Tatar fairy tales. Card file (preparatory group) on the topic: Tatar folk tales and games Fairy tales about animals in the Tatar language
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There was once a man named Safa. So he decided to wander around the world and says to his wife:
I'll go see how people live. How many, you never know, he walked, only came to the edge of the forest and saw: an evil old woman ubr attacked the swan, wants to destroy her. The swan screams, torns, fights back, but cannot escape ... Udr overcomes her.
Safa took pity on the white swan and rushed to her aid. The evil ujr got scared and ran away.
The swan thanked Safu for her help and said:
My three sisters live behind this forest, on the lake.
In ancient times, there lived a young shepherd named Alpamsha. He had neither relatives nor friends, he grazed other people's livestock and spent days and nights with the herd in the wide steppe. Once, in early spring, Alpamsha found a sick gosling on the shore of the lake and was very happy about his find. He went out to goose, fed him, and by the end of summer the little goose turned into a big goose. He grew up completely tame and did not leave Alpamsha even a step. But then autumn has come. Flocks of goose stretched to the south. Once a shepherd's goose stuck to one flock and flew away to unknown lands. And Alpamsha was left alone again. "I left him, I fed him, and he left me without pity!" the shepherd thought sadly. Then an old man came up to him and said:
Hey, Alpamsha! Go to the battle of batyrs, which is arranged by the padishah. Remember: whoever wins, that will be the daughter of the padishah - Sandugach and half of the kingdom.
How can I compete with batyrs! Such a struggle is not within my power, - answered Alpamsha.
And the old man stood his ground:
Once upon a time there lived an old man, and he had a son. They lived poorly, in a small old house. Now it's time for the old man to die. He called his son and said to him:
I have nothing to leave you as an inheritance, son, except for my shoes. Wherever you go, always take them with you, they will be useful to you.
The father died, and the horseman was left alone. He was fifteen or sixteen years old.
He decided to go to the white world to seek happiness. Before leaving home, he remembered his father's words and put his shoes in his bag, while he went barefoot.
Once upon a time, one poor man had to go on a long journey together with two greedy beys. They rode, rode and reached the inn. We stopped at an inn, cooked porridge for dinner. When the porridge was ripe, they sat down to supper. They put the porridge on a dish, pushed a hole in the middle, poured oil into the hole.
Whoever wants to be just must follow the straight path. Like this! - said the first buy and ran a spoon over the porridge from top to bottom; oil flowed from the hole towards him.
But in my opinion, life is changing every day, and the time is near when everything will mix up like this!
So the bays did not manage to deceive the poor man.
By the evening of the next day, they again stopped at the inn. And they had one roast goose in stock for three. Before going to bed, they agreed that in the morning the goose would get the one who saw the best dream at night.
They woke up in the morning, and each began to tell his dream.
The tailor was walking along the road. A hungry wolf is walking towards him. The wolf came up to the tailor and snapped his teeth. The tailor says to him:
Oh wolf! I see you want to eat me. Well, I dare not resist your desire. Just let me first measure you both in length and in width to find out if I fit in your stomach.
The wolf agreed, although he was impatient: he wanted to eat the tailor as soon as possible.
In ancient times, they say, a man and his wife lived in the same village. They lived very poorly. So poor that their house, smeared with clay, only stood on forty props, otherwise it would have fallen. And yet, they say, they had a son. For people, sons are like sons, but for these, the son does not get off the stove, everything plays with the cat. Teaches a cat to speak human language and walk on its hind legs.
Time goes by, mother and father are getting old. Day is like, two lie down. They became quite ailing, and soon they died. They were buried by their neighbors ...
The son lies on the stove, crying bitterly, asks the cat for his advice, because now, except for the cat, he has no one left in the whole wide world.
In one ancient aul lived three brothers - deaf, blind and legless. They lived poorly, and then one day they decided to go hunting in the forest. They did not gather for long: there was nothing in their sakla. The blind man put the legless man on his shoulders, the deaf man took the blind man by the arm and they set off into the forest. The brothers built a hut, made a bow out of dogwood, arrows out of reeds, and began to hunt.
Once, in the dark damp thicket, the brothers came across a small saklya, knocked on the door, and a girl came out to knock. The brothers told her about themselves and suggested:
Be our sister. We will go hunting, and you will look after us.
A poor man lived in ancient times in one village. His name was Gulnazek.
Once, when there was not a crumb of bread left in the house and there was nothing to feed his wife and children, Gulnazek decided to try his luck on the hunt.
He cut a willow rod and made a bow out of it. Then he chipped a torch, cut out the arrows and set off into the forest.
For a long time Gulnazek wandered through the forest. But he did not meet a beast or a bird in the forest, but ran into a giant divine. Gulnazek got scared. He does not know how to be, does not know how to save him from the diva. And the div went up to him and asked menacingly:
Who are you? Why did you come here?
In ancient times, an old uyr woman, a witch, lived in a dark forest. She was angry, disheartened, and all her life she had incited people to do bad things. And the old woman had a son. Once he went to the village and saw there a beautiful girl named Gulchechek. He liked her. At night, he dragged Gulchechek from his home and brought him to a dense forest. The three of them began to live. Once the son got ready to go on a long journey.
Gulchechek remained in the forest with an angry old woman. She was yearning and began to ask:
Let me visit my family! I miss you here ...
She did not let her go.
Nowhere, - he says, - I won't let you go, live here!
In a deep, deep forest there lived one shaitan. He was small in stature, even very small and very hairy. But his hands were long, his fingers were long and the nails on them were long. And he also had a special nose - also long as a chisel, and strong as iron. That was what they called him - Chisel. Whoever came to him in the urman (deep forest) alone, Chisel-Nose killed in a dream with his long nose.
Once a hunter came to urman. When evening came, he made a fire. Sees, Chisel-Nose is going to him.
- What do you want here? The hunter asks.
- Get warm, - the shaitan answers.
Tatars- this is the people living in Russia, is the main population of Tatarstan (2 million people). Tatars also live in Bashkiria, Udmurtia, Orenburg, Perm, Samara, Ulyanovsk, Sverdlovsk, Tyumen, Chelyabinsk regions, in the city of Moscow, in the Southern and Siberian federal districts. A total of 5.6 million Tatars live in Russia (2002) The total number of Tatars worldwide is about 6.8 million. They speak the Tatar language, which belongs to the Turkic group of the Altai language family. Believing Tatars are Sunni Muslims.
Tatars are divided into three ethno-territorial groups: Volga-Ural Tatars, Siberian Tatars, and Astrakhan Tatars. Crimean Tatars are considered to be an independent people.
For the first time the ethnonym "Tatars" appeared among the Mongol tribes who roamed in the 6-9 centuries southeast of Lake Baikal. In the 13th century, with the Mongol-Tatar invasion, the name "Tatars" became known in Europe. In the 13-14 centuries, it was extended to some nomadic peoples that were part of the Golden Horde. In the 16-19 centuries, many Turkic-speaking peoples were called Tatars in Russian sources. In the 20th century, the ethnonym "Tatars" was entrenched mainly for the Volga-Ural Tatars. In other cases, they resort to specifying definitions (Crimean Tatars, Siberian Tatars, Kasimov Tatars).
The beginning of the penetration of the Turkic-speaking tribes into the Urals and the Volga region dates back to 3-4 centuries and is associated with the era of the Great Migration of Peoples. Settling in the Urals and the Volga region, they perceived elements of the culture of the local Finno-Ugric peoples, and partially mixed with them. In the 5-7 centuries, the second wave of the advancement of the Turkic-speaking tribes into the forest and forest-steppe regions of Western Siberia, the Urals and the Volga region took place, associated with the expansion of the Turkic Kaganate. In the 7-8 centuries, the Turkic-speaking Bulgar tribes came to the Volga region from the Azov region, which in the 10th century created a state - the Volga-Kama Bulgaria. In the 13-15 centuries, when most of the Turkic-speaking tribes were part of the Golden Horde, their language and culture were leveled. In the 15-16 centuries, during the existence of the Kazan, Astrakhan, Crimean, Siberian khanates, there was the formation of separate Tatar ethnic groups - Kazan Tatars, Mishars, Astrakhan Tatars, Siberian Tatars, Crimean Tatars.
Until the 20th century, the bulk of the Tatars were engaged in agriculture; in the economy of the Astrakhan Tatars, cattle breeding and fishing played the main role. A significant part of the Tatars was engaged in various handicraft industries (making patterned shoes and other leather goods, weaving, embroidery, jewelry). The material culture of the Tatars was influenced by the cultures of the peoples of Central Asia, and from the end of the 16th century - by Russian culture.
The traditional dwelling of the Volga-Ural Tatars was a log cabin, fenced off from the street by a fence. The external facade was decorated with multicolored paintings. The Astrakhan Tatars, who preserved the steppe cattle-breeding traditions, used a yurt as a summer dwelling. The clothes of men and women consisted of wide-step trousers and a shirt (for women it was supplemented with an embroidered bib), on which a sleeveless camisole was worn. A Kazakin served as outerwear, in winter - a quilted beshmet or a fur coat. The headdress of men is a skullcap, and on top of it is a hemispherical cap with fur or a felt hat; women have an embroidered velvet cap and scarf. Traditional shoes are leather ichigi with soft soles; outside the house they wore leather galoshes.
TATARIA (Republic TATARSTAN) is located in the east of the East European Plain. The area of the republic is 68 thousand km 2. Population 3.8 million people. The main population is Tatars (51.3%), Russians (41%), Chuvash (3%). The capital of Tatarstan is a city Kazan... The republic was formed on May 27, 1920 as the Tatar ASSR. Since 1992 - the Republic of Tatarstan.
The settlement of the territory of the modern Republic of Tatarstan began in the Paleolithic (about 100 thousand years ago). The first state in the region was the Volga Bulgaria, created in the late 9th - early 10th centuries. AD Turkic tribes. Bulgaria for a long time remained the only developed state formation in the north-east of Europe. In 922, Islam was adopted as the state religion in Bulgaria. The country's unity, the presence of regular armed forces and well-placed intelligence allowed it to resist the Mongol invaders for a long time. In 1236, Bulgaria, conquered by the Mongol-Tatars, became part of the empire of Genghis Khan, and then became part of the Golden Horde.
As a result of the collapse of the Golden Horde in 1438, a new feudal state arose on the territory of the Volga region - the Kazan Khanate. After the capture of Kazan in 1552 by the troops of Ivan the Terrible, the Kazan Khanate ceased to exist and was annexed to the Russian state. Later Kazan became one of the important industrial and cultural centers of Russia. In 1708, the territory of today's Tatarstan became part of the Kazan province of Russia, the original borders of which extended in the north to Kostroma, in the east to the Urals, in the south to the Terek River, in the west to Murom and Penza.
Gray Wolf (Sarah Tempest)
One of the players is chosen as a gray wolf. Squatting down, the gray wolf hides behind a line at one end of the site (in the bushes or in dense grass). The rest of the players are on the opposite side. The distance between the drawn lines is 20-30 m. At a signal, everyone goes to the forest to pick mushrooms and berries. The presenter comes out to meet them and asks (the children answer in unison):
Where are you in a hurry, friends?
Into the dense forest we go
What do you want to do there9
We'll pick raspberries there
Why do you need raspberries, children?
We will make jam
If a wolf meets you in the forest?
The gray wolf will not catch up with us!
After this roll call, everyone approaches the place where the gray wolf is hiding, and in unison they say:
I will pick berries and make jam,
My dear grandmother will have a treat
There are a lot of raspberries here, you can't collect all of them,
And wolves, bears are not to be seen at all!
After the words not to see the gray wolf gets up, and the children quickly run over the line. The wolf chases after them and tries to stain someone. He takes the prisoners to the lair - to the place where he hid himself.
Rules of the game. The one depicting a gray wolf cannot jump out, and all players can run away before the words are spoken. Escaping can only be caught up to the edge of the house.
We sell pots (Chulmak ueny)
The players are divided into two groups. Potted children kneel or sit on the grass to form a circle. Behind each pot there is a player - the owner of the pot, hands behind him. The driver stands behind the circle. The driver approaches one of the owners of the pot and starts a conversation:
Hey, buddy, sell the pot!
Buy
How much to give you rubles?
Give three
The driver three times (or as much as his owner agreed to sell the pot for, but no more than three rubles) touches the owner's hand with the pot, and they start running in a circle towards each other (they run around the circle three times). Whoever reaches the free space in the circle faster takes this place, and the straggler becomes the driver.
Rules of the game. Running is allowed only in a circle, without crossing it. Runners have no right to hit other players. The driver starts running in any direction. If he started to run to the left, the tarnished one should run to the right.
Jump-jump (Kuchtem-kuch)
A large circle with a diameter of 15-25 m is drawn on the ground, inside it there are small circles with a diameter of 30-35 cm for each participant in the game. The driver stands in the center of a large circle.
The driver says: "Jump!" After this word, the players quickly change places (circles), jumping on one leg. The driver tries to take the place of one of the players, also jumping on one leg. Anyone who is left without a place becomes a driver.
Rules of the game. You can't push each other out of the circles. Two players cannot be in the same circle. When changing places, the circle is considered to be the one who entered it earlier.
Crackers (Abakle)
On opposite sides of the room or area, two cities are marked with two parallel lines. The distance between them is 20-30 m. All children line up near one of the cities in one line: the left hand is on the belt, the right hand is stretched forward, palm up.
The driver is selected. He approaches those standing by the city and utters the words:
Clap yes clap - this is the signal
I'm running, and you follow me!
With these words, the driver easily slaps someone on the palm. Driving and stained run to the opposite city. Whoever runs faster will remain in the new city, and the straggler becomes the driver.
Rules of the game. Until the driver touches someone's palm, you cannot run. During the run, the players should not touch each other.
Take a seat (Bush ursh)
One of the participants in the game is chosen to be the driver, and the rest of the players, forming a circle, walk hand in hand. The driver goes around the circle in the opposite direction and says:
Like a magpie arecochu
I won't let anyone into the house.
I cackle like a goose
I'll slap you on the shoulder-
Run!
Having said run, the driver lightly hits the back of one of the players, the circle stops, and the one who was hit rushes from his place in a circle towards the driver. The one who ran around the circle earlier takes up free space, and the straggler becomes the driver.
Rules of the game. The circle should immediately stop at the word run. It is allowed to run only in a circle, without crossing it. While running, do not touch those standing in a circle.
Lovishki (Totysh ueny)
At the signal, all the players scatter around the court. The driver tries to stain any of the players. Everyone he catches becomes his assistant. Hand in hand, together, then three, four, etc., they catch the runners until they catch everyone.
Rules of the game. The one whom the driver touches with his hand is considered caught. Those who are caught catch everyone else only by holding hands.
Zhmurki (Kuzbailau ueny)
A large circle is drawn, inside it, at the same distance from each other, holes-holes are made according to the number of participants in the game. The driver is identified, blindfolded and placed in the center of the circle. The rest take places in the holes-holes The driver approaches the player to catch him. He, without leaving his burrow, tries to dodge him, then bending over, then squatting. The driver must not only catch, but also call the player by name. If he gives the name correctly, the participants in the game say: “Open your eyes!” - and the caught driver becomes the driver. If the name is called incorrectly, the players, without uttering a word, make a few claps, making it clear that the driver was mistaken, and the game continues. Players change burrows by jumping on one leg.
Rules of the game. The driver has no right to spy. During the game, no one should go outside the circle. It is allowed to exchange minks only when the driver is on the opposite side of the circle.
Interceptors (Kuyshu ueny)
At opposite ends of the site, two houses are marked with lines. The players are placed in one of them in a row. In the middle, the driver is facing the children. Children in chorus pronounce the words: We have to run fast,
We love to jump and jump
One, two, three, four, five
Never catch her!
After the end of these words, everyone scattered across the site to another house. The driver is trying to tarnish the defectors. One of the tainted ones becomes the driver, and the game continues. At the end of the game, the best guys are marked who have never been found.
Rules of the game. The driver catches the players by touching their shoulder with his hand. The stained ones retreat to the appointed place.
Timebay
The players, holding hands, make a circle. They choose the driver - Timerbai. He stands in the center of the circle. The driver says:
Timerbai has five children,
Amicably, they play merrily.
They swam in the fast river,
They found themselves, splashed,
Have a good wash
And they dressed up beautifully.
And they didn't eat or drink,
They ran into the forest in the evening,
They looked at each other,
We did it like this!
With the last words, this is how the driver makes some kind of movement. Everyone should repeat it. Then the driver chooses someone instead of himself.
Rules of the game. Movements that have already been shown cannot be repeated. The movements shown must be performed accurately. You can use various objects in the game (balls, braids, ribbons, etc.).
Chanterelles and chickens (Telki ham tavyklar)
At one end of the site there are chickens and roosters in the hen house. On the opposite side there is a chanterelle.
Chickens and roosters (from three to five players) walk around the site, pretending to peck at various insects, grains, etc. When a chanterelle sneaks up on them, the roosters shout: "Ku-ka-re-ku!" At this signal, everyone runs into the chicken coop, a chanterelle rushes after them, trying to stain any of the players.
Rules of the game. If the driver fails to stain any of the players, then he drives again.
The players line up in two lines on both sides of the court. In the center of the site there is a flag at a distance of at least 8-10 m from each team. At the signal, the players of the first rank throw the bags into the distance, trying to throw to the flag, the same is done by the players of the second rank. From each line, the best thrower is revealed, as well as the winning line, in whose team a greater number of participants will throw bags to the flag.
Rules of the game. Everyone should throw on a signal. The leaders of the teams are scoring.
Ball in a circle (Teenchek ueny)
The players, forming a circle, sit down. The driver stands behind a circle with a ball, the diameter of which is 15-25 cm. At the signal, the driver throws the ball to one of the players sitting in the circle, and he moves away. At this time, the ball begins to be thrown in a circle from one player to another. The driver runs after the ball and tries to catch it on the fly. The driver is the player from whom the ball was caught.
Rules of the game. The ball is passed with a twist shot. The catcher must be ready to receive the ball. When the game is repeated, the ball is passed to the player who is out of play.
Tangled horses (Tyshauly atlar)
The players are divided into three or four teams and line up behind the line. Opposite the line they put flags, stands. At the signal, the first players of the teams start jumping, run around the flags and come back running. Then the runners-up run, and so on. The first team to finish the relay wins.
Rules of the game. The distance from the line to the flags, stands should be no more than 20 m. You should jump correctly, pushing off with both feet at the same time, helping with your hands. You need to run in the indicated direction (right or left).
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Tatar folk tales
Magic ring
In the old days, they say, a peasant lived with his wife in the same village. They lived very poorly. So poor that their house, smeared with clay, only stood on forty props, otherwise it would have fallen. And yet, they say, they had a son. For people, sons are like sons, but for these, the son does not get off the stove, everything plays with the cat. Teaches a cat to speak human language and walk on its hind legs.
Time goes by, mother and father are getting old. Day is like, two lie down. They became quite ailing, and soon they died. They were buried by their neighbors.
The son lies on the stove, crying bitterly, asks the cat for his advice, because now, except for the cat, he has no one left in the whole wide world.
What we shall do? - he says to the cat. - It's not alms for you and me to live. Let's go where our eyes are.
And so, when the light was on, the horseman left with his cat from his native village. And from the house he took only his father's old knife - more and he had nothing to take.
They walked for a long time. The cat even catches mice, but the horseman's stomach is cramping from hunger.
So we reached a forest, and settled down to rest. The horseman tried to fall asleep, but sleep does not go on an empty stomach. Tossing about from side to side.
Why you do not sleep? the cat asks. What a dream, when you want to eat. And so the night passed. Early in the morning they heard that someone was crying plaintively in the forest. - Do you hear? - withthe horseman asked. - Like someone crying in the forest?
Let's go there, - the cat replies.
And they went.
We walked not far away, went out into a forest clearing. And a tall pine tree grows in the clearing. And at the very top of the pine tree you can see a large nest. It is from this nest that crying is heard, as if a child is moaning.
I'll climb a pine tree, - says the horseman. - Come what may.
And climbed up a pine tree. Looks, and in the nest two cubs of the Semrug bird (a mythical magic bird of enormous size) are crying. They saw a horseman, spoke in human voices:
Why did you come here? After all, every day a kite comes to us. He has already eaten two of our brothers. Today is our turn. And if he sees you, he will eat you too.
He will eat, if he does not choke, - the horseman answers. - I will help you out. Where is your mom?
Our mother is the queen of birds. She flew away for the Kafa mountains (according to legend, mountains located at the end of the world, on the earth) mountains, to a gathering of birds and should soon return. With her, the serpent would not dare to touch us.
Suddenly a whirlwind rose, the forest began to rustle. The chicks clung to each other:
Over there our enemy is flying.
Indeed, along with the whirlwind, a monster flew in and entangled a pine tree. When the snake raised its head to get the chicks out of the nest, the horseman plunged his father's knife into the monster. The snake immediately fell to the ground.
The chicks were delighted.
Don't leave us, horseman, - they say. - We will give you drink and feed you to your fill.
We all ate together, drank and started talking about the case.
Well, dzhigit, - the chicks began, - now listen to what we tell you. Our mother will arrive and ask who you are, why you came here. Don't say anything, we ourselves will tell you that you saved us from death fiercely. She will give you silver and gold, you do not take anything, say that you have enough of every good and yours. Ask her for a magic ring. Now hide under the wing, no matter how bad it turns out.
As they said, this is how it became.
Semrug arrived and asked:
What is it, as if it smells like a human spirit? Is there any stranger? The chicks answer:
There are no strangers, and our two brothers are not.
Where are they?
The serpent ate them.
The bird Semrug became sad.
How did you survive? - asks his cubs.
One brave horseman saved us. Look at the ground. See the dead serpent lies? He killed him.
Semrug looks - and indeed, the snake lies dead.
Where is that brave horseman? she asks.
Yes, he sits under the wing.
Well, come out, horseman, - says Semrug, - come out, don't be afraid. What can I give you for saving my children?
I don't need anything, - the guy replies, - unless just a magic ring.
And the young birds also ask:
Give, mom, the ring to the dzhigit. There is nothing to do, the queen of birds agreed and gave the ring.
If you can save the ring, you will be the master of all the Peri and Jinn! One has only to put on the ring on the thumb, and they will all fly to you and ask: "Our padishah, whatever?" And order what you want. Everyone will do it. Just do not lose the ring - it will be bad.
Semrug put the ring on her toe, and it was full of peri and genies. Semrug said to them:
Now he will become your master, and serve him. - And the dzhigit, handing the ring, said: - If you want, don't go anywhere, live with us.
The horseman thanked, but refused.
I'll go my own way, - he said and went down to the ground.
Here they are with the cat through the forest, talking among themselves. When we were tired, we sat down to rest.
Well, what should we do with this ring? - the horseman asks the cat and puts the ring on his thumb. Just put it on, as Peri and Genies from all over the world flew in: “Padishah is our Sultan, whatever?”
And the horseman has not yet figured out what to ask for.
Is there, - he asks, - a place on earth where no human foot has set foot?
There is, - they answer. - There is one island in the Mohit sea. He is already handsome, and there are countless berries and fruits, and a human foot has never set foot there.
Take me and my cat there. He just said he was already sitting with his cat on that island. And it's so beautiful here: the flowers are extraordinary, the outlandish fruits grow, and the sea water shimmers like an emerald. The horseman was surprised and he and the cat decided to stay here to live.
There is still a palace to build, - he said, putting the ring on his thumb.
Jinn and Peri appeared.
Build me a two-story palace of pearls and yahont.
Before he could tell, the palace had already risen on the shore. On the second floor of the palace there is a wonderful garden, between the trees in that garden there is all sorts of food, including peas. And you don't have to go up to the second floor yourself. He sat on the bed with a red satin blanket, and lifts the bed by herself.
A horseman with a cat walked around the palace, it's good here. It's just boring.
We have everything with you, - he says to the cat, - what should we do now?
Now you need to marry, - the cat answers.
Dzhigit summoned jinn and peri and ordered to bring him portraits of the most beautiful girls from all over the world.
I will choose someone from them to be my wife, - said the horseman.
Djinn and a pair of beautiful girls scattered to look for. They searched for a long time, but they did not like any of the girls. Finally we flew to the flower state. The padishah of flowers has a daughter of unprecedented beauty. The jinn showed the portrait of the padishah's daughter to our jigit. And as he looked at the portrait, he said:
Bring it to me.
And it was night on the ground. As soon as the horseman said his words, he looked - she was already there, as if she had fallen asleep in the room. After all, the genies carried her right asleep here.
Early in the morning the beauty wakes up and does not believe her eyes: she went to bed in her palace, but woke up in a stranger.
She jumped out of bed, ran to the window, and there the sea and the azure sky.
Oh, I'm lost! - she says, sat down on the bed with a satin blanket. And how the bed rises! And there was a beauty on the second floor.
She walked there among the flowers, strange plants, marveled at the abundance of different foods. Even my father, the padishah of the flower state, has never seen anything like it!
“Apparently, I found myself in a completely different world, about which I not only knew nothing, but didn’t even hear about it,” the girl thinks. She sat down on the bed, went downstairs and only then saw the sleeping horseman.
Get up, horseman, how did you get here? - asks him.
And the horseman answers her:
I ordered to bring you here. You will live here now. Come on, I'll show you the island ... - And they, holding hands, went to look at the island.
Now let's look at the girl's father. The padishah of the land of flowers wakes up in the morning, but his daughter is gone. He loved his daughter so much that, upon learning about it, he fell unconscious. In those days, neither your telephone nor your telegraph. Mounted Cossacks were sent out. They won't find it anywhere.
Then the padishah summoned all the healers and wizards to him. He promises half of his fortune to the one who finds. Everyone began to think, wonder where his daughter could go. Yes, no one has solved the mystery.
We can't, they said. “There, there is a witch living there. If only she will help.
Padishah ordered to bring her. She began to conjure.
Oh, my sir, ”she said,“ your daughter is alive. Lives with one horseman on a sea island. And although it is difficult, but I can deliver your daughter to you.
The Padishah agreed.
The sorceress turned into a tarred barrel, rolled to the sea, hit the wave and swam to the island. And on the island the barrel turned into an old woman. Dzhigit was not at home at that time. The old woman found out about that and went straight to the palace. The girl saw her, was delighted with a new person on the island and asks:
Oh, grandma, how did you end up here? How did you get here?
The old woman answered:
This island, daughter, stands in the middle of the sea. By the will of the horseman, you were brought to the island by the genies. The girl heard those words and cried bitterly.
Don't cry, the old woman says to her. Your father ordered me to bring you back to the flower state. But I don’t know the secret of magic.
How can you get me back?
But listen to me and do everything as I tell you. The horseman will come home, and you smile, greet him affectionately. He will be surprised at this, and you be even more affectionate. Hug him, kiss him, and then say: “For four years now, tell me, you keep me here through magic. What if something happens to you, what should I do then? Reveal to me the secret of magic, so that I know ... "
Then the girl saw through the window that the horseman and the cat were returning.
Hide, grandma, hurry up, my husband is coming.
The old woman turned into a gray mouse and fled under the sekyo.
And the girl smiles, as if she was really very happy with her husband, she meets him affectionately.
Why are you so affectionate today? - the horseman is surprised.
Oh, she fondles her husband even more, does everything, as the old woman taught. She hugs him, kisses him, and then in a low voice says:
For four years now you have kept me here through magic. What if something happens to you, what should I do then? Reveal to me the secret of magic, so that I know ...
And I have a magic ring, which fulfills all my desires, as soon as I put it on my thumb.
Show me, the wife asks. Dzhigit gives her a magic ring.
Do you want me to hide him in a safe place? the wife asks.
Only, please, do not lose him, otherwise it will be bad.
As soon as the horseman fell asleep at night, the padishah's daughter got up, woke the old woman, put the ring on her thumb. Djinn and Peri flew together, they ask:
Padishah is our sultan, whatever?
Throw this horseman and the cat into the nettles, and take me and my grandmother in this palace to my father.
She just said, everything was done at the same moment. The sorceress immediately ran to the padishah.
She returned, - she says, - to you, about the padish, your daughter, as promised, and in addition, a palace of precious stones ...
The padishah looked, and next to his palace there was another palace, but so rich that he even forgot about his grief.
The daughter woke up, ran out to him, cried for a long time with joy.
And the father cannot take his eyes off the palace.
Do not cry, - he says, - this one palace of my entire state is dearer. Apparently, your husband was not an empty man ...
The padishah of the flower country ordered to give the witch a bag of potatoes as a reward. It was a hungry year, the old woman, for joy, did not know what to do with herself.
Let them be so happy, but let's take a look at our horseman.
The horseman woke up. He looks - he is lying in the nettles with his cat. There is no palace, no wife, no magic ring.
Eh, we are lost! - says the horseman to the cat. - What should we do now?
The cat was silent, thought about it and began to teach:
Let's build a raft. Will the wave take us where we need it? We need to find your wife by all means.
And so they did. They built a raft and sailed on the waves. They swam, swam and swam to some shore. The steppe is all around: no village, no housing - nothing. The dzhigit eats stalks of herbs, he is hungry. They walked for many days and finally see the city in front of them.
Dzhigit says to his cat:
Whichever city you and I come to, let's agree - not to leave each other.
I'd rather die than abandon you, ”the cat replies.
They came to the city. We went into the last house. An old lady is sitting in that house.
Let us go, grandma. We will only have a little rest and drink some tea, - says the horseman.
Come in, son.
The cat immediately began to catch mice, and the old woman began to treat the horseman with tea, to ask about life:
Where did you come from, son, did you lose anything or are you looking for?
I, grandmother, want to be employed as a worker. And what is this city where I came?
This is a flower state, son, says the old woman.
So the case brought the horseman and his faithful cat to the right place.
And what do you, grandmother, hear in the city?
Oh sonny, we have great joy in our city. The padishah's daughter had been missing for four years. But now the witch alone found her and returned her to her father. They say that on the island of a sea horseman, one held her through magic. Now the daughter is here, and even the palace in which she lived on the island is also here. Our padishah is so joyful, so kind now: if you have bread, eat it to your health, and your legs go, go to your health. Here.
I’ll go, grandmother, I’ll look at the palace, and let my cat stay with you. Himself in a whisper to the cat says:
It looks like I'm at the palace, if anything, you will find me.
A horseman walks past the palace, all in rags himself. At this time, the padishah and his wife were on the balcony. Seeing him, the padishah's wife says:
Look, what a handsome horseman is. Our chef's assistant died, won't this one go? They brought the dzhigit to the padishah:
Where, horseman, are you going, where are you going?
I want to be employed as a worker, I am looking for an owner.
Our cook was left without an assistant. Come to us.
The horseman agreed. I washed myself in the bathhouse, dressed in a white shirt and became so handsome that the padishah vizier Khaibulla admired him. Painfully the horseman reminded the vizier of his son, who died early. Caressing Khaibulla dzhigit. And in that case, the cooking business went well. His potatoes are intact, they never boil.
Where did you learn this? - they ask him. They eat and praise. And know the dzhigit, he cooks for himself, and he looks and listens to see if they will say anything.
Once the padishah decided to call the guests, to renovate the overseas palace. Padishahs and rich nobles from other countries came in large numbers. The feast began like a mountain. And the witch was invited. And she, as she saw the horseman, so she realized, already turned black with anger.
What happened? - they ask her. And she answered:
My head ached.
They laid her down. The feast went without her. When the guests departed, the sovereign of the flower country began to pry again:
What happened?
Your cook is that horseman. He will destroy us all.
The padishah got angry, ordered the horseman to be seized, put in the basement, and killed with cruel death.
The vizier Khaibulla heard about this, ran to the dzhigit, told everything.
The horseman got into a twist, and Khaibulla said:
Don't be afraid, I'll help you out.
And he ran to the padishah, because the padishah called all the viziers to the council. Some say:
Chop off his head. Other:
Drown in the sea.
Khaibullah offers:
Let us throw him into a bottomless well. And if you have mercy, I myself will abandon him.
And the padishah trusted Khaibulla very much.
Kill it as you like, but don't leave it alive.
Khaibulla took a dozen soldiers, so that the padishah would not think of anything, he took the horseman at midnight and led him into the forest. In the forest, he says to the soldiers:
I'll pay you dearly. But let's lower the horseman into the well on the lasso. And let no one know about it.
And so they did. They tied the horseman, gave him food, poured water into a jug. The vizier hugged him:
Do not twist, do not miss. I will come to you.
And then on the lasso the horseman was lowered into the well. And the padishah was told that they had thrown the horseman into the bottomless well; he would never come out of there now.
Several days passed. The cat waited, waited for its owner, became worried. She tried to get out - the old woman would not let her out. Then the cat broke the window and still ran away. I walked around the palace, where the horseman lived for several days, worked as a cook, and then attacked the trail and ran to the well. She went down to him and looked: the owner was alive, only the mice were torturing him. The cat dealt with them quickly. Many mice were killed here.
The vizier of the mouse padishah came running, saw all this, reported to his sovereign:
A certain horseman appeared in our state and destroyed many of our soldiers.
Go find out more decently from him what he wants. Then we will do everything, - said the mouse padishah.
The vizier came to the dzhigit, asks:
Why did they come, why did our troops kill? Maybe you want what you need, I will do everything, just do not ruin my people.
Well, - says the horseman, - we will not touch your soldiers if you manage to take the magic ring from the daughter of the padishah of the flower state.
The mouse padishah summoned his subjects from all over the world, gave the order:
Find the magic ring, even if you have to gnaw through all the walls of the palace for this.
Indeed, the mice gnawed through the walls, and chests, and cupboards in the palace. How many expensive fabrics have they gnawed in search of the magic ring! Finally, one little mouse climbed into the head of the padishah's daughter and noticed that the magic ring was tied in a knot to her hair. The mice gnawed her hair, dragged off the ring and delivered.
Dzhigit put a magic ring on his thumb. Genies and Peri are right there:
Padishah is our sultan, whatever? Dzhigit first ordered himself to be pulled out of the well, then he said:
Take me, the cat and my wife, together with the palace, back to the island.
He just said, and he was already in the palace, as if he had never left there.
The daughter of the padishah wakes up, looks: she is again on the sea island. He does not know what to do; he wakes up her husband. And he says to her:
What kind of punishment can I think of for you? And he began to beat her three times every day. What a life this is!
Let them do well, we will return to the padishah.
In the flower state, there is another commotion. The daughter of the padishah disappeared along with the rich palace. Padishah summons the vizier, says:
That horseman turned out to be alive!
I killed him, - replies Khaibulla. They called the sorceress.
I knew how to find my daughter for the first time, be able to do it now. If you do not find it, I will order you to execute it.
What can she do? She again arrived on the island. I entered the palace. Dzhigit was not at home at that time. The daughter of the padishah and says:
Oh, grandma, go away. For the first time she ruined ...
No, my daughter, I came to help you out.
No, grandma, you can't cheat him now. He wears the ring with him all the time, and puts it in his mouth at night.
That's good, - the old woman was delighted. - Listen to me and do as I command. Here's some snuff for you. The husband falls asleep, you pinch and let him smell. He sneezes, the ring pops out, you grab him quickly.
The padishah's daughter hid the old woman, and then the horseman returned.
Well, we went to bed. The horseman took the ring in his mouth and fell asleep soundly. The wife brought a pinch of snuff to his nose, and he sneezed. The ring popped out. The old woman rather put a ring on her finger and ordered the genies and the pari to transfer the palace to the flower state, and abandon the horseman and his cat on the island.
In a minute the old woman's order was carried out. The padishah of the flower state was very happy.
Let's leave them, return to the horseman.
The horseman woke up. No palace, no wife. What to do? The horseman was sunbathing. And then the cat fell ill from grief.
Looks like my death is near, - she says to the horseman. - You really bury me on our island.
She said so and died. The horseman was completely depressed. He remained alone in the whole wide world. He buried his cat, said goodbye to her. I built a raft and again, like the first time, sailed on the waves. Where the wind blows, there the raft sails. Finally, the raft washed ashore. The horseman came out to the shore. There is a forest all around. In the forest, some outlandish berries are growing. And they are so beautiful, so ripe. Dzhigit took them and ate them. And immediately on his head the horns climbed, he himself was covered with thick wool.
“No, I won't see happiness,” the horseman thought sadly. “And why did I eat these berries? The hunters will see me - they will kill ”.
And the horseman ran more often. I ran out into the clearing. And there other berries grow. Not quite ripe, pale.
“It won't be worse than it is, probably,” the horseman thought and ate these berries. And immediately the horns disappeared, the wool was gone, he again became a handsome horseman. “What a miracle? - he wonders. - Wait, won't they be useful to me? " And he scored a horseman of those and other berries, went on.
How long or short he walked, but he came to the flower state. He knocked on the same old woman he had visited that time. The old woman asks:
Where, son, did you go for so long?
I went, grandmother, served the rich. My cat is dead. I was grieving, but I went back to your land. What is heard in your city?
And with us the daughter of the padishah disappeared again, they searched for her for a long time and found her again.
How, grandma, do you know everything?
A poor girl lives in the neighborhood, so she works as a servant for the daughter of the padishah. So she told me.
Does she live in the palace or does she come home?
Comes, son, comes.
May I see her?
Why not? Can. Here a girl comes home in the evening, and the old woman calls her to her, as if for some business. A poor girl enters, sees: the horseman is sitting, good-looking, his face is handsome. She fell in love right there. “Help me,” the horseman says to her.
I will help you with everything I can, - the girl answers.
Just be careful not to tell anyone.
Okay, tell me.
I'll give you three red berries. Feed them to your mistress somehow. And then you will see for yourself.
And so the girl did. In the morning I brought those berries to the bedroom of the padishah's daughter and put them on the table. She woke up - there were berries on the table. Beautiful, ripe. She had never seen such berries before. Jumped out of bed - hop! - and ate the berries. I just ate it, and the horns came out of my head, the tail appeared, and itself was covered with thick wool.
The courtiers saw - they fled from the palace. The padishah was informed that they lived to such a misfortune: there was, they say, you had a daughter, and now the shaitan with horns has even forgotten how to speak.
The padishah got scared. He summoned all the viziers, ordered to unravel the secret of magic.
What doctors have not been brought in and various professors! Some have tried to cut those horns, but they only cut them - the horns grow again. Whisperers, sorcerers and doctors were gathered from all over the world. Only none of them can help. Even that witch turned out to be powerless. Padishah ordered her head to be cut off.
At the bazaar, I heard about everything the old woman, at whom the horseman was staying, told him:
Oh-oh-oh, what a grief, son. They say that the horns of the daughter of our padishah grew and she herself seemed to be covered with wool. Purely a beast ...
Go, grandmother, tell the padishah: a doctor has come to me alone, they say, he knows the cure for all diseases. I will treat her myself.
No sooner said than done.
The old woman came to the padishah. So and so, they say, the doctor came, he knows the remedies for all diseases.
Padishah quickly went to the doctor.
Can you heal my daughter? - asks.
Only I need to see her, - the horseman answers.
The padishah brings the doctor to the palace. The doctor says:
There must be no one left in the palace. They all left the palace, only the daughter of the padishah in animal guise and the doctor remained. Here the horseman began to haunt his wife, the traitor, with a stick.
And then he gave one berry, the one that was not quite ripe, her horns were gone.
She fell to her knees, began to beg:
Please give me some more berries ...
Give back my magic ring, then you will get more berries.
There is a box in the chest. The ring is in that box. Take it.
Dzhigit takes the ring, holds out the berries to his wife. She ate and regained her former appearance.
Oh, you wretch, - he says to her, - how much you brought me grief.
And then the padishah with his entourage appeared. Looks, his daughter has become a beauty again.
Ask what you want, - the padishah suggests, - I will give everything.
No, my padishah, I don't need anything, - said the horseman and, refusing the award, left the palace. Leaving, he managed to whisper to the Khaibulla-vizier: -You also leave, now this palace will not be.
The Khaibullah Vizier did just that: he left with his family.
And the djigit put the ring on his thumb and ordered the jinn and the peri to take the padishah palace and throw it into the sea. They did so.
The people were overjoyed that the evil padishah was no more. People began to ask the horseman to be their ruler. He refused. An intelligent and kind man from the poor began to rule the country. And the dzhigit took the girl who helped him as his wife.
There is now a mountain feast. All tables are lined with food. Wine flows like a river. I could not get to the wedding, I was late.
Zilyan
They say that in ancient times there lived one poor, wretched person. He had three sons and one daughter.
It was hard for him to raise and feed the children, but he raised them all, and fed them, and taught them. They all became skillful, skillful, and dexterous. The eldest son could recognize any object by smell at the most distant distance. The middle son shot from a bow so accurately that he could hit any target, no matter how far away, without missing. The youngest son was such a strong man that he could easily lift any weight. And the beautiful daughter was an extraordinary needlewoman.
The father raised his children, was not happy with them for long and died.
The children began to live with their mother.
The diva, a terrible giant, watched the girl. He somehow saw her and decided to steal her. The brothers found out about this and did not let their sister go anywhere alone.
One day three horsemen gathered to hunt, and mother to the forest for berries. There was only one girl left at home.
Before leaving, they told the girl:
Wait for us, we'll be back soon. And so that the divas do not kidnap you, we will lock the house.
They locked the house and left. Div found out that there was no one at home except the girl, he came, broke down the door and stole the girl.
The brothers returned from the hunt, their mother returned from the forest, went to their house and saw: the door was broken down. They rushed into the house, but the house was empty: the girl had disappeared.
The brothers guessed that the divas had carried her away, and began to ask their mother:
Let us go looking for our sister! -
Go, sons, says the mother.
Send three horsemen together. We walked for a long time, we passed many high mountains. The older brother goes and sniffs everything. Finally, he smelled his sister and fell on the trail of the diva.
Here, - he says, - where the div passed!
They set off on this trail and came to a dense forest. They found the diva's house, looked into it and saw: their sister was sitting in that house, and the divas lay next to her and slept soundly.
The brothers crept carefully into the house and carried away their sister, but they did everything so dexterously that the diva did not wake up.
They set off on the return journey. They walked day, walked night and came out to the lake. Brothers and sister got tired during the long journey and decided to spend the night on the shore of this lake. They went to bed and immediately fell asleep.
And the divas woke up at this time, missed - there is no girl. He rushed out of the house, found the trail of the fugitives and set off in pursuit of them.
The divas flew to the lake and saw that the brothers were fast asleep. He grabbed the girl and flew with her under the clouds.
The middle brother heard a noise, woke up and began to wake the brothers.
Wake up soon, the trouble happened!
And he grabbed his bow, took aim and shot an arrow at the diva. An arrow shot up and tore off the diva's right hand. The horseman fired the second arrow. The arrow pierced the diva through and through. He let the girl out. If she falls on stones - her death. Yes, the younger brother did not let her fall: he jumped deftly and took his sister in his arms. They went on joyful.
And for their arrival, the mother sewed a beautiful zilyan, an elegant dressing gown, and thought: "I will give the zilyan to the one of my sons who will save my sister."
Brothers and sister come home. The mother began to ask them how they found their sister and took her away from the diva.
The elder brother says:
Without me, you wouldn't know where our sister is. After all, I managed to find her!
Middle brother says:
If it were not for me, the divas would not have carried off my sister at all. It's good that I shot him!
Younger brother says:
And if I had not picked up my sister in time, she would have crashed on the stones.
The mother listened to their stories and does not know which of the three brothers to give the Zilyan to.
So I want to ask you: which of the brothers would you give Zilyan?
Deaf, blind and legless
In one ancient aul lived three brothers - deaf, blind and legless. They lived poorly, and then one day they decided to go hunting in the forest. They did not gather for long: there was nothing in their sakla. The blind man put the legless man on his shoulders, the deaf man took the blind man by the arm and they set off into the forest. The brothers built a hut, made a bow out of dogwood, arrows out of reeds, and began to hunt.
Once, in the dark damp thicket, the brothers came across a small saklya, knocked on the door, and a girl came out to knock. The brothers told her about themselves and suggested:
Be our sister. We will go hunting, and you will look after us.
The girl agreed, and they began to live together.
Once the brothers went hunting, and their sister stayed in the sakla to cook dinner. On that day, the brothers forgot to leave the fire at home, and the girl had nothing to light
hearth. Then she climbed a tall oak tree and began to see if a fire was being burned somewhere nearby. Soon she noticed a plume of smoke in the distance, climbed down from the tree and hurried to that place. For a long time she made her way through the dense thicket of the forest and finally came out to a lonely dilapidated sakla. The girl knocked, the door of the sakli was opened by the old-aged aeneas. Her eyes burned like a wolf that saw its prey, her hair was gray and disheveled, two fangs protruded from her mouth, and her fingernails resembled the claws of a leopard. They were either shortened or lengthened.
Why did you come? - asked Aeneas in a bass. - How did you find your way here?
I came to ask for fire, - answered the girl and told about herself.
So we are neighbors, well, come in, be a guest, ”said Aeneas and grinned. She led the girl into the saklya, removed the sieve from the nail, poured ashes into it and scooped up from the hearth of burning coals.
The girl took a sieve with coals, thanked the old woman and left. Returning home, she began to light the hearth, but at that time there was a knock on the door. The girl opened the door and sees: Aeneas is standing on the threshold.
