Once upon a time there lived a man who was angry and despising. His wife could not please him. And it always seemed to him that she was not very busy with housework. So one day he comes home from haymaking and let’s swear.
“Don’t be angry in vain,” his wife tells him. “Let’s switch jobs tomorrow: I’ll go mow hay instead of you, and you stay at home and take care of the housework.”
The husband was delighted and immediately agreed.
Early in the morning, the wife threw her scythe over her shoulder and went to the meadow to mow hay, while the husband remained to tinker with the housework.
First of all, he decided to churn butter for lunch. But as soon as he got down to business, he became thirsty, and he went to the cellar for beer. And while he was pouring beer into a mug, he heard: a pig got into the kitchen. He held the barrel plug in his fist and went up the stairs to make sure the pig didn’t knock over the churn. He came running, but it was too late: the pig had already managed to turn over the churn and was licking the cream off the floor. The husband got so angry that the barrel of beer immediately flew out of his head, and he rushed as fast as he could after the pig. I caught up with him at the door and kicked him so hard that the pig fell to the ground dead.
Then the husband remembered that he was holding a barrel plug in his hands, and he ran to the cellar. He rushed over, but the barrel was empty - the beer had all flowed out of it a long time ago.
He went back to the dairy, found cream, filled the churn and began churning butter so that he would be ready for lunch.
But as soon as he got down to business, he remembered that it was soon midday, and the cow still had not been fed or watered. It’s too late to take her out to pasture, he decided. Let him, he thinks, graze on the roof. Their roof was covered with peat bog and was all overgrown with tall, lush grass. The house stood on a hill. Let me, my husband thinks, let me throw a board onto the roof and walk the cow across it. But he did not dare to let go of the butter churn, because their baby was crawling around the kitchen, and he only dreamed of turning it upside down. The husband put the butter churn on his back and went after the cow. But before dragging her to the roof, he decided to give her a drink. I took the tub and went for water. But as soon as he bent over the well, milk poured out of the churn and flowed right down his collar.
It was approaching noon, and there was still no trace of oil. Then my husband decided to at least cook some porridge. He poured water into the pot and put it on the fire. Then it hit him that the cow might fall off the roof. What the hell, he’ll break his legs or break his neck. He went to tie up the cow. He tied one end of the rope to her neck, and passed the other through a pipe and tied it to his leg.
Meanwhile, the water in the pot had long since boiled, and he had not yet begun to grind the cereal. He just started grinding cereal, and the cow fell off the roof and pulled him down the chimney with him! He was firmly stuck in the pipe, and the cow hung on a rope between heaven and earth - neither here nor there!
The wife waited and waited for her husband to call her to dinner, but time passed, and no one called her. Finally her patience ran out and she went home. He comes and sees: a poor cow hanging on a rope. She rushed to her and cut the rope with her scythe. And the husband will fall into the hearth! The wife comes into the kitchen, and he is sticking up in a pot of porridge - only his legs are out!
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru