There lived a grandfather and a woman. And they had a son. Yes, so small that you can’t see it from under the hat. No more than a fist. That’s what his grandfather and grandmother called him: sonny-fist.
One day my grandfather went to plow, and the woman told her to prepare dinner and bring it to him in the field.
The woman prepared dinner and said to her son:
“If you were big, you would take my father’s lunch for me.” And then I have to go myself, and my son became brave and said:
- Come on, mom, I'll take lunch.
- Where can I get it from you? - the mother does not believe.
- I’ll tell you!
Sonny took lunch, put his grandfather’s bast shoes in his grandfather’s shoes, and he sat in the back and drove off,
He drives to himself and hums songs. He arrived at the field and called his father:
- Tata, I brought you lunch! His father saw him and was delighted:
- Well done, son!
He sat down to dinner, and his son said
- Tata, put me on the plow, I’ll plow.
- How are you going to plow?
“But you’ll see,” says the son. His father put him on the plow. Little boy took the reins in his hands and shouted at the horse:
- But, Sivka-burka! And he began to plow.
And a gentleman was passing along the road in a chaise. He saw such a miracle.
“Sell me, grandfather, your plowman,” asks the master.
- No, sir, I won’t sell it: this is my son.
And the master stuck like tar: sell and sell!
“I’ll give you a lot of money,” he says.
The son heard this, ran up to his father and whispered to him:
“Sell it, dad, just take a handful of gold from the gentleman for me.” Don't be afraid, I'll run away from him.
The grandfather agreed and sold his son to the master for a handful of gold.
The gentleman took the boy, put it in his pocket and drove off. “Here,” he thinks, “I’ve made a good plowman. No one else has one like him. All the gentlemen will envy me!”
Meanwhile, the boy tore open the master's pocket, slowly got out of it and jumped out of the chaise. Pan didn't even notice. I went home to show off my wonderful plowman.
The boy looked around, and around him there was a dense forest. He walked and walked through the forest and got lost.
And then evening came. He sat down under the tree and cried.
A hungry wolf appears out of nowhere. He grabbed the boy and swallowed him. The boy came to his senses, began to kick in his wolfish stomach, and began to scream:
- Hey, wolf, take me home!
- I won’t carry it! - says the wolf.
“I suppose you’ll carry it if you get tired of it.”
“We’ll see,” the wolf snapped and ran into the field to look for sheep.
He runs up to the herd of sheep, and the boy screams from the wolf’s belly:
- Hey, shepherds, the wolf is sneaking after the sheep! The shepherds heard this and drove the thief away. And even the dogs were set on him.
The wolf ran into the forest and said to the boy:
- Get out!
- No, I won’t get out! — the boy responded. “Carry me home.”
- I won’t carry it! - the wolf gets angry.
The wolf got hungry and went to look for food again. But wherever he comes, everything is a failure: the boy does not give him peace.
The wolf has become completely emaciated and can barely drag his feet.
And the boy stands his ground:
- Carry me home!
The wolf sees - nothing can be done: he carried the boy home.
He brought it to the court and said:
- Get out. There's your house.
“No,” says the boy, “carry me to the yard.” The wolf brought it into the yard and shouted again:
- Get out!
- No, carry me into the hallway.
The wolf brought it into the hallway.
Then the little boy jumped out and screamed:
- Tata, Tata, go beat the wolf!
The father ran out with a poker and killed the wolf. He skinned it and sewed a fur coat for the woman, and the woman roasted a goose for her grandfather and son for this.
That's the whole fairy tale.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru