Hun and Sausages lived. In the summer they installed cats. On a hot day, the cat began to swim near the partition. Kolbasam had a daughter, Hun had a son. They are swimming themselves, and they put the children on the shore. Sausages says:
“Girlfriend,” he says, “let’s take a swim!” They went down to the river. Sausages persuade:
“Girlfriend,” he says, “dive quickly!”
Hun dived, and Sausages grabbed her son and ran into the forest with him. Hun surfaced and looked ashore - her son was gone. She dragged her son away with sausages, and left her daughter here on the shore. Hun had to take Sausage's daughter for herself. She began to raise her. And Kolbasam went and set up a tent on the lower side of the lake. Kolbasam is raising his son Hun. The son grew up, made himself a bow, and began hunting wild deer. The son hunts deer, and the daughter, Sausage Know, rides on the outside of the chum on the skin from the forehead of a deer. He will cook his son's food with sausages, collect lice and put them in a cauldron. And he brings game from the hunt. One day Kolbasam says to his son:
- If you go hunting, avoid the upper half of the lake.
He left, found tracks of deer, tracked them and killed eight of them. When it began to get dark, he went back, got a squirrel and two wood grouse. Then he went home. He came, took off the protein, put them down, entered the tent, sat down, drank tea and went to bed. He slept, got up in the morning, drank tea, left again, again found and killed ten deer. Then he thought about what Kolbasam had told him in the morning: “You,” she said, “don’t go to the upper side of this lake!” He didn’t listen, but he still went! He walks, walks, sees a dugout standing ahead. He approached the dugout, hit the ground and turned into an ermine. He jumped onto the roof of the dugout, looked down through the smoke hole, and below, in the dugout, his mother and the girl were sitting. His mother has five fingers, and the girl has four. My daughter is cooking stew. The son threw fat into the boiler through the smoke hole. The daughter tasted the stew and said:
- Mom, where does our stew get such richness from? Hun replied:
- Daughter, where will the fat come from in our cauldron? The one who could have given it to us was taken away by your mother. If only now my son would come from somewhere and listen.
He looked down: the one who was telling the story seemed to be his mother. Then he came down from the dugout, hit the ground, went home, and hit a tree with his bow. The bow broke. He threw it away and took half of it. Then he went home and returned home.
- Mom, my bow is broken. His mother said:
“Tomorrow we’ll make another bow!”
He drank tea and went to bed. After sleeping, he got up in the morning, drank tea and left. He broke off a piece of wood from the tree, went back, returned home and began to put on the runners. He attached all the runners and went to prepare firewood. He hauled a lot of wood, chopped it, and put it in one pile. Then he left, went to the larches, cut them and collected a lot of resin. He returned home - there was no glue. He left again, tore the bark off the birch tree and went back. I returned home and made some glue. Then he lit a fire and put the glue pot on the fire. The Kleinica caught fire.
“Mom,” he says, “my glue pot caught fire.” His mother quickly jumped out:
-Where is she? - asks.
“And she,” he answers, “is standing on fire.”
His mother quickly climbed into the fire. He took the spear and pushed it into the fire. And she screamed:
- Peel, pel, pel! My bugs are all burned out.
She burned down. He then took the spear and cut Sausages into small pieces. Then he left, went to the southern side of the lake. Snow and rain were blowing. He looks forward - the dugout is standing. He approached, took off his skis, hit the ground and turned around like a hawk. Little Sausage came out, looked up - the hawk was sitting. She went into the chum:
“Mom, there’s a hawk sitting up there.”
His mother came out and started throwing sticks at him, but didn’t hit him. The hawk flew far away.
The woman turned around - a man entered. Hun realized that it was her son who had returned. Little Sausage came out. The son said:
“Mom,” he says, “I’ll kill this Sausage.” His mother replied:
- Don’t touch this Sausage. I raised her, I raised her of my own free will, don’t touch her.
And the son says:
- She will grow up and eat us. And the mother says:
- Okay, take her away.
Her son took her for a short walk. When they arrived at the place where they spent the night, they cooked some stew. They ate, they had some stew left; They didn’t pour it out, but poured it into the sausages and went to bed. In the morning, when it dawned, there was no firewood. He went to gather firewood and left completely. He took a small piece of wood and with this stick he would hit one tree, then hit another. Sausages guessed that he didn’t go to prepare firewood. She began to catch up with him in one pima. When she saw him ahead, she pulled a mushroom out of the ground and threw it after him, but missed. He approached the river and said:
- Since they tell miracles about me in fairy tales, let me cross the river!
He looks and the chum pole has fallen into the water. He sat down on a perch and crossed. Sausages sat on a log. And he says:
- Drive her so that she screams, drive her so that she turns over. The Water Sausages pulled her off by the legs and ate her. And son Hun to the mountain
went up to his mother; They connected the tops of two larches and built a tent here. All the birds fly to his smoke hole. He himself is as small as a bird. The fairy tale is over.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru