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So the eldest received the entire inheritance, became rich and began to trade in expensive goods; and the younger one was poor, chopping firewood in the forest and taking it to the market. The neighbors, feeling sorry for his poverty, gathered and gave him money so that he could trade at least a trifle. The poor man is afraid, he says to them:
— No, good people, I won't take your money; I bargain unequally - how can I pay you a debt?
And two neighbors agreed to somehow contrive and give him money. This is how the poor man went for firewood, one of them overtook him by a roundabout way and said:
- I went, brother, to long way; on the road, a debtor gave me three hundred rubles - I don’t know what to do with them! I do not want to turn home; take, perhaps, my money, keep it with you, or rather trade on it; I will not arrive soon; after you pay me a little.
The poor man took the money, brought it home, and is afraid that he might lose it, that his wife might find it and spend instead of her own. He thought and thought and hid it in a little box with ashes, and he himself left the yard.
Changers arrived without him - that's what they buy up ashes and exchange it for goods. Baba took and gave them this little one with ashes.
The husband returned home, sees that there is no baby, asks:
— Where is the ashes?
The wife replies:
“I sold it to money changers.
Here he is frightened, yearning and grieving, but only everything is silent. The wife sees that he is sad; started on it:
— What the hell happened to you? Why so sad?
He confessed that other people's money was hidden in the ashes; the woman got angry - and tears, and mosques, and bursts into tears:
"Why didn't you believe me?" I'd better hide yours!
Again the peasant went to get firewood, so that later he could sell it in the market and buy bread. Another neighbor overtakes him, says the same speeches to him and gives him five hundred rubles for safekeeping. The poor man does not take it, refuses, and he forcibly thrust the money into his hand and galloped along the road.
The money was paper; thought, thought: where to put them? I took it between the lining and hid it in a hat.
He came to the forest, hung his hat on a Christmas tree and began to chop wood. To his misfortune, a raven flew in and took away the hat with the money.
The peasant grieve, grieved, yes, apparently, so be it!
He lives as before, trades in firewood and small change, somehow survives. The neighbors see that enough time has passed, but the poor do not bargain; they ask him:
— Why are you trading badly, brother? Are you afraid to spend our money? If so, better give our good back.
The poor man wept and told how his money had disappeared from him. The neighbors did not believe and went to ask him to court.
“How to judge this matter? the judge thinks. - A peasant is a meek, poor man, there is nothing to take from him; if you put him in jail, he will die of hunger!”
The judge sits, puffed up, under the window, and took him a great deal of thought. While the boys were deliberately playing in the street. And one says - so lively:
— I'll be a steward: I'll judge you guys, and you come to me with requests.
He sat down on a stone, and another boy came up to him, bowed and asked:
— I've loaned money to this peasant, but he doesn't pay me; came to your mercy to ask for a court against him.
- Did you borrow? the steward asks the guilty one.
- Why don't you pay?
— Nothing, father!
— Listen, petitioner! After all, he does not deny that he took money from you, and it is unbearable to pay him, so you postpone his debt for five or six years, maybe he will recover and repay you with interest. Do you agree?
The boys both bowed to the steward:
— Thank you, father! Agree!
The judge heard all this, was delighted and said:
— This boy gave me crazy! I will also tell my petitioners that they delay the poor.
According to him, the rich neighbors agreed to wait two or three years; I hope the guy gets better in the meantime!
Here the poor man again went to the forest for firewood, chopped half a wagon - and it became dark. He stayed for the night in the forest: “In the morning, I will return home with a full cart.” And he thinks: where should he spend the night? The place was deaf, there were many animals; lie down next to the horse - perhaps the animals will eat it. He went further into the thicket and climbed a large spruce.
At night, robbers arrived at this very place - seven people - and they say:
“Doors, doors, open!”
Immediately the doors to the dungeon opened; the robbers, let's carry their booty there, demolished everything and ordered:
“Doors, doors, shut up!”
The doors were closed, and the robbers went back to their prey. The peasant saw all this, and when it was quiet around him, he climbed down from the tree:
“Well, I’ll try—won’t these doors open for me, too?”
And he just said: “Doors, doors, open!” They opened at that very moment. He entered the dungeon; looks - there are heaps of gold, silver and all sorts of things. The poor man rejoiced, and at dawn he began to carry sacks of money; he threw down the firewood, loaded the wagon with silver and gold, and hurry home.
Meet his wife:
“Oh, you husband-husband! And I already disappeared from grief; everyone thought: where are you? Either the tree crushed, or the beast ate!
And the man is funny:
"Don't freak out, wife! God gave happiness, I found a treasure; Help me carry bags.
Finished work, and he went to a rich brother; told everything as it happened, and calls to go with him for good luck. He agreed.
We arrived together in the forest, found a spruce, shouted:
“Doors, doors, open!”
The doors opened. They began to carry bags of money; the poor brother loaded the cart and became contented, but the rich brother is not satisfied.
“Well, you, brother, go,” says the rich man, “and I’ll be right behind you.”
- Okay! Don't forget to say: "Doors, doors, shut up!"
— No, I won't forget.
The poor man has left, but the rich cannot part in any way: all of a sudden you can’t take everything away, but it’s a pity to leave! And then the night overtook him.
Robbers arrived, found him in the dungeon and cut off his head; they took off their sacks from the wagon, instead put the dead man down, whipped the horse and set him free. The horse rushed out of the forest and brought him home.
Here is the ataman of the robber and scolding the robber who killed the rich brother:
“Why did you kill him early? Should I have asked in advance where he lives? After all, we have lost a lot of good: it is clear that he pulled it out! Where can we find it now?
Yesaul says:
— Well, let him find out who killed him!
Not long after that the murderer began to scout; Will their gold be found somewhere? Comes as is to the poor brother in the shop; I traded something else, noticed that the owner was boring, thought about it, and asked:
— Why are you so depressed?
And he says:
“I had an older brother, but trouble struck: someone killed him, the third day they brought a horse to the yard with a severed head, and today they buried him.
The robber sees that he got on the trail, and let's ask; pretended to be very sorry. He learned that after the murdered widow remained, and asks:
“Does an orphan even have a corner of his own?”
— Yes — an important house!
- And where? Point me.
The peasant went and showed him his brother's house; the robber took a piece of red paint and put a note on the gate.
- What is this for? the man asks him.
And he answers:
“I want to help the orphan, but to make it easier to find a house, I made a note on purpose.
— Hey, brother! My daughter-in-law doesn't need anything; Thank God she's got enough.
— Well, where do you live?
- And here is my hut
The robber put the same note on his gate.
— What is this for?
“You,” he says, “I liked you very much; I will visit you for the night; believe me, brother, for your own good!
The robber returned to his gang, told everything in order, and they agreed to go at night - to rob and kill everyone in both houses and return their gold.
And the poor man came to the court and said:
— Now the good fellow confessed to me, stained my gates - I will, he says, always stop by to stay with you. So kind! And how he regretted his brother, how he wanted to help his daughter-in-law!
The wife and son listen, and the adopted daughter says to him:
“Batiushka, are you wrong? Will it be okay? Were it not the robbers who killed my uncle, and now they missed their goods and are looking for us? Perhaps they will run over, plunder, and you will not escape death!
The man was scared
— And what to surprise? Because I had never seen him before. Here's the trouble! What are we going to do?
And the daughter says:
“Come on, father, take the paints all over the neighborhood and stain the gates with the same marks.
The peasant went and stained the gates all over the neighborhood. The robbers arrived and could not find anything; they went back and pinned the scout: why did he blurt out something wrong? Finally, they reasoned: “It is clear that we attacked the cunning one!” - and after a while they prepared seven barrels; they put a robber in six barrels, and poured oil into the seventh.
The former scout with these barrels went straight to the poor brother, arrived in the evening and asked to spend the night. He let him in as a friend.
The daughter went out into the yard, began to inspect the barrels, opened one - there was oil in it, tried to open the other - no, she could not; she leaned her ear and listened, and in the barrel someone moved and breathed. “Hey,” he thinks, “this is a bad trick!”
She came to the hut and said:
— Father! What will we treat the guest to? Seven, I'll go and heat the stove in the back hut and make something for supper.
Once upon a time there was a peasant, he had two sons: the younger one was on the road, the older one was at the house. The father began to die and left the whole inheritance to his son at the house, and gave nothing to the other; I thought that brother would not hurt brother. When his father died, his eldest son buried him and kept the entire inheritance. Here comes another son and weeps bitterly that he did not find his father alive. The eldest said to him: “Father left everything to me alone!” And he had no children, and the younger one had a son and an adopted daughter.
Here the eldest received the entire inheritance, became rich and began to trade in expensive goods; and the younger one was poor, chopping firewood in the forest and taking it to the market. Neighbors, pitying his poverty, gathered and gave him money so that he could trade at least a trifle. The poor man is afraid, he says to them: “No, good people, I will not take your money; I bargain unequally - how can I pay you a debt? And two neighbors agreed to somehow contrive and give him money. This is how the poor man went for firewood, one of them overtook him by a roundabout way and said: “I went, brother, on a long journey; on the road, a debtor gave me three hundred rubles - I don’t know what to do with them! I do not want to turn home; take, perhaps, my money, keep it with you, but rather trade on it; I will not arrive soon; then pay me a little."
The poor man took the money, brought it home, and is afraid that he might lose it, that his wife might find it and spend instead of her own. I thought and thought, and hid it in a little 1 with ash, and he left the yard. Changers arrived without him - that's what they buy up ashes and exchange it for goods. Baba took and gave them this little one with ashes. The husband returned home, sees that there is no baby, asks: “Where is the ash?” The wife replies: "I sold it to money changers." Here he is frightened, yearning and grieving, but only everything is silent. The wife sees that he is sad; approached him: “What kind of misfortune happened to you? Why so sad? He confessed that other people's money was hidden in the ashes; the woman got angry - and tears, and mosques, and bursts into tears: “Why didn’t you believe me? I'd better hide yours!"
Again the peasant went to get firewood, so that later he could sell it in the market and buy bread. Another neighbor overtakes him, says the same speeches to him and gives him five hundred rubles for safekeeping. The poor man does not take it, refuses, and he forcibly thrust the money into his hand and galloped along the road. The money was paper; thought and thought: where to put them? I took it between the lining and hid it in a hat. He came to the forest, hung his hat on a Christmas tree and began to chop wood. To his misfortune, a raven flew in and carried off a hat with money. The peasant grieve, grieved, yes, apparently, so be it! He lives as before, trades in firewood and small change, somehow survives. The neighbors see that enough time has passed, but the poor do not bargain; they ask him: “Why are you trading badly, brother? Are you afraid to spend our money? If so, it is better to give our good back. The poor man wept and told how his money had disappeared from him. The neighbors did not believe and went to ask him to court. “How to judge this matter? the judge thinks. - A peasant is a meek, poor man, there is nothing to take from him; if you put him in jail, he will die of hunger!”
The judge sits, puffed up, under the window, and took him a great deal of thought. While the boys were deliberately playing in the street. And one says - so lively: "I'll be a steward: I'll judge you guys, and you come to me with requests." Sat on a stone; and another boy comes up to him, bows and asks: “I have loaned money to this peasant, but he does not pay me; came to your mercy to ask for judgment on him. - "Did you borrow?" - the steward asks the guilty one. "Bral." - "Why don't you pay?" - "Nothing, father!" - “Listen, petitioner! After all, he does not deny that he took money from you, and it is unbearable to pay him, so you postpone his debt for five or six years, maybe he will recover and repay you with interest. Do you agree? The boys both bowed to the steward: “Thank you, father! We agree." The judge heard all this, was delighted and said: “This boy gave me mind! I will also tell my petitioners to delay the poor.” According to him, the rich neighbors agreed to wait two or three years; I hope the guy gets better in the meantime!
Here the poor man again went to the forest for firewood, chopped half a wagon - and it became dark. He stayed for the night in the forest: “In the morning, I will return home with a full cart.” And he thinks: where should he spend the night? The place was deaf, there were many animals; lie down next to the horse - perhaps the animals will eat it. He went further into the thicket and climbed a large spruce. At night, robbers arrived at this very place - seven people, and they say: “Doors, doors, open!” Immediately the doors to the dungeon opened; the robbers, let's carry their booty there, demolished everything and ordered: "Doors, doors, shut up!" The doors were closed, and the robbers went back to their prey. The peasant saw all this, and when it was quiet all around him, he descended from the tree: “Well, I’ll try it - won’t these doors open for me too?” And he just said: “Doors, doors, open!” They opened at that very moment. He entered the dungeon, looks - there are heaps of gold, silver and all sorts of things. The poor man rejoiced, and at dawn he began to carry sacks of money; he threw down the firewood, loaded the wagon with silver and gold, and hurry home.
Meets his wife: “Oh, you husband-husband! And I already disappeared from grief; everyone thought: where are you? Either it was crushed by a tree, or the beast ate it! And the man is merry: “Don't fret, wife! God gave happiness, I found a treasure; help me carry the bags." Finished work, and he went to a rich brother; told everything as it happened, and calls to go with him for good luck. He agreed. We arrived together in the forest, found a spruce, shouted: “Doors, doors, open!” The doors opened. They began to carry bags of money; the poor brother loaded the cart and became satisfied, but the rich one is not enough. "Well, brother, go," says the rich man, "and I'll be with you soon." - "Okay! Don't forget to say: "Doors, doors, shut up!" - "No, I won't forget." The poor man has left, but the rich cannot part in any way: all of a sudden you can’t take everything away, but it’s a pity to leave! And then the night overtook him. Robbers arrived, found him in the dungeon and cut off his head; they took off their sacks from the wagon, instead put the dead man down, whipped the horse and set him free. The horse rushed out of the forest and brought him home. Here is the ataman of the robber and scolding the robber who killed the rich brother: “Why did you kill him early? Should I have asked in advance where he lives? After all, we have lost a lot of good: it is clear that he pulled it out! Where can we find it now?" Yesaul says: “Well, let him find out who killed him!”
Not long after that the murderer began to scout; Will their gold be found somewhere? Comes as is to the poor brother in the shop; he traded something or other, noticed that the owner was boring, thought about it, and asked: “Why are you so depressed?” And he says: “I had an older brother, but trouble struck: someone killed him, the third day he brought a horse to the yard with a severed head, and today they buried him.” The robber sees that he got on the trail, and let's ask; pretended to be very sorry. He learned that after the murdered man the widow remained, and asked: “Does the orphan even have his own corner?” - “There is an important house!” - "And where? Show me." The peasant went and showed him his brother's house; the robber took a piece of red paint and put a note on the gate. "What is this for?" - the man asks him. And he replies: “I want to help the orphan, but to make it easier to find a house, I made a note on purpose.” - “Hey, brother! My daughter-in-law does not need anything: thank God, she has enough of everything. - "Well, where do you live?" - "And here is my hut." The robber put the same note on his gate. "And what is this for?" - “You,” he says, “I really liked; I will visit you for the night; believe me, brother, for your own good!" The robber returned to his gang, told everything in order, and they agreed to go at night - to rob and kill everyone in both houses and return their gold.
And the poor man came to the court and said: “Now the good fellow has confessed to me, he has stained my gates - I will, he says, always stop by to stay with you. So kind! And how he regretted his brother, how he wanted to help his daughter-in-law! The wife and son listen, and the adopted daughter says to him: “Father, are you not mistaken? Will it be okay? Were it not the robbers who killed my uncle, and now they missed their goods and are looking for us? Perhaps they will run over, plunder, and you will not escape death! The man was frightened: “What to surprise? Because I had never seen him before. Here's the trouble! What are we going to do?” And the daughter says: “Come on, father, take the paints and all over the neighborhood and stain the gates with the same marks.” The peasant went and stained the gates all over the neighborhood. The robbers arrived and could not find anything; they went back and pinned the scout: why did he blurt out something wrong? Finally, they reasoned: “It is clear that we attacked the cunning one!” and after a while they prepared seven casks; they put a robber in six barrels, and poured oil into the seventh.
The former scout with these barrels went straight to the poor brother, arrived in the evening and asked to spend the night. He let him in as a friend. The daughter went out into the yard, began to inspect the barrel, opened one - there was oil in it, tried to open the other - no, she could not; she leaned her ear and listened, and in the barrel someone moved and breathed. “Hey,” he thinks, “this is a bad trick!” She came to the hut and said: “Father! What will we treat the guest to! Seven, I'll go and fire up the stove in the back hut and make something for supper. - "Well, go ahead!" The daughter left, lit the stove, but between cooking everything warms the water, carries boiling water and pours into barrels; brewed all the robbers. The father and the guest had supper; and the daughter sits in the back hut and watches: something will happen? That's when the hosts fell asleep, the guest went out into the yard, whistled - no one responds; approaches the barrels, calls to his comrades - there is no answer; opens the barrels - steam comes out from there. The robber guessed, harnessed the horses and got out of the yard with the barrels.
The daughter locked the gate, went to wake her family, and told everything that had happened. The father says: “Well, daughter, you saved our lives, be the lawful wife of my son.” They played a merry feast and a wedding. The young woman keeps saying to her father that she should sell her old house and buy another: she was very afraid of robbers! Not even an hour - again welcome. And so it happened. After some time, the same robber who came with barrels, equipped himself with an officer, came to the peasant and asked to spend the night; they let him in. No one knows, only the young one recognized and said: “Father! After all, this is the old robber! - “No, daughter, not the one!” She fell silent; but as soon as she began to go to bed, she brought a sharp ax and put it beside her; all night she did not close her eyes, she kept watch. At night, the officer got up, took his saber and wanted to cut off her husband's head: she did not grow shy, waved her ax - and cut him off right hand, waved again - and demolished her head. Here the father was convinced that his daughter was truly wise; obeyed, sold the house and bought himself a hotel. He switched to housewarming, began to live, grow rich, bargain.
Neighbors come to visit him - the very ones who gave him money and then asked him in court. “Bah! How are you here? - "This is my house, recently bought." - “Important house! Apparently you have money. Why aren't you paying your debt?" The owner bows and says: “Thank God! The Lord gave me, I found a treasure and I am ready to pay you at least three times. - "OK, bro! Let's celebrate housewarming now." - "Welcome!" Here we walked, celebrated; and the garden near the house is much nicer! "Can I see the garden?" - “Excuse me, honest gentlemen! I'll go with you myself." They walked and walked around the garden, and found a little ash in the far corner. The owner, as he saw it, gasped: “Honest gentlemen! After all, this is the same little one that my wife sold. - “Well, is there any money in the ashes?” Shake it out, and here they are. Then the neighbors believed that the man was telling them the truth. “Let's start,” they say, “to inspect the trees; after all, the raven took away the hat - it’s true, he made a nest in it. They walked and walked, saw a nest, dragged it off with hooks - how is that very hat! They threw out the nest and found the money. The owner paid them his debt and began to live richly and happily.
1 Malenka- wooden tub, measure, pudovka ( Red.).
The Wise Maiden and the Seven Thieves // Folk Russian Tales by A. N. Afanasyev: In 3 volumes - M .: Nauka, 1984-1985. - (Lit. monuments).
T. 3. - 1985. - S. 46-50.
Alternative text:
- Russian folk tale
Russian folk tale The Wise Maiden and the Seven Thieves
Once upon a time there was a peasant, he had two sons: the younger one was on the road, the older one was at the house. The father began to die and left the whole inheritance to his son at the house, but gave nothing to the other: he thought that brother would not hurt brother. When his father died, his eldest son buried him and kept the entire inheritance.
Here comes another son and weeps bitterly that he did not find his father alive. The older one says to him:
My father left everything to me!
And he had no children, and the younger one had a son and an adopted daughter.
Here the eldest received the entire inheritance, became rich and began to trade in expensive goods; and the younger one was poor, chopping firewood in the forest and taking it to the market. Neighbors, pitying his poverty, gathered and gave him money so that he could trade at least a trifle. The poor man is afraid, he says to them:
No, good people, I will not take your money; I bargain unequally - how can I pay you a debt?
And two neighbors agreed to somehow contrive and give him money. This is how the poor man went for firewood, one of them overtook him by a roundabout way and said:
I went, brother, on a long journey; on the road, a debtor gave me three hundred rubles - I don’t know what to do with them! I do not want to turn home; take, perhaps, my money, keep it with you, or better yet, trade on it; I will not arrive soon; after you pay me a little.
The poor man took the money, brought it home, and is afraid that he might lose it, that his wife might find it and spend instead of her own. He thought and thought and hid it in a little box with ashes, and he himself left the yard.
Changers arrived without him - that's what they buy up ashes and exchange it for goods. Baba took and gave them this little one with ashes.
The husband returned home, sees that there is no baby, asks:
Where is the ash? The wife replies:
I sold it to the money changers.
Here he is frightened, yearning and grieving, but only everything is silent. The wife sees that he is sad; started on it:
What the hell happened to you? Why so sad?
He confessed that other people's money was hidden in the ashes; the woman got angry - and tears, and mosques, and bursts into tears:
Why didn't you believe me? I'd better hide yours!
Again the peasant went to get firewood, so that later he could sell it in the market and buy bread. Another neighbor overtakes him, says the same speeches to him and gives him five hundred rubles for safekeeping. The poor man does not take it, refuses, and he forcibly thrust the money into his hand and galloped along the road.
The money was paper; thought, thought: where to put them? I took it between the lining and hid it in a hat.
He came to the forest, hung his hat on a Christmas tree and began to chop wood. To his misfortune, a raven flew in and took away the hat with the money.
The peasant grieve, grieved, yes, apparently, so be it!
He lives as before, trades in firewood and small change, somehow survives. The neighbors see that enough time has passed, but the poor do not bargain; they ask him:
What are you, brother, bad trade? Are you afraid to spend our money? If so, better give our good back.
The poor man wept and told how his money had disappeared from him. The neighbors did not believe and went to ask for him in court.
“How to judge this case?” the judge thinks. “The peasant is a meek, poor man, there is nothing to take from him; if he is put in jail, he will die of hunger!”
The judge sits, puffed up, under the window, and took him a great deal of thought. While the boys were deliberately playing in the street. And one says - so lively:
I'll be a steward: I'll judge you guys, and you come to me with requests.
He sat down on a stone, and another boy came up to him, bowed and asked:
I've loaned money to this peasant, but he doesn't pay me; came to your mercy to ask for a court against him.
Did you borrow? - the steward asks the guilty one.
Took.
Why don't you pay?
Nothing, father!
Listen, petitioner! After all, he does not deny that he took money from you, and it is unbearable to pay him, so you postpone his debt for five or six years, maybe he will recover and will repay you with interest. Do you agree?
The boys both bowed to the steward:
Thanks, dad! Agree!
The judge heard all this, was delighted and said:
This boy gave me the mind! I will also tell my petitioners that they delay the poor.
According to him, the rich neighbors agreed to wait two or three years, maybe in the meantime the peasant will get better!
Here the poor man again went to the forest for firewood, chopped half a wagon - and it became dark. He stayed overnight in the forest:
"In the morning, de with a full cart, I turn back home." And he thinks: where should he spend the night? The place was deaf, there were many animals; lie down beside the horse - perhaps the animals will eat it. He went further into the thicket and climbed up a large spruce.
At night, robbers arrived at this very place - seven people - and they say:
Doors, doors, open! Immediately the doors to the dungeon opened; the robbers, let's carry their booty there, demolished everything and ordered:
Doors, doors, shut up!
The doors were closed, and the robbers went back to their prey. The peasant saw all this, and when it was quiet around him, he climbed down from the tree:
Come on, I'll try - won't these doors open for me too?
And he just said: "Doors, doors, open!" They opened at that very moment. He entered the dungeon; looks - there are heaps of gold, silver and all sorts of things. The poor man rejoiced, and at dawn he began to carry sacks of money; he threw down the firewood, loaded the wagon with silver and gold, and hurry home.
Meet his wife:
Oh you husband-husband! And I already disappeared from grief; everyone thought: where are you? Either the tree crushed, or the beast ate!
And the man is funny:
Don't freak out, wife! God gave happiness, I found a treasure; Help me carry bags.
Finished work, and he went to a rich brother; told everything as it happened, and calls to go with him for good luck. He agreed.
We arrived together in the forest, found a spruce, shouted:
Doors, doors, open!
The doors opened. They began to carry bags of money; the poor brother loaded the cart and became satisfied, but the rich one is not enough.
Well, you, brother, go, - says the rich man, - and I'll be behind you soon.
Okay! Don't forget to say: "Doors, doors, shut up!"
No, I won't forget.
The poor man has left, but the rich cannot part in any way: all of a sudden you can’t take everything away, but it’s a pity to leave! And then the night overtook him.
Robbers arrived, found him in the dungeon and cut off his head; they took off their sacks from the wagon, instead put the dead man down, whipped the horse and set him free. The horse rushed out of the forest and brought him home.
Here is the ataman of the robber and scolding the robber who killed the rich brother:
Why did you kill him early? Should I have asked in advance where he lives? After all, we have lost a lot of good: it is clear that he pulled it out! Where can we find it now?
Yesaul says:
Well, let him find out who killed him! Not long after that the murderer began to scout; Will their gold be found somewhere? Comes as is to the poor brother in the shop; I traded something else, noticed that the owner was boring, thought about it, and asked:
What is so despondent?
And he says:
I had an older brother, but trouble struck: someone killed him, the third day he brought a horse to the yard with a severed head, and today they buried him.
The robber sees that he got on the trail, and let's ask; pretended to be very sorry. He learned that after the murdered widow remained, and asks:
Does an orphan even have a corner of his own?
There is an important house!
And where? Point me.
The peasant went and showed him his brother's house; the robber took a piece of red paint and put a note on the gate.
What is this for? - the man asks him. And he answers:
I suppose I want to help the orphan, but to make it easier to find a house, I made a note on purpose.
Hey brother! My daughter-in-law doesn't need anything; Thank God she's got enough.
Well, where do you live?
And here is my hut.
The robber put the same note on his gate.
What is this for?
You, - he says, - I really liked; I will visit you for the night; believe me, brother, for your own good!
The robber returned to his gang, told everything in order, and they agreed to go at night - to rob and kill everyone in both houses and return their gold.
And the poor man came to the court and said:
Now the good fellow confessed to me, stained my gates - I will, he says, always stop by to stay with you. So kind! And how he regretted his brother, how he wanted to help his daughter-in-law!
The wife and son listen, and the adopted daughter says to him:
Father, are you wrong? Will it be okay? Were it not the robbers who killed my uncle, and now they missed their goods and are looking for us? Perhaps they will run over, plunder, and you will not escape death!
The man was frightened;
What to surprise? Because I had never seen him before. Here's the trouble! What are we going to do?
And the daughter says:
Come on, father, take paints all over the neighborhood and stain the gates with the same marks.
The peasant went and stained the gates all over the neighborhood. The robbers arrived and could not find anything; they went back and pinned the scout: why did he blurt out something wrong? Finally, they reasoned: "It is clear that we attacked the cunning one!" - and after a while they prepared seven barrels; they put the robber in six barrels, and poured oil into the seventh.
The former scout with these barrels went straight to the poor brother, arrived in the evening and asked to spend the night. He let him in as a friend.
The daughter went out into the yard, began to inspect the barrels, opened one - there was oil in it, tried to open the other - no, she could not; she leaned her ear and listened, and in the barrel someone moved and breathed. "Hey," he thinks, "this is a bad trick!"
She came to the hut and said:
Father! What will we treat the guest to? Seven, I'll go and heat the stove in the back hut and make something for supper.
Well then, go!
The daughter left, lit the stove, and between the cooking all the water warms, carries boiling water and pours into barrels; brewed all the robbers. The father and the guest had supper; and the daughter sits in the back hut and watches: something will happen? That's when the hosts fell asleep, the guest went out into the yard, whistled - no one responds; approaches the barrels, calls to his comrades - there is no answer; opens the barrels - steam comes out from there. The robber guessed, harnessed the horses and got out of the yard with the barrels.
The daughter locked the gate, went to wake her family, and told everything that had happened. Father and says:
Well, daughter, you saved our lives, be the lawful wife of my son.
They played a merry feast and a wedding.
The young woman keeps saying to her father that she should sell her old house and buy another: she was very afraid of robbers! Not even an hour - again welcome.
And so it happened. After some time, the same robber who came with barrels, equipped himself with an officer, came to the peasant and asked to spend the night; they let him in. No one knows, only the young one recognized and says:
Father! After all, this is the old robber!
No, daughter, not that one!
She fell silent; but as soon as she began to go to bed, she brought a sharp ax and put it beside her; all night she did not close her eyes, she kept watch.
At night, the officer got up, took his saber and wanted to cut off her husband's head: she did not shy away, waved her ax - and cut off his right hand, waved again - and took off her head.
Here the father was convinced that his daughter was truly wise; obeyed, sold the house and bought himself a hotel. He switched to housewarming, began to live, grow rich, bargain.
Neighbors come to visit him - the very ones who gave him money and then asked him in court.
Ba! How are you here?
This is my house, I recently bought it.
Important house! Apparently you have money. Why aren't you paying your debt?
The owner bows and says:
God bless! The Lord gave me, I found a treasure and I am ready to pay you at least three times.
OK, bro! Let's celebrate housewarming now.
Welcome!
Here we walked, celebrated; and the garden near the house is much nicer!
Can I see the garden?
Excuse me, honest gentlemen! I myself will go with you. They walked and walked around the garden and found a little ash in the far corner. The owner, as he saw it, gasped:
Honest gentlemen! After all, this is the same little one that my wife sold.
Well, isn't there money in the ashes? Shake it out, and here they are. Then the neighbors believed that the man was telling them the truth.
We will, - they say, - examine the trees; after all, the raven took away the hat - it’s true, he made a nest in it.
They walked, walked, saw a nest, dragged it off with hooks - how is that very hat! They threw out the nest and found the money. The owner paid them his debt and began to live richly and happily.
Once a man was driving home from the market. And the road lay through a dense, impenetrable forest. No living soul to be seen anywhere.
Caught him at night on the road. It's dark - even gouge out your eyes. I can not see anything! He decided to stop and spend the night. He made a fire, confused the horse and let it graze. And he himself sat down near the fire, frying lard on a twig and eating. He ate, lay down and immediately fell asleep - he was very tired on the way.
And in the morning he woke up, looked - and did not believe his eyes: water was all around, the waves were whipping, they were about to overwhelm ... The man was frightened, he did not know what to do.
“I’m lost,” he thinks, “I can’t get out of here! ..
And the water keeps coming and coming, the waves are rising higher and higher ... Suddenly a man sees - in the distance a man in a canoe is floating. He rejoiced:
"Well, apparently, it's not my destiny to die here!" He began to call the swimmer with all his might:
Hey good man! Swim over here! Save me, I'm drowning! ..
The swimmer turned his shuttle in his direction and swam towards him. He swam not very close and stopped.
Save me brother! the man asks him. - Take what you want, just save! ..
Well, - says the swimmer, - I'll save you, but not for nothing: give me what you have in the house and what you don't know about.
I thought, the man thought:
“What is it that I have in my house and what I don’t know about? .. It seems that there is nothing of the kind. Eh, what will be, will be, but there is no time to bargain, we must agree!”
Well, - he says, - I'll give you what I have in the house and what I myself don't know about, just save me!
You never know what you are saying now, and then you will refuse your words again!
So what should I do, dear brother?
Tear off a piece of birch bark from that birch tree, cut your little finger and write this promise on the birch bark with your blood. So it will be stronger, more reliable.
The man did just that. He wrote a note on birch bark with his blood and threw it into the boat.
The swimmer grabbed a piece of birch bark and laughed wildly.
And at the same moment all the water disappeared, as if it had never existed, and the swimmer disappeared. Then the man guessed that it was none other than the devil himself. Nothing to do, he caught his horse, harnessed and rode home.
Dear, it was so hard for him, it became so sad - at least die. The heart portends trouble ...
The man drives the horse as best he can, hurries home.
He arrived and quickly entered the house. And it’s fun in the hut, there are a lot of guests, only the wife is not visible at the table.
Great! - says the man. - What's new here?
Hey, we have good news! Your wife gave birth to a son, so good, so strong! Come take a look!
When the peasant heard this, his eyes clouded, his head began to spin. All his life he was childless, now a son was born, and he gave him to the devil to the unclean!
The guests look at the host, they cannot understand what is happening to him.
It is true, - they say, - it was he who lost his mind from joy!
And the boy really was born so handsome and healthy! It grew like yeast dough.
They named him Yuri.
They sent Yuri to study: he overtook everyone in science - he was so smart and understanding, capable of anything. People are happy looking at him, they envy their parents. One of his father is getting gloomier and sadder.
Yuri guessed that something was wrong here, for a reason; once he came to his father:
Tell me, aunt, or are you dissatisfied with me that you always look at me so sadly? Or do you not love me? Or did I do something bad that I don't even know about?
The father sighs and looks plaintively at his son:
No, son, I love you more than anyone else, and you did nothing wrong, only ... I promised to give you to the unclean, when you were not yet born.
And told him how it was.
If so, aunt, then be healthy! - said the son. - I have to go. We don't know if we'll see you soon. Either I will lay down my head, or I will release you from your promise!
Yuri began to get ready for the road. He took a loaf of bread, a piece of lard, and quietly left the house at night, so as not to disturb his parents with parting.
Got out and hit the road.
He walked through the forests, walked through the forests, walked through the swamps and went out to some kind of hut. He entered the hut. And in that hut sits a grandmother, old, old.
Hello grandma! - says Yuri.
Hello child! Where are you going? Yuri told her where he was going. Grandma listened and said:
It's good, baby, that you came to me! Go on, bring me water and chop wood: I'll bake pancakes. When I bake and feed you, I'll tell you where to go. And you yourself will not find the way soon.
Yuri brought water, chopped firewood, and the grandmother baked pancakes, fed him to his heart's content and told him where to go.
And if you come to the unclean, first find a girl - his worker. She will help you a lot.
Yuri said goodbye to his grandmother and went again. He walked through dark forests, walked through dense forests, made his way through marshy swamps.
How long, how short, he walked - he came to the court. The yard was built on the mountains, large and strong, surrounded by a high fence. Yuri knocked on the gate.
The owner, - says, - I want to see! The pan-owner came out in expensive outfits. The gold glitters on it.
And that was the unclean one.
What do you want? he asks Yuri.
Yes, - Yuri answers, - I'm looking for my pan. My father promised to give me to him when I was not yet born.
I am your pan! - says unclean. - I already wanted to send messengers for you, because the time has come - you have become an adult. And you, I see, yourself appeared. So it is necessary! For this I praise you!
And tell me, sir, do you have a note from my dad?
There is a record, there is! Written in blood on birch bark. If you will faithfully serve me, I will give you this record and release it into the wild - go wherever you want. If you don't please me, I'll skin you alive! Well, answer me now: did you go through the forests?
Did you go to the forests?
Did you go through the swamps?
And walked through the swamps.
Did you come to my yard?
Came.
Well, so here's your job: so that during this night in my forest you cut down and clean all the trees, and in that place you plow the land, harrow it and sow wheat. And so that your wheat rises, ripens. So that you squeeze it, thresh it, grind the grain, and bake pies out of that flour and bring them to me early tomorrow morning. Do everything - you will go free. The work is easy!
He said and laughed badly.
Yuri came out from his pan, lowered his head, did not know what to do. He walks around the yard and thinks:
"Well, I set a task! .. I learned everything, but I don’t know how to do such a thing. I completely disappeared! .."
Yuri began to wander around the yard - to look for the master's girl-worker. Wandered, wandered and wandered to the very end of the yard. He sees - there is a small hut. A girl looked out of the hut. Yuri asks her:
Don't you live as a worker for this pan?
Yes, well done. Why are you so sad? What are you grieving about?
How can I not grieve, - Yuri answers, - if the lord asked me such work for the night; which I can't do in a year!
What job did he give you?
He ordered me that in one night I cut down and removed all the trees in his forest, and in that place I plowed the land, harrowed it, sowed wheat so that it would sprout, ripen, so that I squeezed it, threshed it, ground it, and from that I baked the flour of the pies and brought it to him early in the morning tomorrow.
The girl liked Yuri. She took pity on him and thought:
"They'll ruin the guy for nothing!"
Don't worry, she says. -Lie down and sleep peacefully, rest after a long journey. I will help you. Without me, you can't take your head off your shoulders. So many people have died here...
And tell me, - says Yuri to the girl, - do you live with the pan of your own free will?
Where is it in my own way! .. Until then, I will languish here until someone loves me and takes me away from here.
I'll take you away! - says Yuri.
They began to talk about everything, talked for a long time ...
Well, now it's time for you to sleep! - said the girl.
Yuri lay down and immediately fell asleep soundly, he was very tired while he made his way through the forests and through the swamps.
And the girl went out on the porch at midnight, clapped her hands three times, and various monsters flocked to her.
Hello scary monsters!
Why did she demand us: for roll call or for work?
Why should I call you? I want work from you. Cut down all the trees in the pansky forest, remove them, and plow the land, harrow and sow wheat. And for that wheat to sprout, ripen in one night. And you will burn it, thresh it, dare it, bake pies out of that flour and bring it to me tomorrow morning!
Monsters rushed, and work began: who cuts down the forest, who drags the trees to the side, who plows, who harrows, who sows! The monsters rushed to the wheat. He reaps, he threshes, he grinds, he bakes pies.
The sun has not risen yet, but everything is ready.
Take it, young mistress! The girl took the pies and said:
Well, go now everyone to your places! The monsters immediately disappeared from view. And the girl went to Yuri, began to wake him up.
Well, - he says, - well done, they don’t sleep in the wrong side! On the other side, you have to get up early! Yuri woke up, jumped up, and his first thought:
"Are there pies?"
And the pies are on the table, and so ruddy, lush!
Take the pies, bring the pan! - says the girl.
She put the pies on a dish, covered them with a towel and sent Yuri to the pan.
The pan came out of the chambers.
Yuri bowed to him:
Hello sir!
Hello, well done! Did you follow my order?
Done, sir! As ordered, so everything is done.
Show me!
Feel free to look!
The pan looked at the pies, sniffed, - as he should! He these pies - hap-hap! - I ate it right away.
Well, he says, well done, Yuri! As you can see, you are not a bad worker! Served one service. If you serve two more, I'll let you go to your father. Go, rest for three days, and on the fourth day come for a new order.
Yuriy heard this and became sad:
"So that you burst, evil spirits! Probably, he will come up with a job harder than before. What is there to do? All hope is for the girl."
He comes from the pan gloomy, downcast. A girl saw him and asked:
What are you, Yuri, so unhappy?
How can I be cheerful when the pan wants me new job to give!
And don't worry: the first job is done - and the second one will be done! When the time comes, boldly go to the pan for an order.
As the time came, Yuri went to the pan.
Pan-unclean met him, greeted him:
Nice, well done!
Hello, sir!
Do you see my yard?
Do you see that mountain over there?
Here on that mountain you build a stone palace in one night, so that it will be better than mine! And that there were as many rooms in that palace as there are days in a year; so that the ceiling is like a clear sky, so that the red sun and the bright moon walk on it and the stars sparkle clear; so that that palace was covered with poppies and that three golden carnations were driven into each poppy seed. And so that a river flows around that palace and there is a bridge across that river - a golden plate, a silver plate, a golden plate, a silver plate ... Yes, so that a rainbow spreads over the bridge, and its ends rest against the water. In a word, so as not to be ashamed to show people! If you build such a palace - I'll let you go to your father, if you don't build it - I'll tear off the skin from a living! It’s my custom: if mercy is mercy, if anger is anger. Now go!
Yuri came to the girl and told what kind of work the pan had given him.
Don't worry, everything will be done. It will be ready by the deadline! - says the girl. - And now go to the mountain. Walk and look, as if looking for a place where you are going to build a palace.
Yuri did just that: he walked around near the mountain, looked around, looked around, and in the evening he came to the hut and went to bed.
At midnight, the girl went out onto the porch and clapped her hands. Various monsters flocked here to her.
Hello young lady!
Hello scary monsters! - Why are you demanding us: for roll call or for work?
What should I call you to do! I demand you to work: it is necessary to build a stone palace on that mountain this night. So that there are as many rooms in that palace as there are days in a year; so that the ceiling is like a clear sky and that the red sun and the bright moon walk on it and the stars sparkle clear; so that that palace was covered with poppies and that three golden carnations were driven into each poppy seed. And so that a river flows around that palace and there is a bridge across the river - a golden plate, a silver plate, a golden plate, a silver plate ... Yes, so that a rainbow spreads over the bridge - its ends rest against the water!
She just said - monsters rushed: who carries the stones, who lays the walls, who covers the roof, who drives in carnations!
In the morning they came to the girl.
Are you ready?
Everything is ready, young mistress! Only on that corner over there they did not manage to nail one grain with three carnations, they nailed it with two.
Well, it's not a problem. Now go back where you came from!
The monsters disappeared as if they never existed. A girl came to the hut, began to wake Yuri:
Get up, go to the pan! Everything is ready!
Yuri came out, looked at the palace and was amazed: the palace is standing - as high as the sky itself, a rainbow is playing over the palace, the bridge is burning with fire. He entered the palace, looked at the ceiling - almost went blind: so the red sun shines, so the bright moon shines, so clear stars sparkle! ..
Yuri is standing on the bridge, waiting for the pan.
And then soon the unclean one himself appeared. Looks, loves.
Well done, Yuri! he says. - Good job unless it's yours! Needless to say, tried! You will now have one more job - the last one. If you do, you will return to your father. If you don't do it, you'll lose your head. And this is what this job is. I have a good horse - he has no price, but he is unbroken. Drive around it!
Well, - Yuri answers, - I'll go around tomorrow!
And he thinks:
"Well, what kind of work is this! Yes, I will ride any horse!"
Came and told the girl.
This is the job for me!
No, - the girl answers, - do not boast in advance! This work is the most difficult. Do you think it will be a real horse? No, it will be unclean itself! He does not believe that you cut down the forest, sowed wheat, baked pies and built a palace - he wants to test you. Don't worry, I'll help you here too!
In the morning, the girl says to Yuri:
Well, it's time! Go around the horse. Take this willow twig. If the horse becomes stubborn and wants to throw you off, you hit him between the ears with this twig - he will immediately calm down, become submissive!
Yuri took a willow twig and went to the palace:
Where is sir?
No sir, the servants answer. - He ordered you to go to the stall, take the horse out and go around.
Yuri entered the stall. There is a horse standing there - a golden hair, a silver hair, his eyes are bloodshot, flames burst from his nostrils, smoke pours out of his ears - and it is impossible to approach. Yuri waved a willow twig - and the heat became uneasy for him. He approached the horse - the horse rears up, jumps up to the ceiling, does not allow him to sit on himself. And as he whinnied, the stall shook all over, it began to tremble. Yuri hit him between the ears - the horse fell to his knees. Here Yuri quickly jumped on his back! .. The horse reared up - he almost threw off the rider! Yes, Yuri is not a mistake: let's whip him between the ears with a twig! The horse rages under him, and he knows how to whip him. And the horse carried him - he flies, touches the ground a little, he wants to throw Yuri off in order to crush him with his hooves ... And Yuri whips him, does not give him a descent! ..
The horse galloped and galloped, flew and flew over the mountains, and through the swamps, and through the forests, but in the end he got so tired that he stopped both jumping and flying - he turned back home. He walked with a quiet step. So they returned to the yard.
Yuri put the horse in a stall, and he himself began to wander around the yard. The lord's servants turn away from him, they are afraid: suddenly the lord will see - he will think that they are friends with Yuri. Yuri came to the hut to the girl, told her how and what happened.
Well, apparently, you gave a good thrashing to the pan, if you yourself returned intact! Eat, rest - you, you see, are very tired.
The next day, a servant comes to Yuri from the pan, calling to the pan in the palace. Yuri went. Meets his pan with a tied forehead.
Well, - he says, - now I don't know you, and you don't know me! Take your father's note and leave tomorrow morning!
Yuri took the record and went to the hut, he rejoices. Told the girl everything. She says:
It's too early for you to rejoice! Not such a sir to let you out alive. We can't wait until morning. As midnight comes, so now we must go on the road. We must run in your direction, otherwise the pan will destroy us both!
At midnight they got ready to go. The girl ordered Yuri to spit in every corner of the hut. They closed the door tightly, and left. As morning came, the pan sent his servant to Yuri: he orders him to appear. The servant knocks on the window.
Get up, - shouts, - has the day come already?
I'll get up now! - respond saliva.
By noon the sun was already rising. The servant came again.
Get up, - he calls, - after all, it will soon be noon!
I'm getting dressed! - respond saliva.
It's already time for lunch. The servant calls again.
I wash my face! - respond saliva. Angry pan, again sends for Yuri. Servants came, they called, but the saliva dried up - no one responds. They broke down the doors - there was no one in the hut. As the pan was told about this, he became angry, angry, raged, and began to beat his head against the wall. And the mistress shouts:
So he himself left, and took our maid away! Send messengers in pursuit! Either the living or the dead, let them bring them! Let him be executed, but I need a servant - such a worker, such a skilled worker is nowhere to be found!
Messengers set off after them, galloping - like a horse can gallop.
And Yuri and the girl run as much as they can.
The girl says to Yuri:
Yuri listened and says:
The oak forest is making a lot of noise, the road is groaning a lot!
This pan-unclean sent a chase after us! Soon they will overtake us. Let's run faster! And when they catch up, I will turn into a flock of sheep, and I will make you a shepherd. The Lord's servants will begin to ask you if you saw how a guy and a girl passed here, and you say: "I saw it when I was young, when I was hired as a shepherd, and when I was tending two lambs, and now I'm already an old man and from those two lambs me a whole herd."
And the girl turned into a flock of sheep, and Yuri became an old shepherd. Here soon the messengers appeared.
Hey, they shout, old man! Didn't you see how a guy and a girl passed here?
How not to see, I saw!
And when I was still young, but just hired as a shepherd, and when I grazed two lambs. And now I'm already an old man and from those two lambs I have a whole herd.
Eh! .. Where can we catch up with them! the racers say. - There are sheep, maybe a thousand. How many years have passed when they passed here!
The messengers galloped back to the pan. And Yuri and the girl took on their former appearance and ran further.
The messengers returned and said to the pan:
We didn't see anyone. Maybe we lost the trail, maybe we chased along the wrong road, we only met a shepherd and a flock of sheep. That shepherd told us that from an early age he had been grazing a herd in those places, but he had not seen a guy with a girl.
Oh you fools! Pani screamed. - After all, that's what they were! It was necessary to kill the old man, and drive the sheep here! After all, she is my maid! It was she who turned into sheep, and made the guy a shepherd!
Download again, catch up! shouts pan. - Chop him with axes, and drive the sheep to me!
The messengers rushed back in pursuit. Meanwhile, Yuri and the girl had already run far away. They run, they run ... The girl says to Yuri:
Lie with your ear to the ground and listen - is the oak forest noisy, is the road groaning, is there a chase after us?
Yuri listened and said:
The oak forest is making a lot of noise, the road is groaning a lot! Pan's servants are chasing us!
Then the girl waved her handkerchief - she herself turned into a garden, and Yuri became an old gardener.
Messengers drive up and ask:
Didn't you see, grandfather, how two people ran here - a guy and a young girl?
No, I didn’t see anyone, even though I’ve been guarding this garden for a long time, the gardener replies.
Didn't the shepherd drive the sheep here? - I didn't see the shepherd.
So the messengers turned back with nothing. And Yuri and the girl ran on.
The messengers arrived and told the sir and the sir how and what:
We did not catch up with anyone: as if they both melted! We only met the gardener in the garden, so he told us that no one ran along that road and the shepherd did not drive the sheep. We returned. Well, to catch the wind in the field? ..
Fool you! Pan and Pani shouted at them. - It was necessary to cut down both the garden and the gardener! After all, it was Yuri and our maid! Bad hope for you! We must chase ourselves!
And the pans rushed in pursuit, and the panis flew along with the messengers - the dust rises in a cloud, the earth trembles, there is a rumble all around.
Yuriy and the girl heard this noise and rumble - they started running faster. They guessed that pan and pani, together with the messengers, were chasing them. And the noise is getting louder and louder.
Well, - says the girl, - although not far from your house, we just won't have time to run... We must save you. I will spill like a river, and you will be on the other side.
And now - whoop! - spread like a wide river. And Yuri found himself on the other side.
Here soon pan and pani with their servants jumped up. The pani looked at the river and shouted:
Slash her with axes! Slash with axes! Servants rushed to the river, began to whip it with axes.
The river groaned, blood flowed.
And Yuri is standing on the other side, he can’t help in any way, he doesn’t know what to do.
Shut up, you wretch! - Pan and pani shout to the river. - And you, man's son, beware: we'll get to you!
They shouted, threatened, but could not do anything. So they returned home with nothing. Yuri hears - the river groans:
Oh, it's hard for me ... I still have to lie down for a long time - the wounds hurt. I won't see you for a long time ... Go, Yuri, home, to your father, to your mother, just don't forget me! Look, don't kiss anyone. Kiss - forget me. Come here often - visit me!
Yuri went home, sad, sad. I thought about returning with my young wife, but this is how it happened ...
He came home. As soon as they saw him, his father and mother almost died of joy. They were only very surprised that Yuri did not want to kiss anyone. I never even kissed them. And Yuri began to live at home, to please his parents. And when evening comes, he will go to the river, talk to her and return home. He can't wait for the girl's wounds to heal.
So much time has passed. The water in the river brightened - the girl's wounds began to heal, close.
And it was necessary for trouble to happen: once Yuri fell asleep, and at that time the old grandfather came and kissed him, sleepy. Yuri woke up and forgot the girl - as if he had never seen her.
A little more time passed, the father says to Yuri:
Why are you still single? You need to get married. We've got a good bride for you.
Yuri liked this bride. They began to celebrate the wedding. The wedding was cheerful, noisy. Something is not comfortable for Yuri alone - it’s hard, anxious, his heart aches, he doesn’t know why.
And in the kitchen of the loaf woman, a wedding loaf is being prepared: the dough is kneaded, all kinds of decorations are molded. Suddenly a strange girl came in and said:
Allow me, loaf girls, to make you a drake and a duck on a loaf and bring that loaf to the young!
Caravans were allowed. The girl fashioned a drake and a duck from dough. She put a drake on a loaf, and holds a duck in her hands. After that, she entered the upper room, put the loaf in front of the young, she herself taps the drake on the head with a duck's beak and says:
You forgot, drake, how I rescued you from captivity! - Yes, his head knock. I forgot how I saved you from death! - Yes, again in the head of his knock. - I forgot how I took wounds for you! - Yes, even in the head of his knock.
Then Yuri seemed to wake up - he remembered what had happened to him, he recognized his girlfriend. He jumped up from his seat, rushed to her, began to press to her heart:
Here, parents, my wife is dear! She saved me from certain death! She rescued me from bondage! I love her one! And I don't want to know the others!
And he placed her next to him. They celebrated a merry wedding here, and Yuri began to live with his young wife.
And they lived long, lived happily! That's
Once upon a time there was a peasant, he had two sons: the younger one was on the road, the older one was at the house. The father began to die and left the whole inheritance to his son at the house, but gave nothing to the other: he thought that brother would not hurt brother. When his father died, his eldest son buried him and kept the entire inheritance.
Here comes another son and weeps bitterly that he did not find his father alive. The older one says to him:
“Father left me everything alone!”
And he had no children, and the younger one had a son and an adopted daughter.
Here the eldest received the entire inheritance, became rich and began to trade in expensive goods; and the younger one was poor, chopping firewood in the forest and taking it to the market. Neighbors, pitying his poverty, gathered and gave him money so that he could trade at least a trifle. The poor man is afraid, he says to them:
— No, good people, I will not take your money; I bargain unequally - how can I pay you a debt?
And two neighbors agreed to somehow contrive and give him money. This is how the poor man went for firewood, one of them overtook him by a roundabout way and said:
- I went, brother, on a long journey; on the road, a debtor gave me three hundred rubles - I don’t know what to do with them! I do not want to turn home; take, perhaps, my money, keep it with you, or better yet, trade on it; I will not arrive soon; after you pay me a little.
The poor man took the money, brought it home, and is afraid that he might lose it, that his wife might find it and spend instead of her own. He thought and thought and hid it in a little box with ashes, and he himself left the yard.
Changers arrived without him - that's what they buy up ashes and exchange it for goods. Baba took and gave them this little one with ashes.
The husband returned home, sees that there is no baby, asks:
- Where is the ashes? The wife replies:
“I sold it to the money changers.
Here he is frightened, yearning and grieving, but only everything is silent. The wife sees that he is sad; started on it:
"What the hell happened to you?" Why so sad?
He confessed that other people's money was hidden in the ashes; the woman got angry - and tears, and mosques, and bursts into tears:
Why didn't you believe me? I'd better hide yours!
Again the peasant went to get firewood, so that later he could sell it in the market and buy bread. Another neighbor overtakes him, says the same speeches to him and gives him five hundred rubles for safekeeping. The poor man does not take it, refuses, and he forcibly thrust the money into his hand and galloped along the road.
The money was paper; thought, thought: where to put them? I took it between the lining and hid it in a hat.
He came to the forest, hung his hat on a Christmas tree and began to chop wood. To his misfortune, a raven flew in and took away the hat with the money.
The peasant grieve, grieved, yes, apparently, so be it!
He lives as before, trades in firewood and small change, somehow survives. The neighbors see that enough time has passed, but the poor do not bargain; they ask him:
- What are you, brother, bad trade? Are you afraid to spend our money? If so, better give our good back.
The poor man wept and told how his money had disappeared from him. The neighbors did not believe and went to ask for him in court.
“How to judge this matter? the judge thinks. - A peasant is a meek, poor man, there is nothing to take from him; if you put him in jail, he will die of hunger!”
The judge sits, puffed up, under the window, and took him a great deal of thought. While the boys were deliberately playing in the street. And one says - so lively:
- I'll be a steward: I'll judge you guys, and you come to me with requests.
He sat down on a stone, and another boy came up to him, bowed and asked:
“I’ve loaned money to this peasant, but he doesn’t pay me; came to your mercy to ask for a court against him.
Did you borrow? the steward asks the guilty one.
Why don't you pay?
- Nothing, father!
— Listen, petitioner! After all, he does not deny that he took money from you, and it is unbearable to pay him, so you postpone his debt for five or six years, maybe he will recover and will repay you with interest. Do you agree?
The boys both bowed to the steward:
- Thank you, father! Agree!
The judge heard all this, was delighted and said:
This boy gave me a mind! I will also tell my petitioners that they delay the poor.
According to him, the rich neighbors agreed to wait two or three years, maybe in the meantime the peasant will get better!
Here the poor man again went to the forest for firewood, chopped half a wagon - and it became dark. He stayed overnight in the forest:
“In the morning, with a full cart, I turn back home.” And he thinks: where should he spend the night? The place was deaf, there were many animals; lie down next to the horse - perhaps the animals will eat it. He went further into the thicket and climbed up a large spruce.
At night, robbers arrived at this very place - seven people - and they say:
Doors, doors, open! Immediately the doors to the dungeon opened; the robbers, let's carry their booty there, demolished everything and ordered:
"Doors, doors, shut up!"
The doors were closed, and the robbers went back to their prey. The peasant saw all this, and when it was quiet around him, he climbed down from the tree:
“Come on, I’ll try – won’t these doors open for me too?”
And he just said: “Doors, doors, open!” They opened at that very moment. He entered the dungeon; looks - there are heaps of gold, silver and all sorts of things. The poor man rejoiced, and at dawn he began to carry sacks of money; he threw down the firewood, loaded the wagon with silver and gold, and hurry home.
Meet his wife:
- Oh, you husband-husband! And I already disappeared from grief; everyone thought: where are you? Either the tree crushed, or the beast ate!
And the man is funny:
"Don't freak out, wife! God gave happiness, I found a treasure; Help me carry bags.
Finished work, and he went to a rich brother; told everything as it happened, and calls to go with him for good luck. He agreed.
We arrived together in the forest, found a spruce, shouted:
Doors, doors, open!
The doors opened. They began to carry bags of money; the poor brother loaded the cart and became contented, but the rich brother is not satisfied.
- Well, you, brother, go, - says the rich man, - and I'll be behind you soon.
- Okay! Don't forget to say: "Doors, doors, shut up!"
- No, I won't forget.
The poor man has left, but the rich cannot part in any way: all of a sudden you can’t take everything away, but it’s a pity to leave! And then the night overtook him.
Robbers arrived, found him in the dungeon and cut off his head; they took off their sacks from the wagon, instead put the dead man down, whipped the horse and set him free. The horse rushed out of the forest and brought him home.
Here is the ataman of the robber and scolding the robber who killed the rich brother:
Why did you kill him early? Should I have asked in advance where he lives? After all, we have lost a lot of good: it is clear that he pulled it out! Where can we find it now?
Yesaul says:
- Well, let him find out who killed him! Not long after that the murderer began to scout; Will their gold be found somewhere? Comes as is to the poor brother in the shop; I traded something else, noticed that the owner was boring, thought about it, and asked:
- What are you so upset about?
And he says:
- I had an older brother, but trouble struck: someone killed him, the third day he brought a horse to the yard with a severed head, and today they buried him.
The robber sees that he got on the trail, and let's ask; pretended to be very sorry. He learned that after the murdered widow remained, and asks:
“Does an orphan even have a corner of his own?”
- Yes - an important house!
- And where? Point me.
The peasant went and showed him his brother's house; the robber took a piece of red paint and put a note on the gate.
- What is this for? the man asks him. And he answers:
- I think I want to help the orphan, but to make it easier to find a house, I made a note on purpose.
— Hey, brother! My daughter-in-law doesn't need anything; Thank God she's got enough.
- Well, where do you live?
- And here is my hut.
The robber put the same note on his gate.
- And what is this for?
“You,” he says, “I really liked; I will visit you for the night; believe me, brother, for your own good!
The robber returned to his gang, told everything in order, and they agreed to go at night - to rob and kill everyone in both houses and return their gold.
And the poor man came to the court and said:
- Now the good fellow confessed to me, he stained my gate - I will, he says, always stop by to stay with you. So kind! And how he regretted his brother, how he wanted to help his daughter-in-law!
The wife and son listen, and the adopted daughter says to him:
- Father, are you wrong? Will it be okay? Were it not the robbers who killed my uncle, and now they missed their goods and are looking for us? Perhaps they will run over, plunder, and you will not escape death!
The man was frightened;
- And what to surprise? Because I had never seen him before. Here's the trouble! What are we going to do?
And the daughter says:
- Come on, father, take paints and all over the neighborhood and stain the gates with the same marks.
The peasant went and stained the gates all over the neighborhood. The robbers arrived and could not find anything; they went back and pinned the scout: why did he blurt out something wrong? Finally, they reasoned: “It seems that we attacked the cunning one!” - and after a while they prepared seven barrels; they put the robber in six barrels, and poured oil into the seventh.
The former scout with these barrels went straight to the poor brother, arrived in the evening and asked to spend the night. He let him in as a friend.
The daughter went out into the yard, began to inspect the barrels, opened one - there was oil in it, tried to open the other - no, she could not; she leaned her ear and listened, and in the barrel someone moved and breathed. “Hey,” he thinks, “this is not a good trick!”
She came to the hut and said:
- Father! What will we treat the guest to? Seven, I'll go and heat the stove in the back hut and make something for supper.
- Well, go ahead!
The daughter left, lit the stove, and between the cooking all the water warms, carries boiling water and pours into barrels; brewed all the robbers. The father and the guest had supper; and the daughter sits in the back hut and watches: something will happen? That's when the hosts fell asleep, the guest went out into the yard, whistled - no one responds; goes up to the barrels, calls to his comrades - there is no answer; opens the barrels - steam comes out from there. The robber guessed, harnessed the horses and got out of the yard with the barrels.
The daughter locked the gate, went to wake her family, and told everything that had happened. Father and says:
- Well, daughter, you saved our lives, be the lawful wife of my son.
They played a merry feast and a wedding.
The young woman keeps saying to her father that she should sell her old house and buy another: she was very afraid of robbers! The hour is not even - they will come again.
And so it happened. After some time, the same robber who came with barrels, equipped himself with an officer, came to the peasant and asked to spend the night; they let him in. No one knows, only the young one recognized and says:
- Father! After all, this is the old robber!
- No, daughter, not that one!
She fell silent; but as soon as she began to go to bed, she brought a sharp ax and put it beside her; all night she did not close her eyes, she kept watch.
At night, the officer got up, took his saber and wanted to cut off her husband's head: she did not shy away, waved her ax - and cut off his right hand, waved again - and cut off her head.
Here the father was convinced that his daughter was truly wise; obeyed, sold the house and bought himself a hotel. He switched to housewarming, began to live, grow rich, bargain.
Neighbors come to visit him - the very ones who gave him money and then asked him in court.
— Ba! How are you here?
This is my house, I recently bought it.
- An important house! Apparently you have money. Why aren't you paying your debt?
The owner bows and says:
- God bless! The Lord gave me, I found a treasure and I am ready to pay you at least three times.
- OK, bro! Let's celebrate housewarming now.
- Welcome!
Here we walked, celebrated; and the garden near the house is much nicer!
— Can I see the garden?
— Excuse me, honest gentlemen! I myself will go with you. They walked and walked around the garden and found a little ash in the far corner. The owner, as he saw it, gasped:
- Honest gentlemen! After all, this is the same little one that my wife sold.
“Well, isn’t there money in the ashes?” Shake it out, and here they are. Then the neighbors believed that the man was telling them the truth.
- Let's, - they say, - examine the trees; after all, the raven took away the hat - it’s true, he made a nest in it.
They walked and walked, saw a nest, dragged it off with hooks - how is that very hat! They threw out the nest and found the money. The owner paid them his debt and began to live richly and happily.
