Fairy tales were not counted, lived for many years, far away, in the wilderness, where there were dense reeds, where animals, birds, low winged tits, and a handsome man with a strong beak, a redefined gyrgaul.
The grey wolf -Bakula, he knew the khan"s cuisine and the fox
-Dassault was running on parcels;
the crows
-scouts, witch doctors, sparrow
-advisor, apple -tree and gossip girl... It"s just a tale, a funny joke, you wanna hear it, wait, the fairy tale is ahead.
Once upon a time, there was a shepherd in a faraway country. His wife died, leaving him one or only daughter. Soon the shepherd married the widow.
The new wife brought her daughter to the house. An evil stepmother mocked her stepdaughter.
Every day she fed her daughter biscuits, and her stepdaughter gave her a piece of stale bread and forced her to do all the hard work in the house. The girl"s mother left a cow and a rooster with a chicken.
Every day stepmother drove the girl to the field and gave her a whole bunch of cotton fibers and punished her:
"Feed the cow and straighten the thread".
Somewhere in the field, putting a spinning wheel in front of her, the girl took on a job. She was spinning threads for a day and a half, eating a piece of stale bread at noon, soaking it in water and spinning it again until sunset. But she couldn't"t keep up with the tension and half of the yarn. Kirgaul is a pheasant. Bakula is the person who was in charge of the kitchen in the khan"s palace. Casual is the executor of orders.
The stepmother beat the poor girl, dragged her by her hair, pinched her to the bruises. The shepherd indulged his wife in everything and was afraid to stand up for his daughter. Once the girl sat in the field and spun, looking after the cow. Suddenly a strong wind came in, picked up the cotton and carried it away.
The girl ran after the cotton. She runs after her. She only wants to grab the cotton as the wind picks it up again and drives it further and further. The poor girl ran, and the wind blew more and more, carrying the cotton to the high hills, and finally drove it into the cave.
The girl ran into the cave, looking, and there sits an old lady with a friendly smile on her face. It was a kind sorceress.
With her hands on her chest, the girl said:
- Hello, Grandma!
- Hello, hello, daughter, come here!
What kind of trouble is going on over your head? " the wizard asked her mercifully.
The girl told everything.
The wizard says:
- And you, baby, don"t be sad, feed your cow cotton, which your stepmother gave you, and then, from her udder, pull the thread and roll off the ball.
The wizard stroked the girl over her head and added:
- If any more hard work falls on your head, come to me. I will make it so that the hard thing becomes easy.
The girl ran to the cow and fed her all the cotton.
Then she started pulling the threads out of the udder as if she were milking a cow. The threads were thin and even. At one moment the girl got tired of many, many threads, rolled them up and brought them to her stepmother.
The stepmother got angry with her:
- Why was it too late? Come clean the barn, sweep the yard! Since then, the girl has been doing her job every day.
No matter how much cotton the stepmother gives, the girl will spin up the whole thing, roll up the threads into balls and bring home. Now the girl had nothing to scold or beat for.
The stepmother began to wonder why she was spinning threads so quickly and finally guarded her.
What a miracle
- a girl pulls threads out of a cow"s udder.
Witchcraft is something.
- I knew it was a cow, " said my stepmother.
She began to persuade her husband:
- I want to eat beef, and so pulls. .. If possible, cut the cow for me.
And the shepherd says:
- Okay. He stabbed a cow, freshened and cut the carcasses, separated the head and legs, cut the bones, cut the meat.
The poor orphan with crying went to the good sorceress and told her everything.
The wizard stroked the girl over the head and said:
- Don"t cry, baby, go home and collect the bones and legs, the skin and blood of the cow, and duck somewhere in the secluded place.
The day will come when all this will come in handy for you.
The girl went home and did as her good magician taught her. One day, her stepmother dressed her daughter up, browned, pampered and gathered with her for a feast in the Shah"s palace.
Before she left, the stepmother poured a sieve of rice and a sieve of small peas, mixed everything and put it in front of the girl, saying:
- By my arrival, so that you would choose everything in grain, rice separately in one sieve, and peas
- in another.
- She gave the girl the back of her head, closed the door and left.
The girl had a rooster and chicken leftover from her mother. When the poor girl was sitting over the sieve and crying, the rooster and the chicken came up to her and started to peck. But they did not swallow grain, and beaked rice into one sieve, and peas
- into another and so on a grain
-size grain separated peas from rice.
The girl rejoiced and ran to the good sorceress. Having listened to her story, the wizard stroked the girl over the head and said:
- Wait a while, baby, now my daughters will come, four beauties
- peri. Go with them to the feast in the Shah"s Palace, I will let them go with you. But first, you go and dig up your buried cow"s legs, head and skin, see what a mystery it is.
Here, out of nowhere, the approach Here, wherever you come from, four beautiful feathers come up and respectfully greet the sorceress. The daughter of a shepherd went home with them, dug a hole, watches, and there, instead of a cow"s skin, a gold
-fabric fur coat.
The cops turned into boots and so beautiful as boats, and the blood became a silk dress, and bones, corals, diamonds and pearls.
Four peri dressed up the girl put a gold
-fabric coat on her shoulders.
The girl"s face shone like the moon in the full moon, which happens on the fourteenth night. Well, in a word, she became so beautiful, that neither in a fairy tale to tell nor a feather to describe. The girl went to the feast accompanied by the daughters of the sorceress. The rulers of the feast thought that the Princess had arrived from some country, accepted her with respect, picked her up in her arms, took her to the main hall and put her in a place of honor.
Nobody invited the stepmother and her daughter, and they stayed at the doorstep.
The girl began to receive the best dishes:
candy and sweets, instead of bread
- sweet cookies, instead of water
- cool sorbet.
When the meal was over, the girl came out of the table and gave her stepmother the rest, saying:
- Take it and eat it!
The mother did not recognize her stepdaughter, gladly grabbed a handout, gave it to her daughter a little bit, and they began to eat.
The girl was escorted from the feast with great honor. She ran home, but in such a hurry that she lost one of her boots.
While her stepmother was about to go, the girl had already returned and was sitting in the yard as if nothing had happened. But here comes the stepmother and her daughter and let"s brag:
- Ah, how interesting we saw! What fun! What a treat! And what only we ate! There was one princess there, beautiful! Well, how to describe her? Face like a month. And the speech is like sugar, so what is sugar there, sweeter than honey! And there is so much delicious on the table. She ate and gave us what was left.
We ate with pleasure!
Are you sitting there, idling?
Where are the peas?
Where is the rice?
What did you do to them?
The girl took out and put a sieve with peas and a sieve with rice in front of her stepmother.
The stepmother"s breath was stolen from her anger. She couldn"t say a word. The next morning, a woman found beautiful boots on the road.
- What a pair of boots! I have never seen such beautiful boots in my life!
- A woman was surprised. She went to the palace, went straight to the Shah and put the boots in front of him.
Shah said :
- The owner of this boot must be very beautiful.
Then he ordered his courtiers:
- Search the whole country, all over the world and find me a beauty
- the mistress of this boot.
Two old ladies went home and tried on boots for all the girls, but none of them had it on their legs. They started asking questions:
- Where haven"t we been yet? Whose house is there yet?
They are told:
- There is still a shepherd"s house left.
- Let"s go to the shepherd"s house, " the old ladies said.
When the stepmother found out that the old ladies were going to visit them, she pushed her stepdaughter into the cake oven and closed the hole with a sieve. She dressed her daughter up, lipped her up, and showed her to the old ladies.
The old ladies started trying on boots, looking at them, and their fingers didn"t even fit into the sock. The stepmother spins, fusses, tells her to wear it and try it on, but nothing comes out. The old ladies got up and said:
- Come on, let"s go.
They already wanted to leave, and at this time the rooster and smoke, but took off on the stove and spoke out against each other:
- Where to, where to, where to?
Look at it here, there, there. One of the old ladies was surprised to say:
- How can a chicken speak? It seems there is someone in the tandoor! She opened a tandoor, looks, there sits a girl, beautiful as the moon. Having admired her beauty, the old lady began to try on boots, put them on her foot as if she had been sewn on. The old ladies ran to the checker and hurried to make him happy.
- Emperor, let"s find a beautiful girl, so slender, elegant, cheeks like a blush apple, red lips, a small mouth, with a thimble, and the eyes, as stars clear in the dark sky, and burn, and flame, and they praised the girl! Shah gave both old ladies expensive new clothes, told them to put them on from head to toe, and he began to prepare for the wedding.
Anger raged in her stepmother"s soul, strangling her, approaching her throat. She rushed to catch the rooster and the chicken:
- I"ll teach you a lesson! She caught the poor birds and ripped their heads off. The day of the wedding celebration came.
The stepmother dressed her daughter in a magnificent dress, whitened her face, browned her cheeks, made her eyebrows crowded, let her eyes down, in a word did everything to make only her daughter like the Shah. After the training camp, the stepmother quietly sneaked up on her stepdaughter, grabbed her, poked out both eyes, took the girl to a swamp overgrown with thick reeds, and threw her there, and took her daughter to the palace. He saw his bride"s check and annual. Before that, she was ugly and disgusting that he did not want to look at her. "I can see that I"m destined to have such an ugly wife, " thought the shah. But the wedding could"t be postponed anymore.
The stepmother"s daughter became the wife of the shah. In that area, not far from the house of the shepherd, there lived an old weaver. One day, the old man went to slice canes for winding threads. While the stepmother was about to go, the girl had already returned and was sitting in the yard as if nothing had happened. But here comes the stepmother and her daughter and let"s brag:
- Ah, how interesting we saw!
What fun! What a treat! And what only we ate! There was one princess there, beautiful! Well, how to describe her? Face like a month. And the speech is like sugar, so what is sugar there, sweeter than honey! And there is so much delicious on the table. She ate and gave us what was left. We ate with pleasure! Are you sitting there, idling? Where are the peas? Where is the rice? What did you do to them? The girl took out and put a sieve with peas and a sieve with rice in front of her stepmother.
The stepmother"s breath was stolen from her anger. She couldn"t say a word. The next morning, a woman found beautiful boots on the road.
- What a pair of boots! I have never seen such beautiful boots in my life!
- A woman was surprised. She went to the palace, went straight to the Shah and put the boots in front of him.
Shah said:
- The owner of this boot must be very beautiful. Then he ordered his courtiers:
- Search the whole country, all over the world and find me a beauty
- the mistress of this boot.
Two old ladies went home and tried on boots for all the girls, but none of them had it on their legs. They started asking questions:
- Where haven"t we been yet? Whose house is there yet?
They are told:
- There is still a shepherd"s house left.
- Let"s go to the shepherd"s house, " the old ladies said.
When the stepmother found out that the old ladies were going to visit them, she pushed her stepdaughter into the cake oven and closed the hole with a sieve.
She dressed her daughter up, lipped her up, and showed her to the old ladies.
The old ladies started trying on boots, looking at them, and their fingers didn"t even fit into the sock. The stepmother spins, fusses, tells her to wear it and try it on, but nothing comes out.
The old ladies got up and said:
- Come on, let"s go.
They already wanted to leave, and at this time the rooster and smoke, but took off on the stove and spoke out against each other:
- Where to, where to, where to? Look at it here, there, there.
One of the old ladies was surprised to say:
- How can a chicken speak? It seems there is someone in the tandoor! She opened a tandoor, looks, there sits a girl, beautiful as the moon. Having admired her beauty, the old lady began to try on boots, put them on her foot as if she had been sewn on.
The old ladies ran to the checker and hurried to make him happy.
- Emperor, let"s find a beautiful girl, so slender, elegant, cheeks like a blush apple, red lips, a small mouth, with a thimble, and the eyes, as stars clear in the dark sky, and burn, and flame, and they praised the girl!
Shah gave both old ladies expensive new clothes, told them to put them on from head to toe, and he began to prepare for the wedding. Anger raged in her stepmother"s soul, strangling her, approaching her throat. She rushed to catch the rooster and the chicken:
- I"ll teach you a lesson! She caught the poor birds and ripped their heads off. The day of the wedding celebration came.
The stepmother dressed her daughter in a magnificent dress, whitened her face, browned her cheeks, made her eyebrows crowded, let her eyes down, in a word did everything to make only her daughter like the Shah.
After the training camp, the stepmother quietly sneaked up on her stepdaughter, grabbed her, poked out both eyes, took the girl to a swamp overgrown with thick reeds, and threw her there, and took her daughter to the palace. He saw his bride"s check and annual. Before that, she was ugly and disgusting that he did not want to look at her. "I can see that I"m destined to have such an ugly wife, " thought the shah. But the wedding could"t be postponed anymore. The stepmother"s daughter became the wife of the shah. In that area, not far from the house of the shepherd, there lived an old weaver.