Once upon a time there lived a peasant guy in Nurlan, and he was getting ready to get married. And his mother was a neat woman and always kept her house clean.
“I like everything around to be tidy, so that there’s not a speck of dust anywhere,” she used to say.
So the son wanted a wife as clean as his mother: so that she would cook cleanly and so that her pots would shine. “But how can you find out whether she is clean or a slob?” He thought and thought and finally made up his mind. He wrapped his fingers in canvas, pretended his arm hurt, and set off. He came to the farm where the owners had a daughter of marriageable age, and let’s get married. They received him as a groom is usually received: with beer and mash, with food and a cheerful conversation. They started talking about this and that, and then began to ask what happened to his hand.
- Yes, a troll spoiled my finger, and not a forest troll, not a mountain troll, but a swamp one. Of all the trolls, he is the most evil. Whoever used me was a doctor and a fortune teller. “But there is no way to help my trouble,” says the guy.
“As long as you’re alive, you’ll find a remedy for any misfortune; you can’t save yourself from death alone,” say the owners.
- Your truth; “They say there is one remedy,” said the guy.
- Which one? - asks the owner's daughter.
— Last year’s porridge. Rub some porridge on your hand and everything will go away. But where can you find such porridge? Our housewives scrape the pots clean. Yesterday's porridge is rarely seen anywhere. Where can you find last year's one?
- Ha ha! - mother and daughter laughed. - Such and such goodness cannot be found! Well, we will find a remedy for your trouble. In our bowls, pots and bowls, in old cast iron and casserole, there is not only last year’s porridge, but also something that has lasted for seven, or even fourteen years!
Here's a clean bride for you!
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru