All this happened a long time ago. There lived a poor woodcutter in a dense forest. Every day he went into the forest to cut down trees. One day he was getting ready, as always, to go into the forest. His wife filled his knapsack with food and hung a full bottle over his shoulder so that the woodcutter could have a snack and drink in the forest. That day the woodcutter wanted to fell a mighty old oak tree. He would make a lot of strong boards, he thought. So he walked up to the old oak tree, pulled out an ax and swung it as if he hoped to knock down the mighty tree with one blow. But he didn’t have time to strike when suddenly a plaintive voice was heard from the oak tree itself and a fairy appeared in front of him. She asked the woodcutter to spare the old oak tree. Well, the woodcutter was surprised, even scared! And I couldn’t open my mouth to utter even a word. Finally he woke up and muttered: “Well, I’ll fulfill your request.” “And it will be better for you,” said the fairy. “I will thank you and your wife for this: may your first three wishes come true!” Then the fairy disappeared, and the woodcutter went home, with a knapsack on his shoulders and a bottle on his side. He had a long journey, and all the way he never ceased to be amazed at what happened to him. When he finally got home, there was only one thing on his mind: to sit and rest now. Maybe it was the fairy's tricks again, who knows? One way or another, he sat down by the fire and had just sat down when he felt terrible hunger, although dinner was still far away. “Do you have anything to eat, my hostess?” - he turned to his wife. “It will be in two hours,” the wife answered. “Eh,” the woodcutter sighed, “I wish I had a thicker ring of blood sausage right now!” And before he had time to say this, suddenly - plop! — a whole ring of finger-licking blood sausage fell into the fireplace. The woodcutter was amazed, and his wife was three times more surprised. “What is this?” - he says. Then the woodcutter remembered what happened to him in the morning, and told his wife the whole story, from beginning to end. But the further he talked, the gloomier his wife became, and when he reached the end, she completely exploded: “Oh, you such a fool!” Stuffed fool! May your blood sausage grow to your nose! And before they both had time to blink an eye, the blood sausage jumped out of the fireplace and grew attached to the woodcutter’s nose. He pulled the sausage, it didn’t come off; my wife pulled and didn’t come off. They tugged and tugged, but the sausage still didn’t come off—it was firmly attached. “What should we do now?” - asks the woodcutter. And then he realized that he had one more wish left - the third and last! And he, without wasting a second, wished for the blood sausage to bounce off his nose. Slap! - and the sausage was already lying on the table in front of him. And if the woodcutter and his wife never had the chance to ride in a golden carriage and dress in silk and velvet - well, for dinner they got such a delicious blood sausage that you will lick your fingers.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru