Once upon a time there lived a woman and she had seven children, a few less. One day she decided to pamper them: she took a handful of flour, fresh milk, butter, eggs and kneaded the dough. The pie began to fry, and it smelled so delicious that all seven guys came running and asked:
- Mother, give me some pie! - says one.
- Mother, dear, give me some pie! - another pesters.
- Mother, dear, dear, give me some pie! - whines the third.
- Mother, dear, sweet, dear, give me some pie! - asks the fourth.
- Mother, dear, sweet, dear, good-looking, give me some pie! - the fifth one whines.
- Mother, dear, sweet, dear, very good, beautiful, give me a pie! - begs the sixth.
- Mother, dear, dear, dear, very good, beautiful, golden, give me a pie! - the seventh yells.
“Wait, children,” says the mother. “When the pie is baked, it becomes fluffy and rosy, I’ll cut it into pieces, give you all a piece, and I won’t forget grandpa.”
When I heard this pie, I got scared.
“Well,” he thinks, “the end has come for me! I must run away from here while I’m safe.”
He wanted to jump from the frying pan, but he failed, he only fell on the other side. I baked a little more, gathered my strength, jumped to the floor - and to the door! The day was hot, the door stood open - he walked onto the porch, from there down the steps and rolled like a wheel, straight along the road.
The woman rushed after him, with a frying pan in one hand and a ladle in the other, the children followed her, and the grandfather hobbled behind him.
- Hey! Wait a minute! Stop! Catch him! Hold it! - everyone shouted vying with each other.
But the pie kept rolling and rolling, and soon it was so far away that it was no longer visible.
So he rolled until he met a man.
- Good afternoon, pie! - said the man.
- Good afternoon, woodcutter man! - answered the pie.
- Dear pie, don’t roll so fast, wait a little - let me eat you! - says the man. And the pie answers him:
“I ran away from my busy housewife, from my restless grandfather, from seven screamers, and from you, human woodcutter, I’ll run away too!” - and rolled on.
A chicken meets him.
- Good afternoon, pie! - said the chicken.
- Good afternoon, smart chicken! - answered the pie.
- Dear pie, don’t roll so fast, wait a little - let me eat you! - says the chicken. And the pie answers her:
“I ran away from the busy landlady, from the restless grandfather, from the seven screamers, from the man-lumberjack, and from you, smart chicken, I’ll also run away!” - and again rolled like a wheel along the road.
Here he met a rooster.
- Good afternoon, pie! - said the rooster.
- Good afternoon, cockerel comb! - answered the pie.
- Dear pie, don’t roll so fast, wait a little - let me eat you! - says the rooster.
“I ran away from the busy landlady, from the restless grandfather, from the seven screamers, from the woodcutter, from the smart chicken, and from you, the comb-cock, I’ll also run away!” - said the pie and rolled even faster.
He rolled like this for a long, long time until he met a duck.
- Good afternoon, pie! - said the duck.
- Good afternoon, little duck! - answered the pie.
- Dear pie, don’t roll so fast, wait a little - let me eat you! - says the duck.
“I ran away from the busy landlady, from the restless grandfather, from the seven screamers, from the woodcutter man, from the smart chicken, from the comb cockerel, and from you, little duck, I’ll also run away!” - said the pie and rolled on.
He rolled for a long, long time and looked at a goose coming towards him.
- Good afternoon, pie! - said the goose.
“Good afternoon, gaping goose,” answered the pie.
- Dear pie, don’t roll so fast, wait a little - let me eat you! - says the goose.
“I ran away from the fussy housewife, from the restless grandfather, from the seven screamers, from the woodcutter man, from the smart chicken, from the comb cockerel, from the little duck, and from you, gaping goose, I’ll also run away!” - said the pie and rolled away.
So he rolled again for a long, long time until he met a gander.
- Good afternoon, pie! - said the gander.
- Good afternoon, simpleton gander! - answered the pie.
- Dear pie, don’t roll so fast, wait a little - let me eat you! - says the gander. And the pie answers again:
“I ran away from the busy housewife, from the restless grandfather, from the seven screamers, from the woodcutter man, from the smart chicken, from the comb cockerel, from the little duck, from the gaping goose, and from you, simpleton gander, I’ll run away too!” - and rolled even faster.
Again he rolled for a long, long time, and towards him was a pig.
- Good afternoon, pie! - said the pig.
- Good afternoon, bristle pig! - the pie answered and was about to roll on. But then the pig said:
- Wait a little, let me admire you. Don't rush, the forest is coming soon... Let's go through the forest together - it won't be so scary.
So the two of them moved on. They walked and walked and reached a stream. It was easy for a pig to swim across the stream, but the pie could not cross to the other side on its own.
“Sit on my spot,” says the pig, “I’ll carry you.” Otherwise, if you get wet, you will lose all your beauty!
The pie listened - and the pig jumped onto the spot! And that one - am-am! - and swallowed it.
The pie is gone, and the fairy tale ends here.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru