The priest had a tailor. He went to the village to work, but at that time God did not send food for the unfortunate wolf. The wolf climbed the mountain and asked God:
“Give me, Lord, something to eat, otherwise I’ll die!” “Oh, go,” the wolf says, “whatever you meet with the priest will be ready for you to eat.” A wolf is walking, a mare is walking. “Great, mare, who are you?”
The wolf stood and looked at the papers. And as soon as the mare galloped, she looked back - the wolf was no longer in sight. The wolf was walking, thinking; “And yet I’m a fool! And I’m not a gentleman and I’m illiterate, and why did I need to look at some papers?”
A wolf is walking, and then a ram is walking.
- Hello, ram! Whose will you be? - Popov. - Here you are ready for me to eat! - Oh, you, wolf, stand below, and I will go up the hill. Open your mouth, and I myself will attract you.
The ram sped up and hit him in the forehead, so the wolf almost came to an end. Here comes a wolf and thinks: “What a fool I am! Am I such a gentleman that I wanted light bread?”
The wolf met the pigs.
- Hello, pigs! Whose are you? - Popovs! - So you are ready for food for me. - Oh, brother wolf! Let us at least sing a song. While the pigs were beckoning the wolf, the peasants noticed him and drove him away.
A wolf walks and meets a tailor.
- Hello, tailor! Whose are you? - Popov! - Ah, so you’re ready for me to eat! - Oh, brother wolf! Let me then at least wash myself before I die. Let me rub myself with your tail.
So the tailor wrapped a wolf’s tail around his hand and poured it three times with an arshin, and the wolf almost didn’t stay in place...
The tailor realized, ran and hid in an oak tree. The wolf began to think and wonder how he could catch up with the tailor. He gathered his fellows and went up to the oak tree itself.
- There, brothers, is a tailor sitting on an oak tree. Let's get him out of there, brothers...
So the tailless one lay down below, and the rest climbed on him, so that only one wolf could get up and get the tailor.
And the tailor says:
“At least take a sniff of tobacco before you die.” He sniffed: “Apchhi!”
And the wolf thought that he was shouting: “Arshin.” And as soon as he waved from there, the wolves fell, grabbed that wolf and tore him to pieces. And the poor guy disappeared.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru