It happened or didn’t happen, lived or didn’t live, but there was only one fox in the world. Here comes a fox, and a rooster meets her. - Hello, rooster! - Hello, fox! -Where are you going, rooster?
“Nowhere,” says the rooster. “My master has thirty or forty chickens, and I am the only rooster among them.” So my owner keeps repeating and repeating: “This rooster has grown old, he is no longer suitable for chickens - he will have to be slaughtered. I’ll kill him tomorrow.” What to do? I had to sneak away. I decided to live in the field. Where are you going, fox? - I'm going to Jerusalem. I want to become a saint. “Take me as your comrade.” “Okay,” the fox answers.
Went. We walked a lot, you never know, we just met a goose. - Hello, goose! - Hello, fox and rooster! - Where are you going, goose? What kind of trouble are you in? - Eh, eh! Where should I go? - answered the goose. “I raised twelve goslings for my owner, each of them the size of me.” And the owner says: “Our goose is old, we’ll leave the goslings, but we’ll slaughter and fry him.” So I slipped away. You'll have to live in the field.
The fox says: “We are going to Jerusalem, come with us, you will be a comrade.” “Very good.” Let's go, three of us.
They walked a lot, you never know, and a kite met them. - Hello, kite! - Hello, fox, rooster and goose! Where are you going? - We are going to Jerusalem to save our souls. - Take me as your comrade.
Went. They are walking, and a dudak bird meets them. - Hello, dudak! - Hello, fox, rooster, goose, kite! Where are you going? - To Jerusalem, to save your soul. - Take me as your comrade. - Very good.
Went. Whether you walk a lot or a little, you come to a fox hole. - Now we are already in Jerusalem. Let’s go in and start praying,” says the fox. Everyone entered the hole. The fox stood at the exit and called the rooster. “Read, rooster, a prayer to save your soul.” The rooster began to crow with joy. And the fox said to him: “Of course, I allowed you to pray here, but how dare you scream your “cuckoo-cuckoo” at midnight when I approach the chicken coop, and wake up people with your scream, leaving me with an empty stomach? - the fox said this, tore off the rooster’s head and put it aside
Then the fox called the goose. “Come here, goose.” A goose approached. “How dare you cackle for hours after midnight, letting people know that I’m approaching the chicken coop, and leaving me with an empty stomach?” — she tore off his head too.
She called the kite. “Come here too.” The kite approached. “Oh, you shameless creature,” said the fox, “how dare you kill the poor widow’s chickens?” You show up and grab everyone, and I’m left with nothing! — she tore off his head too.
The fox called the dudak. Dudak says: “Why do you want to eat me?” If you don’t eat, I’ll repay you - and you’ll eat with me, and laugh, and run around so much that you won’t forget.” “Okay,” answered the fox. The dudak led the fox with him.
They walk, and towards them a woman brings lunch to the men in the field. The dudak sat down on the road. “It would be nice to catch this bird,” said the woman, “it would make the guys happy.” “The woman put the bowl on the road and chased the dudak.” And he flew slowly, low and took her far to the side.
Meanwhile, the fox ran up, turned the bowl over and ate his fill. A woman came, clasped her hands and screamed: “Woe to me, let my eyes go blind, what stone should I hit, what will I feed the men with?” “Well, fox, are you full or not?” asked the dudak to the fox. “I’m full, and how—I’ve never eaten so much in my life.” I won’t forget this and will repay you well.” “If that’s the case, let’s have a good laugh now.”
The dudak led the fox and brought her to a church. Two bald monks stood near the church. Both have sticks in their hands. The dudak flew up and sat on one’s head. Another got angry: “Oh, you worthless bird!” - He waved his stick to kill the dudak, but the dudak flew up, the stick hit the monk and cut his bald head.
Then the dudak sat on the head of another monk, the monk with a broken head became furious, swung, wanting to kill the bird, but it flew up, and the stick broke the forehead of the other monk. And the fox laughs, laughs, laughs until he drops. “Did you laugh well, fox?” - asks the dudak. “I laughed, and how, I’ve never laughed so much in my life.” “Okay, now let’s go run.” The dudak led the fox and put it under the weeds. “Wait here, you’ll soon run.”
The dudak walked away and saw that the hunters with hounds were going after the hare. “Come here, I’ll show you a good animal,” the dudak shouted and led them to the fox. “Well, fox, it’s time to run, why are you sitting?” Get up and run. The fox saw the hounds, jumped up and rushed into the field. “Ah, ah, you outwitted me, you idiot!” It’s my own fault - I didn’t tear off your head first. And guess what the hounds did to the fox.
Pestilence is there, feast is here, Bran is there, and flour is here.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru