honey and drank to his fill; There is only honey left on the bottom. Comes to the wolf.
- What did God give? - the wolf asks her.
- Seredyshek.
The third time, the fox again deceived the wolf in the same way and licked up all the honey.
- What did God give? - the wolf asks her.
- Scratching.
Whether for a long time or for a short time, the fox pretended to be sick and asked the godfather to bring some honey. The godfather has gone, but there is not a crumb of honey.
“Kuma, godmother,” cries the wolf, “after all, the honey has been eaten.”
- How was it eaten? Who ate it? Who besides you! - the fox urges. The wolf says goodbye and swears.
- OK then! - says the fox. - Let's lie down in the sun, whoever's honey dries out is to blame.
Let's go and lie down. The fox cannot sleep, and the gray wolf is snoring at the top of his lungs. Lo and behold, the godfather showed up with honey; Well, she'd rather smear it on the wolf.
“Godfather, godfather,” he pushes the wolf, “what is this?” That's who ate it!
And the wolf, having nothing to do, obeyed.
Here's a fairy tale for you, and a glass of butter for me.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru