There lived one little man. One day he was forging on the street near his yurt. When he was forging, a bird flew in and sat near his yurt on a tree branch, then sang:
- Man, chin-chin-chir-weldes, what are you doing, chin-chin-chirvedces?
- Kuyu. Come forge with me.
- No, I won’t go, I’ll burn my hands, chin-chin-chirvel-des!
- Put on your mittens and strike.
- The mittens will get burned, chin-chin-chirveldes!
- Well, take the tongs.
- The tongs will break, chin-chin-chirveldes!
- And you will fix the tongs.
- Fix it yourself, man, chin-chin-chinverdes!
And the bird began to mock the peasant. The man got angry and shot the bird with a bow. Then he plucked it, roasted it on a spit and ate it.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru