About the gypsy
- Gypsy! What are you doing? After all, you will kill yourself!
- What the hell are you? - the gypsy answered him. “Are you really a prophet?” Why do you know that I will kill myself? Go wherever you are going.
- Well! “Okay,” said the man, “you yourself will soon be no better than the devil.”
- Get away from the mother of your enemies! - said the gypsy, continuing to chop.
The man was moving away, but had not gone another hundred fathoms when the cut branch broke off with the gypsy, who, although he was not feathered, flew off quickly; they say he felt awkward just sitting down on the ground. Fortunately, his death was not painful. After lying down for a while, I came to my senses and ran, like mad, to catch up with the man, saying:
- Of course, this man was a prophet who found out about my fall!
The man, noticing his stupidity, came up with a joke on him.
The poor gypsy howled his voice, grieved and said goodbye in absentia to his relatives, to his house and horses. Considering his fate inevitable, he prepared to part with the world. He went to his horse, loaded a cart of wood and rode home very quietly, leading the horse by the bridle and helping up the mountain. Approaching a steep hill, his horse, rising, had already given up the wind twice. The gypsy was barely alive and shouted in despair:
- Sorry, my mother is the damp earth! Sorry, wifey, kids! I'm already dying!
But, having driven up the mountain, he took heart, thinking that the man had lied to him about death. He sat down on the cart and lashed the horse with a whip, which, jerking the cart, blurted out much louder. Then the gypsy suddenly fell from the cart, saying:
“Now I have died for the truth!”
And so he lay on the ground motionless. His horse left the road to the side and began to eat grass. It was already getting dark; The gypsy did not think to get up, considering himself dead. Around midnight the wolves came and, having caught the horse, began to eat. The gypsy, in the monthly radiance, seeing this, raised his head and, shaking it, said:
“Well, if I were alive, I would run home for a gun and beat all these wolves, and I would tan the skins and sew myself a good fur coat.”
Then he stretched out again in a position befitting a dead man. The wolves, having finished dinner, dispersed, and the gypsy lay there until the morning. At dawn I drove past this place. dragoon detour. The corporal who was with him, seeing a man lying and a horse eaten near him, considered him to be dead. For this reason, he sent one of his subordinates to inspect it, while he himself stopped and waited. The dragoon, arriving and seeing that it was not a dead body lying, but a living gypsy, asked him:
The gypsy, looking up at him with contempt, said:
- How many of these devils do you have? You're not blind that I'm dead.
The dragoon, laughing, rode off and informed the corporal that he had not found a dead body, but a living gypsy who called himself dead.
So, having arrived, he ordered the dragoons to dismount from their horses and, turning up his caftan, flog him with whips.
The dragoons began; The gypsy was silent. But when they got into him much, he said at first:
- Master Corporal, I’m almost alive.
However, without waiting for an answer, he broke away from them and ran home. Approaching the village, he met a dead body that was being carried for burial. Behind the coffin was the bitterly weeping mother of the deceased. The gypsy ran to her, out of breath, and, jumping out of sight, cried out:
- Perhaps don’t cry, old woman! If you want to see your son alive, take him to that damned Krutoyar, there I was dead, but I came to life.
Having told the old woman such an important favor, he went calmly to his house.
A few weeks later this gypsy happened to be in the city. At that time, one gypsy woman went to ask the governor for disrespect for her son. The governor sent messengers with her to bring her son. This gypsy woman, going home, felt sorry for her son and, not wanting to beat him, did not know what to do. Unfortunately, this gypsy, who had recently risen from the dead, met them. Then she pointed him out to the messengers, telling them that this was her son. They immediately grabbed him by the arms and dragged him to the governor. When he was brought before the judge, he began to say to him:
- Why don’t you honor your mother? - pointing to the old woman.
The gypsy, looking at her, shouted:
- Damn her! What a mother she is to me!
- 0-ho-ho! - said the governor. “So you do in front of me what you do at home.” Lash! Lash! - he shouted.
No matter how hard the poor gypsy tried to excuse himself, he did not believe him and, stretching it out, they began to boil it. The gypsy suffered his fate, but calculated that he could not get away with it, and shouted: |
- Ah! Mister Governor! Now I admitted that my mother was born.
“But will you continue to honor it?” - said the governor.
The gypsy swore to him with all his gypsy conscience. The governor agreed to believe him and ordered him to stop; but as a sign of submission and humility, he ordered him to carry his imaginary mother on his shoulders home. The gypsy did not dare to resist and dragged her in his arms from the voivode’s yard. On the road he met a man from the village where he was from, who asked him what kind of witch he was carrying.
“Shi... Shut up, shut up, neighbor,” answered the gypsy. - This is my dear mother.
“What is your dear mother like: I know that you don’t have one,” said the man.
“Go and ask Mr. Voivode,” the gypsy continued, “he was in my homeland.”
And so the gypsy told the old woman where she ordered, and no longer went to the city, which was commanded by that perspicacious commander.
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Russian folk tale lost text
Antipka had a disgusting wife and a bunch of children.
Antipka - the word, the woman - the lever and strives to the side. If Antipka wants to teach his wife a lesson, he will take a whip, and the woman will go crazy, scream, and get so angry that she will snatch the child out of the cradle by the leg and let them wave it off; His eyes wide open, foam at the mouth, Antipka no longer lives. It's worse that the wife is getting old. He began to think about how to sell his wife? And I came up with it. One day he came back from the forest so cheerful and said to his wife affectionately: “My little wife!” You and I will live like a boyar, I will unload you with the peacock, - after all, I found the treasury a terrible, innumerable death." - “Where, shot? to me! Didn’t you, the scarecrow, dream about it in a dream?” - “No, my swallow, no, my darling! Even though I didn’t watch it all the way through, I still heard the tinkling sound with my ears.” “Where?” - “There, in the forest, in the hole, right above the steep hill, next to the three-fold one.” - “Well, let’s go,” the woman says more affectionately, “but look: if he’s screwed up, I’ll give him a dressing down!” How did you hear? me.” “You see, I wanted to throw a stone in the hole; threw it, and the foreheads, yes, it seemed, the foreheads began to jingle. I'll be there another time, and even heftier! I’m on the third one too - rightly so, they’re ringing!” We came to the pit - black, deep! “Well, wife, here’s a boulder - throw it yourself, if you don’t give me faith!”
The woman took the stone and, bending down, threw it, and in the meantime Antip hit her in the neck: the woman somersaulted, flew into the hole and did not make a sound. As soon as Antip arrived at the yard, the children - all little girls - greeted him with a squeal: “Dad, porridge, dad, bread, dad, milk!” And then milk the cow yourself, run to the river yourself - wash the diapers, clean up the horses, and don’t sleep at night - rock the little ones. “Ay, ah! - Antip cried, scratching the back of his head. “The woman was in trouble, but without the woman there are ten troubles, and there is no time to work!” Antip became impoverished and came up with a new thought: “Let me go and get my wife out!” He began to collect scraps and ropes, frills from bast shoes, tied everything together, set it up and pulled it on, and attached a rivet the size of an arshin to the end; went to the pit, lowered the rope with the claw and shook it. And here's the tricky thing - the rope became heavier, and not with the weight of a woman; He began to drag up, dragged, dragged, and lo and behold, there was an imp sitting on the end, about six inches long, covered in fur. Antipas shouted: “Get out! I know you are small, but very smart! Unhook, damned one, and go back to where you were before; I won’t let you into the world; I won’t let you go; Listen, I’ll just cross you.”
The imp begged: “Anti-gun! I’m a good devil, I’ll give you wealth: I’ll move into other people’s houses, and you drive me away with words and grab money. Just listen, up to two times! I will choose rich people for you to order. Like an evil woman fell into a pit, we simply had no life. Pull it out, Anticannon! I will keep my promise, I will plant your yard at the root; You will have farmhands and farmhands, you will hire a nanny to look after the children, you will drive with the gentlemen.” Antip was tempted, pulled the demon out - suddenly it became easier on the rope, the demon seemed to be carried away by the wind.
Less than a week has passed, when Antip hears that in the large stone chambers of the rich contractor there was thunder, clattering, laughter, running around at night, the residents were no longer able to live! Antip goes to the contractor, bowed and says: “Your house, father, is unclean, a vile imp has settled in; You won’t be able to survive him in any way, unless you order me.” - “Drive, drive, Anti-cannon! - says the contractor. - How I bow.” - “Good! - Antip replies. “They don’t make fur coats out of a bow, but I’m a poor, family-minded man; I have seven daughters - the eldest just turned eight and ran away, so take care of everything yourself! Give me a thousand for each daughter, I’ll go around your house, whistle and say the word - and there will be no devils.”
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Russian folk songs
"Larks, larks..."
Larks, larks, fly to us. Bring us a warm summer, Take away from us a cold winter. We are bored with the cold winter, Our hands and feet are frozen.
“Sunny, show yourself...”
Sunny, show yourself, Red, get ready! So that year after year the weather gives us a warm summer, Mushrooms in a birch bark, Berries in a basket, Green peas.
“Because of the forest, the dark forest...”
From behind the forest, the dark forest, from behind the mountains, high mountains, a flock of swan flies, and another flock of geese. The little swan lagged behind, Like a flock of swan, The little swan stuck behind like a flock of gray geese. The geese began to pinch her, and the swan called out: “Don’t pinch, gray geese, I didn’t fly to you myself, I was carried away by the weather, which is a great misfortune.”
“Like thin ice...”
As if a little white snow fell on thin ice. A little white snow fell. Vanyushka, my friend, was driving. Vanya rode, hurried, and fell off his good horse. He fell, fell, lies - No one is running to Vanya. They saw two girls, They ran straight to Vanya, They ran straight to Vanya, They put Vanya on a horse. They put Vanya on a horse and showed him the way. They showed the way and punished: “As you go, Ivan, don’t yawn around!”
Russian folk tale lost text
Once upon a time there were two brothers, two brothers - a sandpiper and a crane. They cut a haystack and placed it among the fields. Shouldn't we tell the fairy tale from the end again?
Once upon a time there was an old man
- Once upon a time there lived an old man. I went to the mill to grind flour...
- Well, you beckoned, but don’t tell me!
- If only he got there, he told me, and maybe he’ll travel for a week!
The bear came to the ford
The bear came to the ford and splashed into the water! He's already wet, wet, wet, He's already soggy, soggy, soggy, Soaked, soggy, crawled out, dried up. Stood on the deck -
Plunge into the water! He's already wet, wet, wet...
Did we go with you?
- Did we go with you? - Let's go! - Did you find the boot? - Found! - Did I give it to you? - Gave! -Did you take it? - I took it! -Where is he? - Who? - Not who, but what! - What? - Boot! - Which? - Well, like that! Did we go with you? - Let's go! - Did you find the boot? - Found...
