changed. Handed handed stepdaughter:
– why don't you play?
Only she flute to lips like playing, sings doodle:
– play, play, sister.
Play, play, lihodejka,
Play, play, here!
You killed me,
Drowned in the moors,
For the red berries
Yes for matuškino dowry
You ruined my life!
He went after his father. A girl with a lihodejku and a mother, a wicked woman, tied up, held guard.
And the father with the understood and the old man went to the swamp. Look, look and soon got the girl out. Quiet her, obrâdili. She opened her eyes.
– Oh, how long did I sleep? Don't take it, dear father, not baba-Lihodejki, nor daughter-villain. It won't be for you or me.
The Father forgave the wicked woman and the step-Villain, chased them out of court:
– go where you came from!
Magic Ring
In Some Kingdom, in some state, there was an old man with a staruhoû, and they had a son Marty. I've spent my whole life doing my old man., beating the beast and the bird, and the the and the family. It's time that old man got sick and died. With the mother of the potužili-cried, there's nothing to do. Stay a week and prieli all the bread he had. The old woman sees that there's nothing more to eat. The old man left them rubles. I didn't want to hurt her, but I don't want to die.
Counted Rubles and says to his son:
– well, Marty, here's a hundred celkovnikov; go ask the neighbors a horse, go to the city and get some bread; you'll have a winter, and we'll be looking for the spring.
Marty rode the cart with a horse and drove into town. He's walking past the meat shops the noise, the swearing, the crowd. What is it?
' cause the butchers captured the dog, tied to a pole and beat her with sticks; the dog breaks, screams, back… Marty runs up to those butchers and asks:
Brothers! Why are you beating a poor dog like that?
– I don't want to hurt him. – He's a butcher.
– all right, lads! Don't hurt him.
– I think you should buy it. – it says a man in joking.
Marty pulled a hundred out of his sinuses, gave it to butchers, and took a dog and took it with him.
The dog began to look at him, his tail and his tail, he knew who saved him from death.
When Marty comes home, the mother immediately asks:
– what did you buy, son?
– I bought my first happiness.
– what are you doing?
– He's a žurka! And get her a dog.
– did you buy anything else?
– if I had the money, I could buy it; only a hundred for a dog. Old Woman:
– to us, he says, there's nothing to eat. The last poskrebyški on the zakromam have a yeah of yeah.
On the other day, the old woman took another hundred rubles and gave the martynke and punishes:
– on, son! Go to town, buy some bread, and don't throw money.
He came to town, started walking the streets. Caught Him in the face of a bad boy, caught that cat boy, got a rope around his neck and let's drag him to the river.
Wait! He yelled at Marty. Where are you going?
– I want to drown him!
– for what?
– I stole a cake from the table.
– don't drown him.
– buy me a hundred rubles.
Marty didn't think too much, he went into his pocket, pulled the money and gave it to the boy, and the cat put the cat in a bag and
– what did you buy, son? He asks the old woman.
– cat vas'ku.
– did you buy anything else?
– if the money stayed, maybe you could buy something else.
– you stupid fool! The old woman screamed at him. Go out of the house and find some bread for other people.
He went to the next village to search for work; he was is, followed by the žurka with the vas'koû.
To The Pope.
– where are you going?
– I'm on my way to kamaiyas.
– go to my place; I'm the only one who takes the job. – who I have three years of age will never hurt.
Marty agreed and was tired of three summers and three winters on his butt.
There is a time for reckoning.
– well, Marty! Go get your service. Brought him to the barn, shows two full bags and says:
– whatever you want, take it!
He looks at the Marty in one bag of silver, and in the other sand – and razdumalsâ: " this thing is cooked for a reason! Let my work be lost, and I'll take my chances, I'll take the sand.
He says to the master:
– I, my father, choose a bag of small sand.
– well, light, your good will; take it with silver.
Marty put a bag on his back and went to find another place; Shel-was and wandered into a dark, dense forest. In the woods, the fire is burning, the girl sits on fire, and she is so beautiful that neither vzdumat' nor vzgadat' is in the story.
Says Red Girl:
– Martyn, son of a bitch! If you want to make yourself happy, spare me the fires of sand that you served for three years.
" indeed, I thought. Marty, how to carry a heavy weight with you is better than a man. Not great wealth is sand, this kind of good everywhere!"
He took off the bag, started it, and let's just say the fire went out.
The Red girl hit the him, turned a zmeeû, wrapped a good dryden on her chest and wrapped around his neck.
Marty was scared.
– don't be afraid! – snake snake. Go now to the land of land, to the tridesâtoe state, to the kingdom of the kingdom; there is my father ruling. When you come to him in the yard, he will give you a lot of gold, and silver, and samocvetnyh a, you do not take anything, and ask him for a mizinnogo ring. The ring is not simple: if you hand it over to your hand, there will be twelve heroes, and they will not be ordered to do anything for a single night.
Good for the road. It is close, whether it is long enough to see the tridesâtomu kingdom and sees a huge stone. There was a snake from his neck, hit the ground and became a krasnoû girl.
– follow me! Says the red girl and took him under that rock. They were in the ground for a long time, suddenly the light was brighter, and they were all brighter, and they went on a wide field, under clear skies. On that field, the magnificent palace of built, and the father of the red maiden, the king of the podzemel'noj side.
There are travelers in the house of white, meeting their king affectionately.
– hello, she says, my daughter, where have you been hiding for so many years?
– the light is my father! I would have gone missing if it wasn't for this man: He gave me away from the evil death of death and brought me here.
– thank you, good boy! The King said. For your virtue to reward you. Take your gold and silver and your a, as you wish.
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