Once upon a time there lived Kutha and his wife. One day Kutha took fishing rods and went to the sea for fish. He came to the sea and began to fish. I caught a lot. He threw away the small fish and chose the big ones for himself. I harnessed the largest fish and immediately went home. Dear promised to the fish:
- Well, fish, take me well, then I will feed you to your heart’s content: at each stop I will give you a plate of yukola.
At home, Kutha's wife, Miti, prepared a masher to feed the dog fish. Kutha put the masher in the sledge and set off again. I was driving very fast.
We arrived at the birch forest; The fish dogs stopped and immediately asked:
- Well, Kutha, feed us! And Kutha said: “Just a little more luck!”
The fish-dogs rushed quickly again. Kutha even laughed with pleasure.
We went down to the lowland. The fish dogs stopped again and said:
- Come on, Kutha, feed us! Kutha answered again:
“Bring me a little more, then I’ll feed you!” The fish dogs got angry, rushed and rushed straight to the sea. Kutha got scared and started shouting:
- Pink salmon, pink salmon, pink salmon! Stop! Now, really, I’ll give you a masher!
The fish dogs pulled the sled forward. Kutha, sensing trouble, wanted to jump off, but caught his foot on the sled. The fish rushed to the sea and jumped into the water with a running start.
Kutha almost drowned. I barely made it out.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru