There lived a mouse. Spring has come, the mouse decided to go sturgeon and catch salmon. Instead of a boat, I took a nut shell, and instead of an oar, I took a spatula for puttingty on the gray boat.
He rides and sings:
- My nut shell-boat: body, body, body, my spatula-oar: floor, floor, floor. Near one village, children shout from the shore:
- Hey, little mouse, come and eat some sweets!
- What sweets?
- With pike.
- No, I don’t eat it with pike.
And again he rides on, singing:
- My shell-boat: body, body, body, my paddle-oar: floor, floor, floor.
And again, near one village, the guys from the shore shout:
- Hey, little mouse, pester me to eat some sweets!
- What sweets? - With duck meat!
- No, I won’t eat it with duck meat.
And again he rides on, singing:
- My shell-boat: body, body, body, my paddle-oar: floor, floor, floor.
I drove for a long time or a short time, and again in one village the guys shouted:
- Hey, little mouse, pester me to eat some sweets and caviar.
– With what caviar?
- With sturgeon caviar.
- Yum, yum, yum, yum, I’ll eat my fathers’ food with sturgeon caviar.
She landed on the shore and gave her some food with sturgeon caviar.
And the mouse began to eat.
She ate, ate, ate, ate, even her stomach became round.
Then the children shouted from the street:
- Mouse, little mouse, your oar and your boat were washed away by the water.
The mouse jumped up, ran to the shore, tripped, fell into a dog hole, and its stomach burst.
“Girls, girls,” the mouse shouted, “bring a needle with veins, bring a needle with grit, my stomach is bursting!”
The girls came running quickly and sewed up the little mouse's stomach with thread and sinew. They put her on her feet.
The little mouse, staggering, went to her shell-boat with a spatula-oar, sat down and, sad, drove on, even forgot about the songs. And only her boat sings: tel, tel, tel, and only her oar sings: floor, floor, floor.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru