Ivan is a peasant son and Miracle Yudo.
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In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived an old man and an old woman, and they had three sons. The youngest was named Ivanushka. They lived - they were not lazy, they worked from morning till night: they plowed arable land and sowed bread.
Suddenly, bad news spread in that kingdom-state: a foul miracle is going to attack their land, to exterminate all people, to set fire to all the city-villages. The old man and the old woman strangled, burst into grief. And the eldest sons console them:
Do not grieve, father and mother! Let's go to the miracle Yudo, we will fight to the death with him! And so that you do not yearn alone, let Ivanushka stay with you: he is still very young to go to battle.
No, - says Ivanushka, - I don’t want to stay at home and wait for you, I’ll go and fight with a miracle!
The old man and the old woman did not stop him and dissuade him. they equipped all three sons for the journey. The brothers took heavy cudgels, took knapsacks with bread and salt, mounted good horses and drove off. Whether they drove long or short, they met an old man.
Great, good fellows!
Hello grandfather!
Where are you taking your way?
We are going with a filthy miracle-yud to fight, fight, native land protect!
This is a good thing! Only for the battle you do not need clubs, but damask swords.
And where to get them, grandfather?
And I will teach you. Go on, you good young people, everything is straight. Will you get to high mountain... And in that mountain there is a deep cave. The entrance to it is littered with a large stone. Roll off the stone, enter the cave and find damask swords there.
The brothers thanked the passer-by and drove straight as he taught. They see - there is a high mountain, on one side a large gray stone has been rolled over. The brothers rolled away the stone and entered the cave. And there you can’t count all kinds of weapons! They chose their sword and moved on.
Thank you, they say, to a passer-by. It will be much more convenient for us to fight with swords!
They drove, drove and arrived in some village. They look - there is not a single living soul around. Everything is burned out, broken. There is one small hut. The brothers entered the hut. An old woman lies on the stove and groans.
Hello grandma! - say the brothers.
Hello fellows! Where are you heading?
We are going, grandmother, to the river Smorodina, to the Kalinovy bridge, we want to fight with a miracle, and not allow us to enter our land.
Oh, well done, we took up a good deed! After all, he, the villain, ravaged and plundered everyone! And he got to us. I alone survived here ...
The brothers spent the night with the old woman, got up early in the morning and set off again on the road.
They drive up to the river Smorodina itself, to the Kalinovy bridge. All along the shore lie swords and broken bows, human bones lie.
The brothers found an empty hut and decided to stay in it.
Well, brothers, - says Ivan, - we drove into an alien side, we need to listen to everything and look closely. Let's take turns to go on patrol so that the miracle Yudo does not pass through the Kalinovy bridge.
On the first night, the elder brother went on patrol. He walked along the bank, looked across the river Smorodina - everything was quiet, there was no one to see, nothing to hear. The elder brother lay down under the bush and fell asleep soundly, snoring loudly.
And Ivan lies in the hut - he cannot sleep, he does not doze. As time went past midnight, he took his damask sword and went to the river Smorodina.
He looks - under a bush, the elder brother is sleeping, snoring as hard as he can. Ivan did not wake him up. He hid under the Kalinov bridge, stands guarding the crossing.
Suddenly the waters on the river were agitated, eagles screamed on the oak trees - a miracle yudo with six heads was approaching. He rode out to the middle of the viburnum bridge - the horse stumbled under him, the black raven on his shoulder started, and behind the black dog bristled.
The six-headed miracle Yudo says:
What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why are you, black raven, roused? Why are you black dog bristling? Or do you feel that Ivan - peasant son here? So he was not yet born, and if he was born, he was not fit for the battle! I'll put him on one hand, slam him with the other!
Ivan, a peasant's son, came out from under the bridge and said:
Do not boast, you filthy miracle Yudo! Didn't shoot a clear falcon - it's too early to pinch feathers! I did not recognize the good fellow - there is nothing to shame him! Come on better strength try: whoever overcomes will boast.
So they came together, drew level and hit so hard that the ground all around began to hum.
Miracle Yuda was not lucky: Ivan, a peasant's son, knocked three heads off with one stroke.
Stop, Ivan is a peasant son! - shouts the miracle Yudo. - Give me a break!
What a rest! You, miracle Yudo, have three heads, and I have one. This is how you will have one head, then we will begin to rest.
Again they came together, hit again.
Ivan, the peasant's son, cut off the miracle Yuda and the last three heads. After that, he cut the body into small pieces and threw it into the Smorodina River, and put six heads under the Kalinov bridge. He himself returned to the hut and went to bed.
In the morning the elder brother comes. Ivan asks him:
Well, haven't you seen what?
No, brothers, a fly didn't fly past me!
Ivan did not say a word to him.
The next night, the middle brother went on patrol. He walked, walked, looked around and calmed down. Climbed into the bushes and fell asleep.
Ivan did not rely on him either. As time went past midnight, he immediately equipped himself, took his sharp sword and went to the river Smorodina. He hid under the Kalinovy bridge and began to watch.
Suddenly, the waters on the river were agitated, eagles screamed on the oak trees - a miracle-yudo nine-headed one was approaching, Only on the viburnum bridge he drove - a horse stumbled under it, a black raven on his shoulder shook, behind a black dog bristled ... - over the feathers, the dog - over the ears!
What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why are you, black crow, startled? Why are you black dog bristling? Or do you sense that Ivan is a peasant, his son is here? So he was not yet born, and even if he was born, he was not fit for the battle: I will kill him with one finger!
Ivan, a peasant's son, jumped out from under the viburnum bridge:
Wait, miracle Yudo, don't boast, get down to business first! Let's see who will take it!
As Ivan swung his damask sword once or twice, he took six heads off the miracle. And the miracle Yudo hit - drove Ivan to the damp earth on his knees. Ivan, a peasant's son, grabbed a handful of sand and threw it right into the eyes of his enemy. While the miracle Yudo wiped and cleaned his eyes, Ivan cut off the rest of his heads. Then he cut the body into small pieces, threw them into the Smorodina River, and laid nine heads under the Kalinovy bridge. He himself returned to the hut. I lay down and fell asleep as if nothing had happened.
In the morning the middle brother comes.
Well, - asks Ivan, - haven't you seen what during the night?
No, not a single fly flew near me, not a single mosquito squeaked.
Well, if so, come with me, dear brothers, I'll show you a mosquito and a fly.
Ivan brought the brothers under the Kalinovy bridge, showed them the miraculous heads of Judas.
Here, - he says, - what flies and mosquitoes fly here at night. And you, brothers, do not fight, but lie on the stove at home!
The brothers were ashamed.
Sleep, they say, fell ...
On the third night, Ivan himself was going to go on patrol.
I, - he says, - I am going to a terrible battle! And you, brothers, do not sleep all night, listen: when you hear my whistle, release my horse and hurry to help me.
Ivan came - a peasant's son to the river Smorodina, stands under the Kalinovy bridge, waiting.
As time passed after midnight, the damp earth shook, the waters in the river agitated, violent winds howled, and eagles screamed from the oak trees. The twelve-headed miracle Yudo leaves. All twelve heads whistle, all twelve are bursting with fire-flames. The miracle-yuda horse has twelve wings, the horse's hair is copper, the tail and mane are iron.
As soon as the miracle Yudo drove onto the Kalinovy bridge, the horse stumbled under it, the black raven on its shoulder shook itself, the black dog bristled behind. Wonderful yudo of a horse with a whip on the sides, a crow - over its feathers, a dog - over its ears!
What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why, the black raven, roused himself? Why is the black dog bristling? Or do you feel that Ivan is a peasant's son here? So he was not yet born, and if he was born, he was not fit for the battle: only dunu - and his ashes will not remain! Ivan, a peasant's son, came out from under the viburnum bridge:
Wait, miracle Yudo, boast: how would you not be ashamed!
Is that you, Ivan, a peasant's son? Why did you come here?
Look at you, the power of the enemy, try your courage!
Where can you try my courage! You are a fly in front of me.
Ivan, a peasant's son, answers a miracle-yud:
I did not come to tell you fairy tales and not to listen to yours. I came to fight to the death, from you, damned, kind people save!
Here Ivan swung his sharp sword and cut off three heads to the miracle Yuda. Miracle Yudo grabbed these heads, struck them with his fiery finger, put them to their necks, and immediately all the heads grew, as if they did not fall from their shoulders.
Ivan had a bad time: the miracle Yudo stuns him with a whistle, burns and scorches him with fire, sprinkles him with sparks, drives him up to his knees into the damp earth ...
Would you like to rest, Ivan - the peasant's son?
What kind of rest? In our opinion - hit, cut, don't take care of yourself! - says Ivan.
He whistled, threw his right mitten into the hut, where the brothers were waiting for him. The mitten has knocked out all the glass in the windows, but the brothers are asleep, hearing nothing. Ivan gathered his strength, swung again, stronger than the previous one, and cut down six heads to a miracle-yuda. Miracle Yudo grabbed his heads, struck a fiery finger, put it to his necks - and again all the heads were in place. Here he rushed at Ivan, hammered him into the damp earth up to the waist.
Ivan sees - it's bad. He took off his left mitten and launched it into the hut. The mitten broke the roof, but the brothers are still asleep, they hear nothing.
For the third time, Ivan, a peasant's son, swung, and cut down nine heads to a miracle Yuda. Miracle Yudo grabbed them, struck them with a fiery finger, put them to their necks - the heads grew back again. Here he threw himself on Ivan and drove him into the damp earth up to his shoulders ...
Ivan took off his hat and threw it into the hut. From that blow, the hut staggered, almost rolled over the logs. Just then the brothers woke up, they heard - Ivanov's horse whinnies loudly and breaks from the chains.
They rushed to the stable, lowered their horse, and after him they themselves ran.
Ivanov's horse galloped up, began to beat the miracle Yudo with its hooves. The miracle Yudo whistled, hissed, and began to shower the horse with sparks.
And Ivan, the peasant's son, in the meantime, got out of the ground, contrived and cut off the fiery finger to the miracle-yuda.
Then let's chop off his heads. Hit every single one! I cut the body into small pieces and threw it into the Smorodina River.
Brothers come running here.
Eh, you! - says Ivan. - Because of your sleepiness, I almost paid with my head!
The brothers brought him to the hut, washed, fed, watered and put to bed.
Early in the morning, Ivan got up, began to dress and put on shoes.
Where did you go up so early? - say the brothers. - I would have rested after such a massacre!
No, - Ivan replies, - I have no time to rest: I'll go to the river Smorodina to look for my sash - I dropped it there.
Hunt you! - say the brothers. - Let's go to the city - buy a new one.
No, I need mine!
Ivan went to the river Smorodina, but he did not start looking for a sash, but crossed to the other bank through the Kalinovy bridge and crept unnoticed to the miraculous stone chambers. He went to the open window and began to listen - were they planning something else here?
He looks - three miraculous wives and a mother, an old snake, are sitting in the wards. They sit and talk.
The first says:
I will take revenge on Ivan, the peasant's son, for my husband! I’ll run ahead when he and his brothers return home, let the heat go, and I’ll turn myself into a well. If they want to drink water, they will fall dead from the first sip!
You thought of it well! - says the old snake.
The second says:
And I will run ahead and turn into an apple tree. If they want to eat one apple at a time, they will break them into small pieces!
And you came up with a good idea! - says the old snake.
And I, - says the third, - will let them sleep and doze, and I myself will run ahead and wrap myself in a soft carpet with silk pillows. If the brothers want to lie down and rest - then they will be burned with fire!
And you came up with a good idea! - said the snake. “Well, if you don’t destroy them, I myself will turn into a huge pig, catch up with them and swallow all three.
Ivan, the peasant's son, listened to these speeches and returned to the brothers.
Well, have you found your sash? the brothers ask.
And it was worth wasting time on it!
It was worth it, brothers!
After that, the brothers gathered and drove home,
They ride in the steppes, they ride in the meadows. And the day is so hot, so sultry. I feel thirsty - no patience! The brothers are watching - there is a well, a silver ladle is floating in the well. They say to Ivan:
Come on, brother, let's stop, we'll drink cold water and water the horses!
It is not known what water is in that well, - Ivan answers. - Maybe rotten and dirty.
He jumped off his horse and began to whip and cut this well with his sword. The well howled, roared in a bad voice. Then the fog descended, the heat subsided - I don't feel like drinking.
You see, brothers, what kind of water was in the well, - says Ivan.
How long or short they drove - they saw an apple tree. Apples hang on it, large and ruddy.
The brothers jumped off their horses, they wanted to pick apples.
And Ivan ran ahead and began to chop the apple tree with a sword to the very root. The apple tree howled, screamed ...
See, brothers, what kind of apple tree it is? The apples are not tasty on it!
They rode, rode and were very tired. They looked - a patterned, soft carpet was spread on the field, and on it were down pillows.
Let's lie down on this carpet, rest, take a nap for an hour! - say the brothers.
No, brothers, it won't lie softly on this carpet! - Ivan answers them.
The brothers got angry with him:
What kind of pointer are you for us: that is impossible, the other is impossible!
Ivan did not say a word in response. He took off his sash and threw it on the carpet. The sash burst into flames and burned.
That would be the same with you! - Ivan says to the brothers.
He went up to the carpet and started chopping the carpet and pillows into small pieces with a sword. Chopped up, scattered to the sides and said:
In vain you, brothers, grumbled at me! After all, the well, and the apple tree, and the carpet - all these were the miraculous wives of Judaism. They wanted to destroy us, but they did not succeed: they themselves all perished!
How many, how many have passed - suddenly the sky darkened, the wind howled, the earth began to hum: a huge pig was running after them. She opened her mouth to ears - she wants to swallow Ivan and her brothers. Here the good fellows, do not be bad, pulled out a pood of salt from their travel bags and threw the pig into the mouth.
The pig was overjoyed - it thought that Ivan, the peasant son with his brothers, had been seized. She stopped and began to chew the salt. And when she tasted it, she rushed off in pursuit again.
She runs, raised her bristles, snaps her teeth. Just about to catch up ...
Then Ivan ordered the brothers to gallop in different directions: one galloped to the right, the other to the left, and Ivan himself - forward.
A pig ran up, stopped - he didn't know who to catch up with first.
While she was thinking and twirling her muzzle in different directions, Ivan jumped up to her, lifted her up and hit the ground with full swing. The pig scattered into dust, and the wind scattered the dust in all directions.
Since then, all the miracles and snakes in that land have risen - people began to live without fear. And Ivan, a peasant son with his brothers, returned home, to his father, to his mother. And they began to live and live, plow the field and sow wheat.
The tale Ivan - a peasant son and a miracle Yudo read:
In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived an old man and an old woman, and they had three sons. The youngest was named Ivanushka. They lived - they were not lazy, they worked all day, plowed arable land and sowed bread.
Suddenly, the news spread in that kingdom-state: the foul miracle is going to attack their land, to exterminate all people, to burn down the city-villages with fire. The old man and the old woman strangled, burst into grief. And the sons console them:
Do not grieve, father and mother, we will go to the miracle Yudo, we will fight to the death with him. And so that you do not yearn alone, let Ivanushka stay with you: he is still very young to go to battle.
No, - says Ivan, - it doesn't suit me at home to stay and wait for you, I'll go and fight with a miracle!
The old man and the old woman did not stop and dissuade Ivanushka, and they equipped all three sons on the road. The brothers took damask swords, took knapsacks with bread and salt, sat on good horses and drove off.
They drove, drove and arrived in some village. They look - there is not a single living soul around, everything is scorched, broken, there is only one small hut, barely holding on. The brothers entered the hut. An old woman lies on the stove and groans.
Hello, grandmother, the brothers say.
Hello, good fellows! Where are you heading?
We are going, grandmother, to the Smorodina river, to the Kalinov bridge. We want to fight with a miracle Yud, not to allow us to our land.
Oh, well done, we got down to business! After all, he, the villain, ruined everyone, plundered, betrayed a cruel death. Nearby kingdoms - even a rolling ball. And he began to call in here. In this direction, only I was left: apparently, I am a miracle and am not good for food.
The brothers spent the night with the old woman, got up early in the morning and set off again on the road.
They drive up to the river Smorodina itself, to the Kalinov bridge. Human bones lie along the entire coast.
The brothers found an empty hut and decided to stay in it.
Well, brothers, - says Ivan, - we drove into an alien side, we need to listen to everything and look closely. Let's take turns to go to the patrol so that the miracle Yudo does not pass through the Kalinov bridge.
On the first night, the elder brother went on patrol. He walked along the bank, looked at the river Smorodina - everything was quiet, there was no one to see, nothing to hear. He lay down under the bush and fell asleep soundly, snoring loudly.
And Ivan lies in the hut, cannot fall asleep in any way. He does not sleep, does not doze. As time went past midnight, he took his damask sword and went to the river Smorodina. He looks - under a bush, the elder brother is sleeping, snoring as hard as he can. Ivan did not wake him up, hid under the Kalinov bridge, standing, guarding the crossing.
Suddenly, the waters on the river were agitated, eagles screamed on the oak trees - a miracle yudo with six heads was leaving. He rode out to the middle of the Kalinov Bridge - the horse stumbled under him, the black raven on his shoulder shook himself, behind the black dog bristled.
The six-headed miracle Yudo says:
What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why, the black raven, roused himself? Why is the black dog bristling? Or do you feel that Ivan is a peasant's son here? So he was not yet born, and if he was born, he was not fit for the battle. I'll put him on one hand, slam him with the other - it will only get wet!
Ivan, a peasant's son, came out from under the bridge and said:
Do not boast, you filthy miracle Yudo! Without having shot a clear falcon, it is too early to pinch the feathers. Without recognizing the good fellow, there is nothing to blaspheme against him. Let's better try to force; whoever prevails will boast.
So they came together, drew level and hit so severely that all around the earth groaned.
Miracle Yuda was not lucky: Ivan is a peasant's son, with one sweep he knocked off three heads.
Stop, Ivan is a peasant son! - shouts the miracle Yudo. - Give me a break!
What a break! You, miracle Yudo, have three heads, and I have one! This is how you will have one head, then we will begin to rest.
Again they came together, hit again.
Ivan, the peasant's son, cut off the miracle Yuda and the last three heads. After that, he cut the body into small pieces and threw it into the Smorodina River, and put six heads under the Kalinov bridge. He himself returned to the hut.
In the morning the elder brother comes. Ivan asks him:
Well, have you seen what?
No, brothers, no fly flew past me.
Ivan did not say a word to him.
The next night, the middle brother went on patrol. He walked, walked, looked around and calmed down. Climbed into the bushes and fell asleep.
Ivan did not rely on him either. As time went past midnight, he immediately equipped himself, took his sharp sword and went to the river Smorodina. He hid under the Kalinov bridge and began to watch.
Suddenly, the waters on the river were agitated, eagles screamed on the oak trees - a nine-headed miracle Yudo was leaving. Only on Kalinov the bridge drove - the horse stumbled under it, the black raven on its shoulder started, behind the black dog bristled ... The miracle of the horse - on the sides, the crow - on the feathers, the dog - on the ears!
What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why, the black raven, roused himself? Why is the black dog bristling? Or do you feel that Ivan is a peasant's son here? So he was not yet born, and if he was born, he was not fit for a battle: I will kill him with one finger!
Ivan, a peasant's son, jumped out from under the Kalinov bridge:
Wait, miracle Yudo, don't boast, get down to business first! It is not yet known who will take it.
As Ivan waved his damask sword once, twice, so he took six heads off the miracle-yud. And the miracle Yudo hit Ivan on the knee and drove the earth into the cheese. Ivan, a peasant's son, seized a handful of land and threw his opponent right in the eyes. While the miracle Yudo wiped and cleaned his eyes, Ivan cut off the rest of his heads. Then he took the body, cut it into small pieces and threw it into the Smorodina River, and put the nine heads under the Kalinov bridge. He himself returned to the hut, lay down and fell asleep.
In the morning the middle brother comes.
Well, - asks Ivan, - haven't you seen what during the night?
No, not a single fly flew near me, not a single mosquito squeaked nearby.
Well, if so, come with me, dear brothers, I'll show you a mosquito and a fly!
Ivan brought the brothers under the Kalinov bridge, showed them the miraculous heads of Judas.
Here, - he says, - what flies and mosquitoes fly here at night! You do not fight, but lie on the stove at home.
The brothers were ashamed.
Sleep, they say, fell ...
On the third night, Ivan himself was going to go on patrol.
I, - he says, - I am going to a terrible battle, and you, brothers, do not sleep all night, listen: when you hear my whistle - release my horse and hurry to help me.
Ivan came - a peasant's son to the river Smorodina, stands under the Kalinovy bridge, waiting.
Only time passed after midnight, the earth swayed damp, the waters in the river were agitated, violent winds howled, eagles screamed at the oak trees ... The twelve-headed miracle yudo leaves. All twelve heads whistle, all twelve are bursting with fire-flames. The horse is a miracle-yuda with twelve wings, the horse's hair is copper, the tail and mane are iron. As soon as the miracle Yudo drove onto the Kalinov Bridge, the horse stumbled under it, the black raven on its shoulder shook itself, the black dog bristled behind. Wonderful yudo of a horse with a whip on the sides, a crow - over its feathers, a dog - over its ears!
What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why, the black raven, roused himself? Why is the black dog bristling? Or do you feel that Ivan is a peasant's son here? So he was not yet born, and even if he was born, he was not fit for a battle: I just blow - he will not be left to ashes!
Ivan, a peasant's son, came out from under the Kalinov bridge:
Wait to boast: how not to be ashamed!
It's you, Ivan - the peasant's son! Why did you come?
Look at you, the power of the enemy, and try your fortress.
Where can you try my fortress! You are a fly in front of me.
Ivan, a peasant's son, answers a miracle-yud:
I came neither to tell you stories, nor to listen to yours. I came to fight to the death, to save you, damned, good people!
Ivan swung his sharp sword and cut off three heads to the miracle Yuda. Miracle Yudo picked up these heads, scribbled over them with his fiery finger - and immediately all the heads grew, as if they did not fall from their shoulders.
Ivan, the peasant's son, had a bad time: the miracle Yudo stuns him with a whistle, burns and burns with fire, sprinkles with sparks, drives the earth into cheese up to his knees. And he chuckles:
Do you want to rest, get better, Ivan is a peasant's son?
What a rest! In our opinion - hit, cut, don't take care of yourself! - says Ivan.
He whistled, barked, threw his right mitten into the hut where the brothers remained. The mitten knocked out all the glass in the windows, but the brothers are asleep, hearing nothing.
Ivan pulled himself together, swung again, stronger than before, and cut down six heads to a miracle-yuda.
Miracle Yudo grabbed his heads, scribbled a fiery finger - and again all the heads were in place. Here he rushed at Ivan, hammered him into the damp earth up to his waist.
Ivan sees - it's bad. He took off his left mitten and launched it into the hut. The mitten broke the roof, but the brothers are still asleep, they hear nothing.
For the third time, Ivan, the peasant's son, swung even stronger and cut down nine heads to the Miracle Yuda. Miracle Yudo picked them up, scribbled a fiery finger - the heads grew back again. Here he threw himself on Ivan and drove him into the ground up to his shoulders.
Ivan took off his hat and threw it into the hut. From that blow, the hut staggered, almost rolled over the logs.
Just then the brothers woke up, they heard - Ivanov's horse whinnies loudly and breaks from the chains.
They rushed to the stable, lowered the horse, and after him they themselves ran to Ivan's aid.
Ivanov's horse came running, began to beat the miracle Yudo with its hooves. The miracle yudo whistled, hissed, began to shower the horse with sparks ... And Ivan, the peasant's son, in the meantime, got out of the earth, got used to it and cut off the fiery finger to the miracle yudo. After that, let's chop off his heads, knocked every one of them, cut his torso into small pieces and threw everything into the river Smorodina.
Brothers come running here.
Oh you, sleepyheads! - says Ivan. - Because of your sleep, I almost paid with my head.
The brothers brought him to the hut, washed, fed, watered and put to bed.
Early in the morning, Ivan got up, began to dress and put on shoes.
Where did you go up so early? - say the brothers. - I would have rested after such a massacre.
No, - Ivan replies, - I have no time to rest: I’ll go to the river Smorodina to look for my handkerchief - I dropped it.
Hunt you! - say the brothers. - Let's go to the city - buy a new one.
No, I need one!
Ivan went to the river Smorodina, crossed to the other bank across the Kalinov bridge and crept to the miraculous stone chambers. He went up to the open window and began to listen if they were planning anything else here. He looks - three miraculous wives and a mother, an old snake, are sitting in the wards. They sit and talk themselves.
The elder says:
- I will take revenge on Ivan, the peasant's son, for my husband! I’ll run ahead when he and his brothers return home, let the heat go, and I’ll turn myself into a well. If they want to drink water, they will burst from the first sip!
You thought of it well! - says the old snake.
The second said:
And I will run ahead and turn into an apple tree. If they want to eat one apple at a time, they will break them into small particles!
And you thought well! - says the old snake.
And I, - says the third, - will let them sleep and doze, and I myself will run ahead and turn around in a soft carpet with silk pillows. If the brothers want to lie down, rest - then they will be burnt with fire!
The snake answers her:
And you came up with a good idea! Well, my dear daughters-in-law, if you do not destroy them, then tomorrow I myself will catch up with them and swallow all three.
Ivan, the peasant's son, listened to all this and returned to his brothers.
Well, did you find your handkerchief? the brothers ask.
And it was worth wasting time on it!
It was worth it, brothers!
After that, the brothers gathered and drove home.
They ride in the steppes, they ride in the meadows. And the day is so hot that there is no patience, thirst exhausted. The brothers are watching - there is a well, a silver ladle is floating in the well. They say to Ivan:
Come on, brother, let's stop, we'll drink cold water and water the horses.
It is not known what water is in that well, - Ivan answers. - Maybe rotten and dirty.
He jumped off his good horse, began to whip and chop this well with a sword. The well howled, roared in a bad voice. Suddenly a fog descended, the heat subsided, and I don't feel like drinking.
You see, brothers, what water was in the well! - says Ivan.
How long or short - saw an apple tree. Ripe and ruddy apples hang on it.
The brothers jumped off their horses, they were about to pick the apples, and Ivan, the peasant's son, ran ahead and began to chop and chop the apple tree with a sword. The apple tree howled, screamed ...
See, brothers, what kind of apple tree it is? The apples are not tasty on it!
They rode, rode and were very tired. They look - there is a soft carpet on the field, and there are down pillows on it.
Let's lie down on this carpet, rest a little! - say the brothers.
No, brothers, it won't lie softly on this carpet! - Ivan answers.
The brothers got angry with him:
What kind of pointer are you for us: that is impossible, the other is impossible!
Ivan did not say a word in response, took off his sash and threw it on the carpet. The sash burst into flames - nothing remained in place.
So it would be the same with you! - Ivan says to the brothers.
He went up to the carpet and started chopping the carpet and pillows into small pieces with a sword. Chopped up, scattered to the sides and said:
In vain you, brothers, grumbled at me! After all, the well, and the apple tree, and this carpet - all were miraculous wives. They wanted to destroy us, but they did not succeed: they themselves all perished!
How many, how many have passed - suddenly the sky darkened, the wind howled, hummed: the old snake itself was flying after them. She opened her mouth from heaven to earth - she wants to swallow Ivan and her brothers. Here the good fellows, do not be bad, pulled out a pood of salt from their travel bags and threw the snake into the mouth.
The snake was delighted - she thought that Ivan, the peasant's son with his brothers, was captured. She stopped and began to chew the salt. And as she tasted and realized that these were not good fellows, she again rushed in pursuit.
Ivan sees that the trouble is imminent, - he set the horse in full speed, and the brothers followed him. They jumped and jumped, jumped and jumped ...
They looked - there was a smithy, and in that smithy twelve blacksmiths were working.
Blacksmiths, blacksmiths, - says Ivan, - let us into your smithy!
The blacksmiths let the brothers, they themselves closed the smithy behind them on twelve iron doors, on twelve forged locks.
The snake flew up to the forge and shouts:
Blacksmiths, blacksmiths, give me Ivan - a peasant son with brothers! And the blacksmiths answered her:
Cast your tongue twelve iron doors, then you will take it!
The snake began to lick the iron doors. Lick-lick, lick-lick - she licked eleven doors. There is only one door left ...
The snake was tired and sat down to rest.
Then Ivan, the peasant's son, jumped out of the smithy, picked up the snake and hit it with all his might against the damp earth. It crumbled into small dust, and the wind scattered that dust in all directions. Since then, all the miracles and snakes in that land have risen, people began to live without fear.
And Ivan - the peasant's son with his brothers returned home, to his father, to his mother, and they began to live and live, to plow the field and collect bread.
In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived an old man and an old woman, and they had three sons. The youngest was named Ivanushka. They lived - they were not lazy, they worked from morning till night: they plowed arable land and sowed bread.
Suddenly, bad news spread in that kingdom-state: a foul miracle is going to attack their land, to exterminate all people, to set fire to all the city-villages. The old man and the old woman strangled, burst into grief. And the eldest sons console them:
Do not grieve, father and mother! Let's go to the miracle Yudo, we will fight to the death with him! And so that you do not yearn alone, let Ivanushka stay with you: he is still very young to go to battle.
No, - says Ivanushka, - I don’t want to stay at home and wait for you, I’ll go and fight with a miracle!
The old man and the old woman did not stop him and dissuade him. they equipped all three sons for the journey. The brothers took heavy cudgels, took knapsacks with bread and salt, mounted good horses and drove off. Whether they drove long or short, they met an old man.
Great, good fellows!
Hello grandfather!
Where are you taking your way?
We are going with a filthy miracle-yud to fight, fight, defend our native land!
This is a good thing! Only for the battle you do not need clubs, but damask swords.
And where to get them, grandfather?
And I will teach you. Go on, you good young people, everything is straight. You will reach a high mountain. And in that mountain there is a deep cave. The entrance to it is littered with a large stone. Roll off the stone, enter the cave and find damask swords there.
The brothers thanked the passer-by and drove straight as he taught. They see - there is a high mountain, on one side a large gray stone has been rolled over. The brothers rolled away the stone and entered the cave. And there you can’t count all kinds of weapons! They chose their sword and moved on.
Thank you, they say, to a passer-by. It will be much more convenient for us to fight with swords!
They drove, drove and arrived in some village. They look - there is not a single living soul around. Everything is burned out, broken. There is one small hut. The brothers entered the hut. An old woman lies on the stove and groans.
Hello grandma! - say the brothers.
Hello fellows! Where are you heading?
We are going, grandmother, to the river Smorodina, to the Kalinovy bridge, we want to fight with a miracle, and not allow us to enter our land.
Oh, well done, we took up a good deed! After all, he, the villain, ravaged and plundered everyone! And he got to us. I alone survived here ...
The brothers spent the night with the old woman, got up early in the morning and set off again on the road.
They drive up to the river Smorodina itself, to the Kalinovy bridge. All along the shore lie swords and broken bows, human bones lie.
The brothers found an empty hut and decided to stay in it.
Well, brothers, - says Ivan, - we drove into an alien side, we need to listen to everything and look closely. Let's take turns to go on patrol so that the miracle Yudo does not pass through the Kalinovy bridge.
On the first night, the elder brother went on patrol. He walked along the bank, looked across the river Smorodina - everything was quiet, there was no one to see, nothing to hear. The elder brother lay down under the bush and fell asleep soundly, snoring loudly.
And Ivan lies in the hut - he cannot sleep, he does not doze. As time went past midnight, he took his damask sword and went to the river Smorodina.
He looks - under a bush, the elder brother is sleeping, snoring as hard as he can. Ivan did not wake him up. He hid under the Kalinov bridge, stands guarding the crossing.
Suddenly the waters on the river were agitated, eagles screamed on the oak trees - a miracle yudo with six heads was approaching. He rode out to the middle of the viburnum bridge - the horse stumbled under him, the black raven on his shoulder started, and behind the black dog bristled.
The six-headed miracle Yudo says:
What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why are you, black raven, roused? Why are you black dog bristling? Or do you sense that Ivan is a peasant's son here? So he was not yet born, and if he was born, he was not fit for the battle! I'll put him on one hand, slam him with the other!
Ivan, a peasant's son, came out from under the bridge and said:
Do not boast, you filthy miracle Yudo! Didn't shoot a clear falcon - it's too early to pinch feathers! I did not recognize the good fellow - there is nothing to shame him! Let's better try the strength: whoever overcomes, he will boast.
So they came together, drew level and hit so hard that the ground all around began to hum.
Miracle Yuda was not lucky: Ivan, a peasant's son, knocked three heads off with one stroke.
Stop, Ivan is a peasant son! - shouts the miracle Yudo. - Give me a break!
What a rest! You, miracle Yudo, have three heads, and I have one. This is how you will have one head, then we will begin to rest.
Again they came together, hit again.
Ivan, the peasant's son, cut off the miracle Yuda and the last three heads. After that, he cut the body into small pieces and threw it into the Smorodina River, and put six heads under the Kalinov bridge. He himself returned to the hut and went to bed.
In the morning the elder brother comes. Ivan asks him:
Well, haven't you seen what?
No, brothers, a fly didn't fly past me!
Ivan did not say a word to him.
The next night, the middle brother went on patrol. He walked, walked, looked around and calmed down. Climbed into the bushes and fell asleep.
Ivan did not rely on him either. As time went past midnight, he immediately equipped himself, took his sharp sword and went to the river Smorodina. He hid under the Kalinovy bridge and began to watch.
Suddenly the waters on the river were agitated, eagles screamed on the oak trees - a miracle-yudo nine-headed one was approaching, Only on the viburnum bridge he drove - a horse stumbled under him, a black raven on his shoulder shook, behind a black dog bristled ... feathers, a dog - over the ears!
What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why are you, black crow, startled? Why are you black dog bristling? Or do you sense that Ivan is a peasant, his son is here? So he was not yet born, and even if he was born, he was not fit for the battle: I will kill him with one finger!
Ivan, a peasant's son, jumped out from under the viburnum bridge:
Wait, miracle Yudo, don't boast, get down to business first! Let's see who will take it!
As Ivan swung his damask sword once or twice, he took six heads off the miracle. And the miracle Yudo hit - drove Ivan to the damp earth on his knees. Ivan, a peasant's son, grabbed a handful of sand and threw it right into the eyes of his enemy. While the miracle Yudo wiped and cleaned his eyes, Ivan cut off the rest of his heads. Then he cut the body into small pieces, threw them into the Smorodina River, and laid nine heads under the Kalinovy bridge. He himself returned to the hut. I lay down and fell asleep as if nothing had happened.
In the morning the middle brother comes.
Well, - asks Ivan, - haven't you seen what during the night?
No, not a single fly flew near me, not a single mosquito squeaked.
Well, if so, come with me, dear brothers, I'll show you a mosquito and a fly.
Ivan brought the brothers under the Kalinovy bridge, showed them the miraculous heads of Judas.
Here, - he says, - what flies and mosquitoes fly here at night. And you, brothers, do not fight, but lie on the stove at home!
The brothers were ashamed.
Sleep, they say, fell ...
On the third night, Ivan himself was going to go on patrol.
I, - he says, - I am going to a terrible battle! And you, brothers, do not sleep all night, listen: when you hear my whistle, release my horse and hurry to help me.
Ivan came - a peasant's son to the river Smorodina, stands under the Kalinovy bridge, waiting.
As time passed after midnight, the damp earth shook, the waters in the river agitated, violent winds howled, and eagles screamed from the oak trees. The twelve-headed miracle Yudo leaves. All twelve heads whistle, all twelve are bursting with fire-flames. The miracle-yuda horse has twelve wings, the horse's hair is copper, the tail and mane are iron.
As soon as the miracle Yudo drove onto the Kalinovy bridge, the horse stumbled under it, the black raven on its shoulder shook itself, the black dog bristled behind. Wonderful yudo of a horse with a whip on the sides, a crow - over its feathers, a dog - over its ears!
What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why, the black raven, roused himself? Why is the black dog bristling? Or do you feel that Ivan is a peasant's son here? So he was not yet born, and if he was born, he was not fit for the battle: only dunu - and his ashes will not remain! Ivan, a peasant's son, came out from under the viburnum bridge:
Wait, miracle Yudo, boast: how would you not be ashamed!
Is that you, Ivan, a peasant's son? Why did you come here?
Look at you, the power of the enemy, try your courage!
Where can you try my courage! You are a fly in front of me.
Ivan, a peasant's son, answers a miracle-yud:
I did not come to tell you fairy tales and not to listen to yours. I came to fight to the death, to save you, damned, good people!
Here Ivan swung his sharp sword and cut off three heads to the miracle Yuda. Miracle Yudo grabbed these heads, struck them with his fiery finger, put them to their necks, and immediately all the heads grew, as if they did not fall from their shoulders.
Ivan had a bad time: the miracle Yudo stuns him with a whistle, burns him with fire, shoots him with sparks, drives him up to his knees into the damp earth ... And they will laugh:
Would you like to rest, Ivan - the peasant's son?
What kind of rest? In our opinion - hit, cut, don't take care of yourself! - says Ivan.
He whistled, threw his right mitten into the hut, where the brothers were waiting for him. The mitten has knocked out all the glass in the windows, but the brothers are asleep, hearing nothing. Ivan gathered his strength, swung again, stronger than the previous one, and cut down six heads to a miracle-yuda. Miracle Yudo grabbed his heads, struck a fiery finger, put it to his necks - and again all the heads were in place. Here he rushed at Ivan, hammered him into the damp earth up to the waist.
Ivan sees - it's bad. He took off his left mitten and launched it into the hut. The mitten broke the roof, but the brothers are still asleep, they hear nothing.
For the third time, Ivan, a peasant's son, swung, and cut down nine heads to a miracle Yuda. Miracle Yudo grabbed them, struck them with a fiery finger, put them to their necks - the heads grew back again. Here he threw himself on Ivan and drove him into the damp earth up to his shoulders ...
Ivan took off his hat and threw it into the hut. From that blow, the hut staggered, almost rolled over the logs. Just then the brothers woke up, they heard - Ivanov's horse whinnies loudly and breaks from the chains.
They rushed to the stable, lowered their horse, and after him they themselves ran.
Ivanov's horse galloped up, began to beat the miracle Yudo with its hooves. The miracle Yudo whistled, hissed, and began to shower the horse with sparks.
And Ivan, the peasant's son, in the meantime, got out of the ground, contrived and cut off the fiery finger to the miracle-yuda.
Then let's chop off his heads. Hit every single one! I cut the body into small pieces and threw it into the Smorodina River.
Brothers come running here.
Eh, you! - says Ivan. - Because of your sleepiness, I almost paid with my head!
The brothers brought him to the hut, washed, fed, watered and put to bed.
Early in the morning, Ivan got up, began to dress and put on shoes.
Where did you go up so early? - say the brothers. - I would have rested after such a massacre!
No, - Ivan replies, - I have no time to rest: I'll go to the river Smorodina to look for my sash - I dropped it there.
Hunt you! - say the brothers. - Let's go to the city - buy a new one.
No, I need mine!
Ivan went to the river Smorodina, but he did not start looking for a sash, but crossed to the other bank through the Kalinovy bridge and crept unnoticed to the miraculous stone chambers. He went to the open window and began to listen - were they planning something else here?
He looks - three miraculous wives and a mother, an old snake, are sitting in the wards. They sit and talk.
The first says:
I will take revenge on Ivan, the peasant's son, for my husband! I’ll run ahead when he and his brothers return home, let the heat go, and I’ll turn myself into a well. If they want to drink water, they will fall dead from the first sip!
You thought of it well! - says the old snake.
The second says:
And I will run ahead and turn into an apple tree. If they want to eat one apple at a time, they will break them into small pieces!
And you came up with a good idea! - says the old snake.
And I, - says the third, - will let them sleep and doze, and I myself will run ahead and wrap myself in a soft carpet with silk pillows. If the brothers want to lie down and rest - then they will be burned with fire!
And you came up with a good idea! - said the snake. “Well, if you don’t destroy them, I myself will turn into a huge pig, catch up with them and swallow all three.
Ivan, the peasant's son, listened to these speeches and returned to the brothers.
Well, have you found your sash? the brothers ask.
And it was worth wasting time on it!
It was worth it, brothers!
After that, the brothers gathered and drove home,
They ride in the steppes, they ride in the meadows. And the day is so hot, so sultry. I feel thirsty - no patience! The brothers are watching - there is a well, a silver ladle is floating in the well. They say to Ivan:
Come on, brother, let's stop, we'll drink cold water and water the horses!
It is not known what water is in that well, - Ivan answers. - Maybe rotten and dirty.
He jumped off his horse and began to whip and cut this well with his sword. The well howled, roared in a bad voice. Then the fog descended, the heat subsided - I don't feel like drinking.
You see, brothers, what kind of water was in the well, - says Ivan.
How long or short they drove - they saw an apple tree. Apples hang on it, large and ruddy.
The brothers jumped off their horses, they wanted to pick apples.
And Ivan ran ahead and began to chop the apple tree with a sword to the very root. The apple tree howled, screamed ...
See, brothers, what kind of apple tree it is? The apples are not tasty on it!
They rode, rode and were very tired. They looked - a patterned, soft carpet was spread on the field, and on it were down pillows.
Let's lie down on this carpet, rest, take a nap for an hour! - say the brothers.
No, brothers, it won't lie softly on this carpet! - Ivan answers them.
The brothers got angry with him:
What kind of pointer are you for us: that is impossible, the other is impossible!
Ivan did not say a word in response. He took off his sash and threw it on the carpet. The sash burst into flames and burned.
That would be the same with you! - Ivan says to the brothers.
He went up to the carpet and started chopping the carpet and pillows into small pieces with a sword. Chopped up, scattered to the sides and said:
In vain you, brothers, grumbled at me! After all, the well, and the apple tree, and the carpet - all these were the miraculous wives of Judaism. They wanted to destroy us, but they did not succeed: they themselves all perished!
How many, how many have passed - suddenly the sky darkened, the wind howled, the earth began to hum: a huge pig was running after them. She opened her mouth to ears - she wants to swallow Ivan and her brothers. Here the good fellows, do not be bad, pulled out a pood of salt from their travel bags and threw the pig into the mouth.
The pig was overjoyed - it thought that Ivan, the peasant son with his brothers, had been seized. She stopped and began to chew the salt. And when she tasted it, she rushed off in pursuit again.
She runs, raised her bristles, snaps her teeth. Just about to catch up ...
Then Ivan ordered the brothers to gallop in different directions: one galloped to the right, the other to the left, and Ivan himself - forward.
A pig ran up, stopped - he didn't know who to catch up with first.
While she was thinking and twirling her muzzle in different directions, Ivan jumped up to her, lifted her up and hit the ground with full swing. The pig scattered into dust, and the wind scattered the dust in all directions.
Since then, all the miracles and snakes in that land have risen - people began to live without fear. And Ivan, a peasant son with his brothers, returned home, to his father, to his mother. And they began to live and live, plow the field and sow wheat.
In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived an old man and an old woman, and they had three sons. The youngest was named Ivanushka. They lived - they were not lazy, they worked all day, plowed arable land and sowed bread.
Suddenly, the news spread in that kingdom-state: the foul miracle is going to attack their land, to exterminate all people, to burn down the city-villages with fire. The old man and the old woman strangled, burst into grief. And the sons console them:
Do not grieve, father and mother, we will go to the miracle Yudo, we will fight to the death with him. And so that you do not yearn alone, let Ivanushka stay with you: he is still very young to go to battle.
No, - says Ivan, - it doesn't suit me at home to stay and wait for you, I'll go and fight with a miracle!
The old man and the old woman did not stop and dissuade Ivanushka, and they equipped all three sons on the road. The brothers took damask swords, took knapsacks with bread and salt, sat on good horses and drove off.
They drove, drove and arrived in some village. They look - there is not a single living soul around, everything is scorched, broken, there is only one small hut, barely holding on. The brothers entered the hut. An old woman lies on the stove and groans.
Hello, grandmother, the brothers say.
Hello, good fellows! Where are you heading?
We are going, grandmother, to the Smorodina river, to the Kalinov bridge. We want to fight with a miracle Yud, not to allow us to our land.
Oh, well done, we got down to business! After all, he, the villain, ruined everyone, plundered, betrayed a cruel death. Nearby kingdoms - even a rolling ball. And he began to call in here. In this direction, only I was left: apparently, I am a miracle and am not good for food.
The brothers spent the night with the old woman, got up early in the morning and set off again on the road.
They drive up to the river Smorodina itself, to the Kalinov bridge. Human bones lie along the entire coast.
The brothers found an empty hut and decided to stay in it.
Well, brothers, - says Ivan, - we drove into an alien side, we need to listen to everything and look closely. Let's take turns to go to the patrol so that the miracle Yudo does not pass through the Kalinov bridge.
On the first night, the elder brother went on patrol. He walked along the bank, looked at the river Smorodina - everything was quiet, there was no one to see, nothing to hear. He lay down under the bush and fell asleep soundly, snoring loudly.
And Ivan lies in the hut, cannot fall asleep in any way. He does not sleep, does not doze. As time went past midnight, he took his damask sword and went to the river Smorodina. He looks - under a bush, the elder brother is sleeping, snoring as hard as he can. Ivan did not wake him up, hid under the Kalinov bridge, standing, guarding the crossing.
Suddenly, the waters on the river were agitated, eagles screamed on the oak trees - a miracle yudo with six heads was leaving. He rode out to the middle of the Kalinov Bridge - the horse stumbled under him, the black raven on his shoulder shook himself, behind the black dog bristled.
The six-headed miracle Yudo says:
What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why, the black raven, roused himself? Why is the black dog bristling? Or do you feel that Ivan is a peasant's son here? So he was not yet born, and if he was born, he was not fit for the battle. I'll put him on one hand, slam him with the other - it will only get wet!
Ivan, a peasant's son, came out from under the bridge and said:
Do not boast, you filthy miracle Yudo! Without having shot a clear falcon, it is too early to pinch the feathers. Without recognizing the good fellow, there is nothing to blaspheme against him. Let's better try to force; whoever prevails will boast.
So they came together, drew level and hit so severely that all around the earth groaned.
Miracle Yuda was not lucky: Ivan is a peasant's son, with one sweep he knocked off three heads.
Stop, Ivan is a peasant son! - shouts the miracle Yudo. - Give me a break!
What a break! You, miracle Yudo, have three heads, and I have one! This is how you will have one head, then we will begin to rest.
Again they came together, hit again.
Ivan, the peasant's son, cut off the miracle Yuda and the last three heads. After that, he cut the body into small pieces and threw it into the Smorodina River, and put six heads under the Kalinov bridge. He himself returned to the hut.
In the morning the elder brother comes. Ivan asks him:
Well, have you seen what?
No, brothers, no fly flew past me.
Ivan did not say a word to him.
The next night, the middle brother went on patrol. He walked, walked, looked around and calmed down. Climbed into the bushes and fell asleep.
Ivan did not rely on him either. As time went past midnight, he immediately equipped himself, took his sharp sword and went to the river Smorodina. He hid under the Kalinov bridge and began to watch.
Suddenly, the waters on the river were agitated, eagles screamed on the oak trees - a nine-headed miracle Yudo was leaving. Only on Kalinov the bridge drove - the horse stumbled under it, the black raven on its shoulder started, behind the black dog bristled ... The miracle of the horse - on the sides, the crow - on the feathers, the dog - on the ears!
What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why, the black raven, roused himself? Why is the black dog bristling? Or do you feel that Ivan is a peasant's son here? So he was not yet born, and if he was born, he was not fit for a battle: I will kill him with one finger!
Ivan, a peasant's son, jumped out from under the Kalinov bridge:
Wait, miracle Yudo, don't boast, get down to business first! It is not yet known who will take it.
As Ivan waved his damask sword once, twice, so he took six heads off the miracle-yud. And the miracle Yudo hit Ivan on the knee and drove the earth into the cheese. Ivan, a peasant's son, seized a handful of land and threw his opponent right in the eyes. While the miracle Yudo wiped and cleaned his eyes, Ivan cut off the rest of his heads. Then he took the body, cut it into small pieces and threw it into the Smorodina River, and put the nine heads under the Kalinov bridge. He himself returned to the hut, lay down and fell asleep.
In the morning the middle brother comes.
Well, - asks Ivan, - haven't you seen what during the night?
No, not a single fly flew near me, not a single mosquito squeaked nearby.
Well, if so, come with me, dear brothers, I'll show you a mosquito and a fly!
Ivan brought the brothers under the Kalinov bridge, showed them the miraculous heads of Judas.
Here, - he says, - what flies and mosquitoes fly here at night! You do not fight, but lie on the stove at home.
The brothers were ashamed.
Sleep, they say, fell ...
On the third night, Ivan himself was going to go on patrol.
I, - he says, - I am going to a terrible battle, and you, brothers, do not sleep all night, listen: when you hear my whistle - release my horse and hurry to help me.
Ivan came - a peasant's son to the river Smorodina, stands under the Kalinovy bridge, waiting.
Only time passed after midnight, the earth swayed damp, the waters in the river were agitated, violent winds howled, eagles screamed at the oak trees ... The twelve-headed miracle yudo leaves. All twelve heads whistle, all twelve are bursting with fire-flames. The horse is a miracle-yuda with twelve wings, the horse's hair is copper, the tail and mane are iron. As soon as the miracle Yudo drove onto the Kalinov Bridge, the horse stumbled under it, the black raven on its shoulder shook itself, the black dog bristled behind. Wonderful yudo of a horse with a whip on the sides, a crow - over its feathers, a dog - over its ears!
What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why, the black raven, roused himself? Why is the black dog bristling? Or do you feel that Ivan is a peasant's son here? So he was not yet born, and even if he was born, he was not fit for a battle: I just blow - he will not be left to ashes!
Ivan, a peasant's son, came out from under the Kalinov bridge:
Wait to boast: how not to be ashamed!
It's you, Ivan - the peasant's son! Why did you come?
Look at you, the power of the enemy, and try your fortress.
Where can you try my fortress! You are a fly in front of me.
Ivan, a peasant's son, answers a miracle-yud:
I came neither to tell you stories, nor to listen to yours. I came to fight to the death, to save you, damned, good people!
Ivan swung his sharp sword and cut off three heads to the miracle Yuda. Miracle Yudo picked up these heads, scribbled over them with his fiery finger - and immediately all the heads grew, as if they did not fall from their shoulders.
Ivan, the peasant's son, had a bad time: the miracle Yudo stuns him with a whistle, burns and burns with fire, sprinkles with sparks, drives the earth into cheese up to his knees. And he chuckles:
Do you want to rest, get better, Ivan is a peasant's son?
What a rest! In our opinion - hit, cut, don't take care of yourself! - says Ivan.
He whistled, barked, threw his right mitten into the hut where the brothers remained. The mitten knocked out all the glass in the windows, but the brothers are asleep, hearing nothing.
Ivan pulled himself together, swung again, stronger than before, and cut down six heads to a miracle-yuda.
Miracle Yudo grabbed his heads, scribbled a fiery finger - and again all the heads were in place. Here he rushed at Ivan, hammered him into the damp earth up to his waist.
Ivan sees - it's bad. He took off his left mitten and launched it into the hut. The mitten broke the roof, but the brothers are still asleep, they hear nothing.
For the third time, Ivan, the peasant's son, swung even stronger and cut down nine heads to the Miracle Yuda. Miracle Yudo picked them up, scribbled a fiery finger - the heads grew back again. Here he threw himself on Ivan and drove him into the ground up to his shoulders.
Ivan took off his hat and threw it into the hut. From that blow, the hut staggered, almost rolled over the logs.
Just then the brothers woke up, they heard - Ivanov's horse whinnies loudly and breaks from the chains.
They rushed to the stable, lowered the horse, and after him they themselves ran to Ivan's aid.
Ivanov's horse came running, began to beat the miracle Yudo with its hooves. The miracle yudo whistled, hissed, began to shower the horse with sparks ... And Ivan, the peasant's son, in the meantime, got out of the earth, got used to it and cut off the fiery finger to the miracle yudo. After that, let's chop off his heads, knocked every one of them, cut his torso into small pieces and threw everything into the river Smorodina.
Brothers come running here.
Oh you, sleepyheads! - says Ivan. - Because of your sleep, I almost paid with my head.
The brothers brought him to the hut, washed, fed, watered and put to bed.
Early in the morning, Ivan got up, began to dress and put on shoes.
Where did you go up so early? - say the brothers. - I would have rested after such a massacre.
No, - Ivan replies, - I have no time to rest: I’ll go to the river Smorodina to look for my handkerchief - I dropped it.
Hunt you! - say the brothers. - Let's go to the city - buy a new one.
No, I need one!
Ivan went to the river Smorodina, crossed to the other bank across the Kalinov bridge and crept to the miraculous stone chambers. He went up to the open window and began to listen if they were planning anything else here. He looks - three miraculous wives and a mother, an old snake, are sitting in the wards. They sit and talk themselves.
The elder says:
I will take revenge on Ivan, the peasant's son, for my husband! I’ll run ahead when he and his brothers return home, let the heat go, and I’ll turn myself into a well. If they want to drink water, they will burst from the first sip!
You thought of it well! - says the old snake.
The second said:
And I will run ahead and turn into an apple tree. If they want to eat one apple at a time, they will break them into small particles!
And you thought well! - says the old snake.
And I, - says the third, - will let them sleep and doze, and I myself will run ahead and turn around in a soft carpet with silk pillows. If the brothers want to lie down, rest - then they will be burnt with fire!
The snake answers her:
And you came up with a good idea! Well, my dear daughters-in-law, if you do not destroy them, then tomorrow I myself will catch up with them and swallow all three.
Ivan, the peasant's son, listened to all this and returned to his brothers.
Well, did you find your handkerchief? the brothers ask.
And it was worth wasting time on it!
It was worth it, brothers!
After that, the brothers gathered and drove home.
They ride in the steppes, they ride in the meadows. And the day is so hot that there is no patience, thirst exhausted. The brothers are watching - there is a well, a silver ladle is floating in the well. They say to Ivan:
Come on, brother, let's stop, we'll drink cold water and water the horses.
It is not known what water is in that well, - Ivan answers. - Maybe rotten and dirty.
He jumped off his good horse, began to whip and chop this well with a sword. The well howled, roared in a bad voice. Suddenly a fog descended, the heat subsided, and I don't feel like drinking.
You see, brothers, what water was in the well! - says Ivan.
How long or short - saw an apple tree. Ripe and ruddy apples hang on it.
The brothers jumped off their horses, they were about to pick the apples, and Ivan, the peasant's son, ran ahead and began to chop and chop the apple tree with a sword. The apple tree howled, screamed ...
See, brothers, what kind of apple tree it is? The apples are not tasty on it!
They rode, rode and were very tired. They look - there is a soft carpet on the field, and there are down pillows on it.
Let's lie down on this carpet, rest a little! - say the brothers.
No, brothers, it won't lie softly on this carpet! - Ivan answers.
The brothers got angry with him:
What kind of pointer are you for us: that is impossible, the other is impossible!
Ivan did not say a word in response, took off his sash and threw it on the carpet. The sash burst into flames - nothing remained in place.
So it would be the same with you! - Ivan says to the brothers.
He went up to the carpet and started chopping the carpet and pillows into small pieces with a sword. Chopped up, scattered to the sides and said:
In vain you, brothers, grumbled at me! After all, the well, and the apple tree, and this carpet - all were miraculous wives. They wanted to destroy us, but they did not succeed: they themselves all perished!
How many, how many have passed - suddenly the sky darkened, the wind howled, hummed: the old snake itself was flying after them. She opened her mouth from heaven to earth - she wants to swallow Ivan and her brothers. Here the good fellows, do not be bad, pulled out a pood of salt from their travel bags and threw the snake into the mouth.
The snake was delighted - she thought that Ivan, the peasant's son with his brothers, was captured. She stopped and began to chew the salt. And as she tasted and realized that these were not good fellows, she again rushed in pursuit.
Ivan sees that the trouble is imminent, - he set the horse in full speed, and the brothers followed him. They jumped and jumped, jumped and jumped ...
They looked - there was a smithy, and in that smithy twelve blacksmiths were working.
Blacksmiths, blacksmiths, - says Ivan, - let us into your smithy!
The blacksmiths let the brothers, they themselves closed the smithy behind them on twelve iron doors, on twelve forged locks.
The snake flew up to the forge and shouts:
Blacksmiths, blacksmiths, give me Ivan - a peasant son with brothers! And the blacksmiths answered her:
Cast your tongue twelve iron doors, then you will take it!
The snake began to lick the iron doors. Lick-lick, lick-lick - she licked eleven doors. There is only one door left ...
The snake was tired and sat down to rest.
Then Ivan, the peasant's son, jumped out of the smithy, picked up the snake and hit it with all his might against the damp earth. It crumbled into small dust, and the wind scattered that dust in all directions. Since then, all the miracles and snakes in that land have risen, people began to live without fear.
And Ivan - the peasant's son with his brothers returned home, to his father, to his mother, and they began to live and live, to plow the field and collect bread.
The tale of the brave young man Ivan, who, together with his brothers, went to battle with the miracle Yudo. Ivan fought the monster for a long time and defeated him. And then he defeated his wives ...
Ivan - the peasant son and the miracle Yudo read
In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived an old man and an old woman, and they had three sons. The youngest was named Ivanushka. They lived - they were not lazy, they worked from morning till night: they plowed arable land and sowed bread.
Suddenly, bad news spread in that kingdom-state: a foul miracle is going to attack their land, to exterminate all people, to set fire to all the city-villages. The old man and the old woman strangled, burst into grief. And the eldest sons console them:
Do not grieve, father and mother! Let's go to the miracle Yudo, we will fight to the death with him! And so that you do not yearn alone, let Ivanushka stay with you: he is still very young to go to battle.
No, - says Ivanushka, - I don’t want to stay at home and wait for you, I’ll go and fight with a miracle!
The old man and the old woman did not stop him and dissuade him. they equipped all three sons for the journey. The brothers took heavy cudgels, took knapsacks with bread and salt, mounted good horses and drove off. 
Whether they drove long or short, they met an old man.
Great, good fellows!
Hello grandfather!
Where are you taking your way?
We are going with a filthy miracle-yud to fight, fight, defend our native land!
This is a good thing! Only for the battle you do not need clubs, but damask swords.
And where to get them, grandfather?
And I will teach you. Go on, you good young people, everything is straight. You will reach a high mountain. And in that mountain there is a deep cave. The entrance to it is littered with a large stone. Roll off the stone, enter the cave and find damask swords there.
The brothers thanked the passer-by and drove straight as he taught. They see - there is a high mountain, on one side a large gray stone has been rolled over. The brothers rolled away the stone and entered the cave. And there you can’t count all kinds of weapons! They chose their sword and moved on.
Thank you, they say, to a passer-by. It will be much more convenient for us to fight with swords!
They drove, drove and arrived in some village. They look - there is not a single living soul around. Everything is burned out, broken. 
There is one small hut. The brothers entered the hut. An old woman lies on the stove and groans.
Hello grandma! - say the brothers.
Hello fellows! Where are you heading?
We are going, grandmother, to the river Smorodina, to the Kalinovy bridge, we want to fight with a miracle, and not allow us to enter our land.
Oh, well done, we took up a good deed! After all, he, the villain, ravaged and plundered everyone! And he got to us. I alone survived here ...
The brothers spent the night with the old woman, got up early in the morning and set off again on the road.
They drive up to the river Smorodina itself, to the Kalinovy bridge. All along the shore lie swords and broken bows, human bones lie.
The brothers found an empty hut and decided to stay in it.
Well, brothers, - says Ivan, - we drove into an alien side, we need to listen to everything and look closely. Let's take turns to go on patrol so that the miracle Yudo does not pass through the Kalinovy bridge.
On the first night, the elder brother went on patrol. He walked along the bank, looked across the river Smorodina - everything was quiet, there was no one to see, nothing to hear. The elder brother lay down under the bush and fell asleep soundly, snoring loudly.
And Ivan lies in the hut - he cannot sleep, he does not doze. As time went past midnight, he took his damask sword and went to the river Smorodina.
He looks - under a bush, the elder brother is sleeping, snoring as hard as he can. Ivan did not wake him up. He hid under the Kalinov bridge, stands guarding the crossing.
Suddenly the waters on the river were agitated, eagles screamed on the oak trees - a miracle yudo with six heads was approaching. He rode out to the middle of the viburnum bridge - the horse stumbled under him, the black raven on his shoulder started, and behind the black dog bristled.
The six-headed miracle Yudo says:
What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why are you, black raven, roused? Why are you black dog bristling? Or do you sense that Ivan is a peasant's son here? So he was not yet born, and if he was born, he was not fit for the battle! I'll put him on one hand, slam him with the other! 
Ivan, a peasant's son, came out from under the bridge and said:
Do not boast, you filthy miracle Yudo! Didn't shoot a clear falcon - it's too early to pinch feathers! I did not recognize the good fellow - there is nothing to shame him! Let's better try the strength: whoever overcomes, he will boast.
So they came together, drew level and hit so hard that the ground all around began to hum. 
Miracle Yuda was not lucky: Ivan, a peasant's son, knocked three heads off with one stroke.
Stop, Ivan is a peasant son! - shouts the miracle Yudo. - Give me a break!
What a rest! You, miracle Yudo, have three heads, and I have one. This is how you will have one head, then we will begin to rest.
Again they came together, hit again.
Ivan, the peasant's son, cut off the miracle Yuda and the last three heads. After that, he cut the body into small pieces and threw it into the Smorodina River, and put six heads under the Kalinov bridge. He himself returned to the hut and went to bed.
In the morning the elder brother comes. Ivan asks him:
Well, haven't you seen what?
No, brothers, a fly didn't fly past me!
Ivan did not say a word to him.
The next night, the middle brother went on patrol. He walked, walked, looked around and calmed down. Climbed into the bushes and fell asleep.
Ivan did not rely on him either. As time went past midnight, he immediately equipped himself, took his sharp sword and went to the river Smorodina. He hid under the Kalinovy bridge and began to watch.
Suddenly the waters on the river were agitated, eagles screamed on the oak trees - a miracle-yudo nine-headed one was approaching, Only on the viburnum bridge he drove - a horse stumbled under him, a black raven on his shoulder shook, behind a black dog bristled ... feathers, a dog - over the ears!
What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why are you, black crow, startled? Why are you black dog bristling? Or do you sense that Ivan is a peasant, his son is here? So he was not yet born, and even if he was born, he was not fit for the battle: I will kill him with one finger!
Ivan, a peasant's son, jumped out from under the viburnum bridge:
Wait, miracle Yudo, don't boast, get down to business first! Let's see who will take it!
As Ivan swung his damask sword once or twice, he took six heads off the miracle. And the miracle Yudo hit - drove Ivan to the damp earth on his knees. Ivan, a peasant's son, grabbed a handful of sand and threw it right into the eyes of his enemy. While the miracle Yudo wiped and cleaned his eyes, Ivan cut off the rest of his heads. Then he cut the body into small pieces, threw them into the Smorodina River, and laid nine heads under the Kalinovy bridge. He himself returned to the hut. I lay down and fell asleep as if nothing had happened.
In the morning the middle brother comes.
Well, - asks Ivan, - haven't you seen what during the night?
No, not a single fly flew near me, not a single mosquito squeaked.
Well, if so, come with me, dear brothers, I'll show you a mosquito and a fly.
Ivan brought the brothers under the Kalinovy bridge, showed them the miraculous heads of Judas.
Here, - he says, - what flies and mosquitoes fly here at night. And you, brothers, do not fight, but lie on the stove at home!
The brothers were ashamed.
Sleep, they say, fell ...
On the third night, Ivan himself was going to go on patrol.
I, - he says, - I am going to a terrible battle! And you, brothers, do not sleep all night, listen: when you hear my whistle, release my horse and hurry to help me.
Ivan came - a peasant's son to the river Smorodina, stands under the Kalinovy bridge, waiting.
As time passed after midnight, the damp earth shook, the waters in the river agitated, violent winds howled, and eagles screamed from the oak trees. The twelve-headed miracle Yudo leaves. All twelve heads whistle, all twelve are bursting with fire-flames. The miracle-yuda horse has twelve wings, the horse's hair is copper, the tail and mane are iron.
As soon as the miracle Yudo drove onto the Kalinovy bridge, the horse stumbled under it, the black raven on its shoulder shook itself, the black dog bristled behind. Wonderful yudo of a horse with a whip on the sides, a crow - over its feathers, a dog - over its ears! 
What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why, the black raven, roused himself? Why is the black dog bristling? Or do you feel that Ivan is a peasant's son here? So he was not yet born, and if he was born, he was not fit for the battle: only dunu - and his ashes will not remain! Ivan, a peasant's son, came out from under the viburnum bridge:
Wait, miracle Yudo, boast: how would you not be ashamed!
Is that you, Ivan, a peasant's son? Why did you come here?
Look at you, the power of the enemy, try your courage!
Where can you try my courage! You are a fly in front of me.
Ivan, a peasant's son, answers a miracle-yud:
I did not come to tell you fairy tales and not to listen to yours. I came to fight to the death, to save you, damned, good people!
Here Ivan swung his sharp sword and cut off three heads to the miracle Yuda. Miracle Yudo grabbed these heads, struck them with his fiery finger, put them to their necks, and immediately all the heads grew, as if they did not fall from their shoulders.
Ivan had a bad time: the miracle Yudo stuns him with a whistle, burns him with fire, shoots him with sparks, drives him up to his knees into the damp earth ... And they will laugh:
Would you like to rest, Ivan - the peasant's son?
What kind of rest? In our opinion - hit, cut, don't take care of yourself! - says Ivan.
He whistled, threw his right mitten into the hut, where the brothers were waiting for him. The mitten has knocked out all the glass in the windows, but the brothers are asleep, hearing nothing. Ivan gathered his strength, swung again, stronger than the previous one, and cut down six heads to a miracle-yuda. Miracle Yudo grabbed his heads, struck a fiery finger, put it to his necks - and again all the heads were in place. Here he rushed at Ivan, hammered him into the damp earth up to the waist.
Ivan sees - it's bad. He took off his left mitten and launched it into the hut. The mitten broke the roof, but the brothers are still asleep, they hear nothing.
For the third time, Ivan, a peasant's son, swung, and cut down nine heads to a miracle Yuda. Miracle Yudo grabbed them, struck them with a fiery finger, put them to their necks - the heads grew back again. Here he threw himself on Ivan and drove him into the damp earth up to his shoulders ...
Ivan took off his hat and threw it into the hut. From that blow, the hut staggered, almost rolled over the logs. Just then the brothers woke up, they heard - Ivanov's horse whinnies loudly and breaks from the chains. 
They rushed to the stable, lowered their horse, and after him they themselves ran.
Ivanov's horse galloped up, began to beat the miracle Yudo with its hooves. The miracle Yudo whistled, hissed, and began to shower the horse with sparks.
And Ivan, the peasant's son, in the meantime, got out of the ground, contrived and cut off the fiery finger to the miracle-yuda.
Then let's chop off his heads. Hit every single one! I cut the body into small pieces and threw it into the Smorodina River. 
Brothers come running here.
Eh, you! - says Ivan. - Because of your sleepiness, I almost paid with my head!
The brothers brought him to the hut, washed, fed, watered and put to bed.
Early in the morning, Ivan got up, began to dress and put on shoes.
Where did you go up so early? - say the brothers. - I would have rested after such a massacre!
No, - Ivan replies, - I have no time to rest: I'll go to the river Smorodina to look for my sash - I dropped it there.
Hunt you! - say the brothers. - Let's go to the city - buy a new one.
No, I need mine!
Ivan went to the river Smorodina, but he did not start looking for a sash, but crossed to the other bank through the Kalinovy bridge and crept unnoticed to the miraculous stone chambers. He went to the open window and began to listen - were they planning something else here?
He looks - three miraculous wives and a mother, an old snake, are sitting in the wards. They sit and talk. 
The first says:
I will take revenge on Ivan, the peasant's son, for my husband! I’ll run ahead when he and his brothers return home, let the heat go, and I’ll turn myself into a well. If they want to drink water, they will fall dead from the first sip!
You thought of it well! - says the old snake.
The second says:
And I will run ahead and turn into an apple tree. If they want to eat one apple at a time, they will break them into small pieces!
And you came up with a good idea! - says the old snake.
And I, - says the third, - will let them sleep and doze, and I myself will run ahead and wrap myself in a soft carpet with silk pillows. If the brothers want to lie down and rest - then they will be burned with fire!
And you came up with a good idea! - said the snake. “Well, if you don’t destroy them, I myself will turn into a huge pig, catch up with them and swallow all three.
Ivan, the peasant's son, listened to these speeches and returned to the brothers.
Well, have you found your sash? the brothers ask.
And it was worth wasting time on it!
It was worth it, brothers!
After that, the brothers gathered and drove home,
They ride in the steppes, they ride in the meadows. And the day is so hot, so sultry. I feel thirsty - no patience! The brothers are watching - there is a well, a silver ladle is floating in the well. 
They say to Ivan:
Come on, brother, let's stop, we'll drink cold water and water the horses!
It is not known what water is in that well, - Ivan answers. - Maybe rotten and dirty.
He jumped off his horse and began to whip and cut this well with his sword. The well howled, roared in a bad voice. Then the fog descended, the heat subsided - I don't feel like drinking.
You see, brothers, what kind of water was in the well, - says Ivan.
How long or short they drove - they saw an apple tree. Apples hang on it, large and ruddy.
The brothers jumped off their horses, they wanted to pick apples.
And Ivan ran ahead and began to chop the apple tree with a sword to the very root. The apple tree howled, screamed ...
See, brothers, what kind of apple tree it is? The apples are not tasty on it!
They rode, rode and were very tired. They looked - a patterned, soft carpet was spread on the field, and on it were down pillows.
Let's lie down on this carpet, rest, take a nap for an hour! - say the brothers.
No, brothers, it won't lie softly on this carpet! - Ivan answers them.
The brothers got angry with him:
What kind of pointer are you for us: that is impossible, the other is impossible!
Ivan did not say a word in response. He took off his sash and threw it on the carpet. The sash burst into flames and burned. 
That would be the same with you! - Ivan says to the brothers.
He went up to the carpet and started chopping the carpet and pillows into small pieces with a sword. Chopped up, scattered to the sides and said:
In vain you, brothers, grumbled at me! After all, the well, and the apple tree, and the carpet - all these were the miraculous wives of Judaism. They wanted to destroy us, but they did not succeed: they themselves all perished!
How many, how many have passed - suddenly the sky darkened, the wind howled, the earth began to hum: a huge pig was running after them. She opened her mouth to ears - she wants to swallow Ivan and her brothers. Here the good fellows, do not be bad, pulled out a pood of salt from their travel bags and threw the pig into the mouth.
The pig was overjoyed - it thought that Ivan, the peasant son with his brothers, had been seized. She stopped and began to chew the salt. And when she tasted it, she rushed off in pursuit again.
She runs, raised her bristles, snaps her teeth. Just about to catch up ...
Then Ivan ordered the brothers to gallop in different directions: one galloped to the right, the other to the left, and Ivan himself - forward.
A pig ran up, stopped - he didn't know who to catch up with first.
While she was thinking and twirling her muzzle in different directions, Ivan jumped up to her, lifted her up and hit the ground with full swing. The pig scattered into dust, and the wind scattered the dust in all directions. 
Since then, all the miracles and snakes in that land have risen - people began to live without fear. And Ivan, a peasant son with his brothers, returned home, to his father, to his mother. And they began to live and live, plow the field and sow wheat. 
(Ill. N. Kochergina, Karelian book publishing house, Petrozavodsk, 1963)
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