I was bored alone, that's why I came to visit, ”the old woman said right from the doorway.
Well, come into the house.
Aeneas went into the saklya, sat down on the carpet spread on the floor, and said:
Neighbor, do you want me to look in your head?
The girl agreed, sat down next to the guest and laid her head on her lap. The old woman was looking, looking in her head, and even put the girl to sleep. When she fell asleep, Aeneas pierced her head with a needle and began to drain her brain. Then the old woman blew the girl in the nose, and she woke up. Aeneas thanked for the hospitality and left. And the girl felt that she did not even have the strength to get up, and remained lying.
In the evening, the brothers returned with rich booty. They entered the saklya and saw: their sister was lying on the floor. The alarmed brothers began to question their sister, and she told them everything. The brothers guessed that this was the work of Aeneas.
Now she will get in the habit of walking here, - said the legless. - But I came up with this: tomorrow you go hunting, and my sister and I will stay in the sakla. Once you put me on the lintel, I will stay there. When Aeneas crosses the threshold, I will jump on her and strangle her.
And the next day, as soon as Aeneas crossed the threshold, the legless jumped on her and began to choke her. But the old woman calmly spread the legs of the legless man, knocked down, pierced his head and began to suck out the brain. The legless became weak and remained on the floor, while Aeneas left.
When the brothers returned from the hunt, the legless man and the girl told them what had happened.
Tomorrow I'll stay at home, - said the blind man, - and you go hunting. Just put me on the lintel.
The next day, Aeneas also came. As soon as she crossed the threshold, the blind man jumped on her from the lintel. They fought for a long time, but Aeneas overcame him, knocked him to the floor and began to suck his brain. Having sucked herself well, the old woman left.
The brothers returned from the hunt, and the sister told them what had happened.
Tomorrow it's my turn to stay at home, ”said the deaf man.
The next day, as soon as Aeneas entered the saklya, the deaf man jumped on her and began to strangle her. The old woman prayed:
Do you hear, deaf, spare me, I will do whatever you command!
Okay, - answered the deaf man, and he began to tie her up. They came from the hunt, blind and legless, and they see: lies
Aeneas tied on the floor.
Ask me what you want, only have mercy, says Aeneas.
Well, okay, says the deaf man. Make my legless brother walk.
Aeneas swallowed the legless, and when she spat him out, he had legs.
Now make my blind brother see! the deaf man ordered.
The old woman swallowed the blind man, and spat him out to the sighted.
Now cure the deaf! - the healed brothers said to the old woman.
Aeneas swallowed the deaf and does not spit it out.
Where is he? - asks her brothers, but the old woman is silent. Meanwhile, her left little finger began to grow. Aeneas bit it off and threw it out the window.
Where is our brother? - those two ask again. And the serpent laughs and says:
Now you have no brother!
But then the sister looked out the window and saw a flock of sparrows flew into the bushes.
Something lies in the bushes! she says.
One of the brothers jumped out into the courtyard and saw: a huge, enormous finger of an old woman was lying around. He grabbed the dagger and ripped open his finger, and a brother came out of there, who was no longer deaf.
Three brothers and a sister consulted and decided to kill and bury the wicked old woman in the ground. So they did and got rid of the harmful and cruel aeneas.
And after a few years, they say, the brothers got rich, built themselves good houses, got married, and their sister was given in marriage. And they all began to live and live for the joy of each other.
Knowing everything is more valuable
Once upon a time there lived an old man, and he had a son, a boy of fifteen years of age. The young horseman got tired of sitting at home idle, and he began to ask his father:
Father, you have three hundred tangas. Give me a hundred of them, and I will go to foreign lands, see how people live there.
Father and mother said:
We save this money for you. If you need them in order to start trading, take it and go.
Dzhigit took a hundred tanga and went to a neighboring town. He began to walk along the city streets and entered a garden. Looks, there is a tall house in the garden.
He looked through the window and saw: young people were sitting at tables in this house and doing something.
The horseman became interested. He stopped a passerby and asked:
What is this house and what are they doing here? Passer-by says:
This is a school, and they teach writing. Our dzhigit also wanted to learn how to write.
He entered the house and found the senior teacher.
What do you want? the senior teacher asked him.
I want to learn to write, - answered the horseman. The teacher said:
It is a laudable wish and we will gladly teach you how to write. But we do not teach for free. Do you have a hundred tangas?
Dzhigit immediately gave up his hundred tangas and began to study writing.
A year later, he mastered literacy so well that he could write quickly and beautifully - better than all the students.
Now you have nothing else to do with us, - said the teacher. - Come back home.
The horseman returned to his city. Father and mother ask him:
Well, sonny, tell me, how much have you amassed during this year?
Father, - says the horseman, - a hundred tangas were not in vain, I learned to read and write for them. You know yourself that it is impossible to trade without a diploma.
Father shook his head:
Well, sonny, apparently, you don't have a lot of intelligence in your head! You learned to read and write, but what's the use? Do you think they'll make you a big boss for this? I will say one thing: you are completely stupid!
Father, - answers the horseman, - this is not so! There will be a benefit from my letter. Give me a hundred more tangas. I'll go to another city and start trading. In this case, the letter will be very useful to me.
His father listened and gave him another hundred tangas.
This time the horseman went to another city. He walks around the city, examines everything. He also enters the garden. He sees: there is a large, tall house in the garden, and music comes from the house.
He asks one passer-by:
What are they doing in this house? The passer-by replies:
Here they learn to play the violin.
The horseman went and found the senior teacher. He asks him:
What do you want? Why did you come?
I came to learn to play the violin, - the horseman answers.
We do not teach for free. If you can pay one hundred tanga a year, you will learn, - says the teacher.
Dzhigit, without hesitation, gives him his hundred tangas and begins to learn. In a year, he learned to play the violin so much that no one could compare with him. He has nothing else to do here, he must return home.
He arrived - his father and mother ask him:
Where is the money that you raised from trading?
I didn’t make money this time, ”the son replies,“ but I learned to play the violin.
The father got angry:
Good idea! Do you want to waste everything that I have gained in my entire life in three years?
No, father, - says the horseman, - I didn't waste your money in vain. In life, you will also need music. Give me a hundred more tangas. This time I will make a lot of good for you!
Father says:
I still have the last hundred tangas. If you want, take it, if you want it, don't take it! I have nothing else for you!
The son took the money and went to the third city - to make good.
He arrived in the city and decided to inspect it. He walks everywhere, looks into every street. I went into the big garden too. There is a tall house in the garden, and in this house some people are sitting at a table. They are all well dressed and they all do something weird.
The horseman called a passer-by and asked:
What are people doing in this house?
They are learning to play chess, replies a passer-by.
Our horseman also wanted to learn this game. He entered the house, found the main one. He asks:
Why did you come? What do you need?
I want to learn how to play this game, - the horseman answers.
Well, - says the chief, - learn. Only we don’t teach for free, we have to pay the teacher one hundred tanga. If you have money, you will study.
I gave the horseman a hundred tanga and began to learn to play chess. Over the course of a year, he became such a skillful player that no one could beat him.
The horseman said goodbye to his teacher and thinks:
“What should I do now? You can't go back to your parents - what will I come to them with? "
He began to look for some business for himself. And he learned that some trade caravan was leaving this city for distant foreign countries. A young horseman came to the owner of this caravan - the caravan-bashi - and asked:
Do you need a caravan worker? Caravan-bashi says:
We really need a worker. We will take you, we will feed and clothe you.
They agreed, and the young horseman became a worker.
The next morning the caravan left the city and set off on a long journey.
They walked for a long time, passed many places and ended up in a desert region. Here their horses were tired, people were worn out, everyone was thirsty, but there was no water. Finally they find one old, abandoned well. We looked into it - the water is seen deeply deep, glitters like a small star. The caravan men tie a bucket to a long rope and lower it into the well. They pulled out a bucket - empty. They are lowered again - no water is collected. For a long time they suffered so much, and then the rope completely broke, and the bucket remained in the well.
Then the caravan-bashi says to the young horseman:
You are younger than all of us. We will tie you up and lower you on a rope into the well - you will take out the bucket and find out why this water is not collected.
A rope is tied to the dzhigit's belt and lowered into the well. They lowered it to the very bottom. The horseman looks: there is absolutely no water in the well, and what glittered turned out to be gold.
The horseman loaded the bucket with gold and pulled on the rope: pull it out! The caravan men pulled out a bucket of gold - they were overjoyed: they did not think that such wealth would be found! Again they lowered the bucket, the horseman again filled it to the brim with gold. The bucket was lowered and raised fifteen times. Finally the bottom of the well darkened - not even a grain of gold remained there. Now the horseman himself sat in the bucket and signaled to be lifted. The caravan men began to raise him. And the caravan-bashi thinks:
“Is it worth lifting this horseman? He will say: "I found this gold, it belongs to me." And he will not give it to us, it will take it for itself. It’s better that he isn’t here! ”
He cut the rope, and the young horseman fell to the bottom of the well ...
When the horseman came to his senses, he began to look around and saw an iron bracket in the wall of the well. I pulled the bracket - the door opened. He entered this door and found himself in a small room. In the middle of this room on the bed lay a dying, thin and bearded old man. And next to the old man was a violin. Dzhigit took the violin and decided to check if it was working properly. The violin turned out to be intact. He thinks:
"I don't care if I die at the bottom of this well - let me at least play for the last time!"
I tuned the violin and began to play.
And as soon as the horseman began to play, the bearded old man quietly got up, sat down and said:
Oh my son, where did you come from, for my luck? If it were not for the sounds of the violin, I would already be dead at this moment. You gave me back my life and strength. I am the lord of this dungeon and I will do whatever you want!
Dzhigit says:
O father, I do not need any gold, no silver, no riches! I ask you only one thing: help me rise from this well and catch up with the caravan!
And as soon as he expressed this request, the old man picked him up, carried him out of the well and carried him in the direction where the caravan had gone. When the caravan was already in sight, the old man said goodbye to the horseman and thanked him for bringing him back to life. And the horseman warmly thanked the old man for his help.
Soon the horseman caught up with the caravan and, as if nothing had happened, went along with the caravan. The caravan-bashi was very cowardly and thought that the horseman would scold him and reproach him for treachery, but the horseman did not say a single angry word, as if nothing had happened. He walks with a caravan, works like everyone else; as welcoming as ever.
However, the caravan-bashi cannot calm down, and evil thoughts do not leave him. He thinks:
“This horseman is evidently very cunning! Now he does not say anything, but when we come to the city, he will certainly demand his gold from me. "
And so, when two days' journey left to the city, he gives the caravan-bashi a letter to the dzhigit, orders him to mount a horse and go faster forward.
Take this letter to my wife - you will receive a rich gift from her! - he said, and he himself somehow smiled badly.
Dzhigit immediately hit the road.
He drove up to the city itself and thinks:
“This caravan-bashi has neither shame nor conscience: he left me in a well to certain death, appropriated to himself all the gold that I got. No matter how he let me down now! "
And the horseman decided to read the letter of the caravan-bashi. In his letter, the caravan-bashi sent greetings to his wife and daughter and said that this time he was returning with great wealth. "But in order for this wealth to remain in our hands," wrote the caravan-bashi, "you must, with the help of some trick, destroy the horseman who will deliver this letter of mine to you."
The horseman read the letter of the caravan-bashi and decided to teach him a lesson for cunning and shamelessness. He erased the last lines of the letter and wrote in the handwriting of a caravan-bashi the following words: “Thanks to this jigit, I am returning to you with great wealth. Invite all relatives and neighbors and immediately marry our daughter to the horseman who will deliver this letter. So that by my arrival everything will be done as I command! "
The jigit handed this letter to the wife of the caravan-bashi. She sat down the horseman, began to treat him, and she herself opened her husband's letter and reads it.
She read the letter, went to the room of her beautiful daughter and said to her:
Here, my daughter, my father writes to me to marry you off to this horseman. Do you agree?
And the girl liked and fell in love with the horseman at first sight. She says:
Father's word is the law for me, I agree!
Now they began to prepare all sorts of food and drinks, called all relatives and neighbors - and gave the girl in marriage to a horseman. And the girl is happy, and the ji-
Git is happy, and everyone is happy and cheerful: it was such a good wedding!
Two days later, the caravan-bashi returned home. Workers unload bales of goods, stack them in the yard. The caravan-bashi gives orders and enters the house. The wife puts all sorts of treats in front of him, takes care. The caravan-bashi asks:
Where is our daughter? Why doesn't she meet me? Apparently, she went on a visit somewhere?
Where should she go! - the wife answers. - By your order, I gave her in marriage to the horseman, who brought us your letter. Now she is sitting with her young husband.
What are you saying, stupid! - shouted the caravan-bashi. - I ordered you to use some cunning to exhaust this horseman.
The wife says:
You shouldn't scold me. Here is your letter. Read it yourself if you don't believe me! - and submits the letter.
He grabbed a letter from the caravan-bashi and looked - his handwriting, his seal.
He began to gnaw his fist out of vexation:
I wanted to destroy him, get rid of him, but everything turned out wrong, not in my opinion!
Yes, since the job is done, you cannot change it. Pretended to be a kind, gentle caravan-bashi. He comes with his wife to the dzhigit and says:
My dear son-in-law, I am guilty before you! Do not be angry, forgive me!
Dzhigit answers:
You were a slave to your greed. You threw me into a deep well, and it was only thanks to the good old man that I did not die there. Whatever you start, whatever you invent, you cannot destroy me! Better and don't try!
The next day the horseman laid down the troika and went for a drive with his young wife. They drive along a wide, beautiful street and drive up to a beautiful palace. In the palace, multi-colored lights are burning, people are standing in front of the palace, everyone is talking about something, looking at the palace. Dzhigit asks:
What is this palace and why are so many people gathered here?
The wife tells him:
This is the palace of our padishah. Padishah announced that he would marry his daughter to the one who beat him at chess. The loser's head is cut off. Many young horsemen have already perished here because of the padishah's daughter! And no one can beat him, there is no other such skillful player in the world!
I will also go to see the padishah and play chess with him, - says the horseman.
The young wife began to cry, began to beg him:
Do not go. If you come in, you will certainly lose your head!
The horseman calmed her down.
Do not be afraid, - he says, - my head will remain intact.
He entered the palace. And there are the viziers, the padishah is sitting at the table, in front of him is a chessboard.
The padishah saw the dzhigit and asks:
Why did you come? Dzhigit says:
I came to play chess with you.
I will beat you anyway, - says the padishah, - and then I will chop off your head!
If you chop it off, you will chop it off, - says the horseman, - and now let's play.
Padishah says:
As you wish! And here is my condition: if I win three games, I will chop off your head; if you win three games from me, I will marry you.
They give one hand to the other in the presence of all the viziers and begin to play.
The first game was won by the padishah. And the second was won by the padishah. He rejoices, says the horseman:
I warned you that you will be lost! It remains to lose one more time, and they will blow your head off!
It will be seen there, - the horseman answers. - Let's play further.
The third game was won by a horseman. The padishah grimaced, says:
Let's play again!
Well, - the horseman answers, - we will play if you want.
And again the horseman won. Padishah says:
Let's play again!
We played again, and again the horseman won. Padishah says:
Well, if you want, take my daughter. And if you win one more game, I will give you half of my kingdom.
They began to play. The horseman won the game again. The padishah dispersed and said;
Let's play another game! If you win, I will give up the whole kingdom.
The viziers persuade him, but he does not listen.
The horseman won again.
He did not take the padishah's daughter, but took his entire kingdom. He summoned the dzhigit to his parents, and they all began to live together.
I was with them - today I went, yesterday I returned. We played, danced, ate and drank, wet their mustache, but nothing got into my mouth.
Stepdaughter
A man lived in ancient times. He had a daughter, a son and a stepdaughter. They did not like the stepdaughter in the house, they offended her and forced her to work a lot, and then they decided to take her to the forest and leave her to be devoured by the wolves. Here is the brother and says to his stepdaughter:
Let's go with me to the forest. You will pick berries, and I will chop wood.
The stepdaughter grabbed a bucket, put a ball of thread in the bucket and went with the named brother into the forest.
They arrived in the forest, stopped in a clearing. The brother said:
Go pick the berries and don't come back until I finish chopping wood. Return to the clearing only when the knocking of the ax stops.
The girl took a bucket and went to pick berries. As soon as she was out of sight, the named brother tied a large mallet to a tree and left.
The girl walks through the forest, picks berries, sometimes stops, listens as the named brother knocks in the distance with an ax, and moves on. She does not even realize that it is not her brother who is knocking with an ax, but that the beater is swinging in the wind and striking a tree: knock, knock! Knock Knock!
“My brother is still chopping wood,” the girl thinks and calmly picks berries.
She picked up a full bucket. It was already evening, and the beater stopped beating.
The girl listened - quietly around.
“Apparently, my brother has finished work. It's time for me to return, too, ”thought the girl and returned to the clearing.
She looks: there is no one in the clearing, only fresh chips are turning white.
The girl began to cry and walked along the forest path, aimlessly.
She walked, walked. So the forest ended. A girl came out into the field. Suddenly the ball she was holding fell out and rolled quickly. The girl went to look for a ball. Goes and says:
My ball rolled away, has anyone seen it?
So the girl came to the shepherd who was herding the herd of horses.
My ball rolled away, haven't you seen it? the girl asked the shepherd.
I saw, - the shepherd replied, - Work for me one day: I will give you a horse, on it you will go to look for your ball. The girl agreed. All day she looked after the herd, and in the evening the shepherd gave her a horse and showed her the way.
The girl rode on horseback through the forests, through the mountains and saw a shepherd grazing a herd of cows. The girl worked for him all day, got a cow for her work and drove on. Then she met a flock of sheep, helped the shepherds, for this she received a sheep. After that, she came across a herd of goats on the way. The girl then helped the shepherd and received a goat from him.
The girl drives the cattle, and the day is leaning towards evening. The girl became scared. Where to hide for the night? Fortunately, she saw a light not far away and was delighted: "Finally, I got to the house!"
The girl drove the horse and soon reached a small hut. And in this hut lived an ubr witch. The girl entered the hut and sees: an old woman is sitting there. She greeted her and asked:
My ball rolled away, haven't I seen it?
You, girl, came from afar. First, rest and help me, and then ask about the ball, ”said the ujr.
The girl remained with the old uyr woman. In the morning she heated the bath, called the old woman:
Grandma, the bath is ready, go wash.
Thank you, daughter! Only I won't make it to the bathhouse without your help. You take my hand, push me from behind with your knee, then I’ll move, ”Ujr tells her.
No, grandma, you can't do that. You are already old, how can you push you? I'd better carry you in my arms, - said the girl. She lifted the old uyr woman in her arms and brought it to the bathhouse.
Daughter, - says the old woman, - take me by the hair, throw it on the shelf.
No, grandmother, you can't do that, - answered the girl, she lifted the old woman and sat her on the shelf.
And the old uyr woman says to her:
Daughter, steam my back, but stronger, not with a steamed broom, but with its handle.
No, grandmother, you will be hurt, - answered the girl.
She steamed the old uyr woman with a soft broom, and then carried it home in her arms and laid it on a feather bed.
Something my head itches, daughter. Comb my hair, ”said the old ubr woman.
The girl began to comb her hair with a small comb, and she gasped - the old woman's hair was full of pearls and gems, gold and silver! The girl did not say anything to the old woman, but combed her hair and braided her in braids.
And now, daughter? amuse me, old woman, by dancing in front of me, ”said the old uyr woman.
The girl did not refuse - she began to dance in front of the uyr.
As soon as she had finished dancing, the old woman had a new order ready:
Go, daughter, to the kitchen - see if the dough has fit in the dough.
The girl went into the kitchen, looked into the dough, and the dough was filled to the brim with pearls and gems, gold and silver.
Well, daughter, did the dough fit? - asked Uyr, as soon as the girl returned from the kitchen.
It came, grandmother, - the girl answered.
That's good! Now fulfill my last request: dance one more time, says the ujr.
The girl did not say a word to the old woman, she danced in front of her again, as best she could.
The old woman-uyr liked the girl.
Now, daughter, you can go home, ”she says.
I would be glad, grandmother, but I don’t know the road, ”the girl answered.
Well, it's easy to help such a grief, I'll show you the way. As you get out of my hut, keep going straight, don't turn anywhere. Take this green box with you. Just don't open it until you get home.
The girl took the trunk, sat astride a horse, and drove the goat, cow and sheep in front of her. In parting, she thanked the old woman and hit the road.
The girl goes by day, goes by night, she began to drive up to her native village at dawn.
And when she drove up to the house itself, the dogs barked in the yard:
Apparently our dogs are pissed off! - exclaimed brother, ran out into the yard, began to disperse the dogs with a stick.
The dogs scattered in different directions, but they do not stop yapping:
They wanted to destroy the girl, and she will live richly! Woof woof!
And the brother and sister saw - the stepdaughter drove up to the gate. She got off the horse, entered the house, opened the chest, and everyone saw that it was full of gold, silver, pearls and all kinds of precious stones.
My brother and sister became jealous. And they decided to get rich too. They asked the stepdaughter about everything.
So my sister took a ball and went with her brother to the forest. In the forest, the brother began to chop wood, and the girl began to pick berries. As soon as the girl was out of sight, the brother tied a mallet to a tree and left. The girl returned to the clearing, but her brother was gone. The girl went through the woods. Soon she came to a shepherd who was tending a herd of horses.
My ball rolled away, haven't you seen it? the girl asked the shepherd.
Seen, answered the shepherd. - Work with me for a day, I'll give you a horse, and you will ride on it to look for your ball.
I don’t need your horse, ”the girl answered and walked on.
She went to a herd of cows, then to a sheep herd, to a goat herd and did not want to work anywhere. And after a while she reached the hut of the old uyr woman. She entered the hut and said:
My ball rolled away, haven't you seen it?
I saw, - the old woman replies, - just go first and heat me a bath.
The girl heated the bathhouse, returned to the old woman, and she said:
Let's go, daughter, to the bathhouse. You lead me by the hand, push me from behind with your knee.
Good.
The girl took the old woman by the arms and let's push from behind with her knee. So she brought me to the bathhouse.
In the bath, the old woman asks the girl:
Hit my back, daughter, not with a soft broom, but with its handle.
The girl began to beat the old woman's back with the handle of a broom.
They returned home, the old woman said:
Now brush my hair.
The girl began to comb the old woman's hair and saw that her head was strewn with gold, silver and precious stones. The girl's eyes flared up, and she hastily stuffed her pockets with jewelry, even hiding something in her bosom.
And now, daughter, dance, the old woman asks.
The girl began to dance, and gold and precious stones fell from her pockets. The old uyr woman saw, did not say a word, only sent her into the kitchen to see if the dough had fit in the dough.
The girl came to the kitchen, looked into the dough, and the dough is full to the brim with gold, silver, gems. The girl could not resist, again filled her pockets with gold and silver, and she also thought at the same time: "Now I know how my sister got rich!"
When she returned, the old Uyr woman made her dance again, and again gold and silver fell from the girl's pockets.
After that, the old uyr woman said:
Now, daughter, go home and take this black box with you. When you get home, open it.
The girl was delighted, picked up the chest, in a hurry did not even thank the old woman and ran home. In a hurry, does not stop anywhere.
On the third day, my native village appeared. When she began to approach the house, the dogs in the yard barked:
My brother heard, ran out into the yard, began chasing the dogs, and the dogs all yapped:
The girl wanted to be rich, but she did not have long to live! Woof woof!
The girl ran home, did not greet anyone, rushed to open the chest. As soon as she threw back the lid, the snake crawled out of the chest and began to sting her.
Once upon a time in one aul there lived a woodcutter. Once he came to the forest. Chopping wood for himself, singing songs. Suddenly a shurale (goblin) came out of the dark thicket to meet him. It is all covered with black hair, a long tail wriggling, long fingers move, long shaggy ears move too. Shurale saw the woodcutter and burst out laughing:
This is who I'm going to play with, that's who I'm going to laugh with! What's your name, man?
The woodcutter realized it was bad. Need to come up with something. And he says:
My name is Last Year.
Come on, Last Year, we'll play with you, tickle, - says the shurale, - who will overlap whom.
And all the shurales are masters of tickling! How to get away from this?
I have no time to play, I have a lot of work, - says the woodcutter.
Ah well! - the shurale is angry. - Would you like to play with me? Well then, I’ll spin you around in the forest so that you’ll never get out of it!
Okay, - says the woodcutter, - I will play, only you first help me to split this deck. - He swung and thrust the ax into the deck. She cracked. - Now help, - shouts the woodcutter, - stick your fingers into the crack, so that it doesn't close, and I'll hit you one more time!
The stupid shurale thrust his fingers into the crack, and the woodcutter quickly pulled the ax. Here the devil's fingers were tightly pinched. He twitched, but it wasn’t there. And the woodcutter grabbed an ax and was like that.
Shurale shouted to the whole forest. Other shurales came running to his voice.
What is wrong with you, what are you screaming?
Fingers The last year pinched!
When did you pinch? - ask the shurale.
Now pinched, Last year pinched!
You won't understand, - says one shurale. - Right away you have both now and last year.
Yes Yes! - Shurale shouts, and he twitches his fingers. - Last Year, Last Year! Catch him up! Punish him!
How can you catch up with last year? - says another shurale. - How can he be punished?
Last year I pinched it, but now I suddenly screamed. And last year that he was silent? - the third shurale asks him.
Can you find the one who pinched you now? It was so long ago! - says the fourth shurale.
The stupid shurale could not explain anything to them, and all the shurales fled into the thicket. And he put the deck on his back and still walks through the forest and shouts:
Fingers The last year pinched! Fingers The last year pinched!
Shah-rooster
There was a rooster in one chicken coop. A rooster walks around the yard, walks, looks around on all sides, looks after order and puffs up air. A rooster jumped onto the fence and shouted:
Ku-ka-re-ku! Ku-ka-re-ku! I am the shah-rooster, the padishah-rooster and the khan-rooster, and the sultan-rooster! My cute little chickens, black ones, white ones, motley ones, golden ones, who in the world is the most beautiful of all? Who is the bravest in the world?
All the hens came running - nigella, pies, gray, white, golden - surrounded their shah, the great padishah, their bright khan, the mighty sultan and sang:
Ku-da, ku-da, ku-da, clear khan, ku-da, ku-da, ku-da, wondrous sultan, ku-da, ku-da, ku-da, light shah, ku-da, ku - yes, yes, saintly padishah, someone with you to equal! There is no one in the world braver than you, there is no one in the world smarter than you, there is no one in the world more beautiful than you.
Ku-ka-re-ku! Ku-ka-re-ku! - the cock began to sing even louder. - Who in the world has a voice louder than a lion? Who has mighty legs, who has a colorful dress?
You, our shah, have a colorful dress; you, padishah, have strong legs; you, sultan, have a voice louder than a lion, - the chickens sang.
The rooster pouted with importance, raised its high comb and began to sing with all his might:
Ku-ka-re-ku! Ku-ka-re-ku? Come closer to me and tell me louder: who has the crown on his head above everyone else?
The hens came up to the fence itself, bowing low to an important rooster, and sang:
Your crown shines like heat on your head. You are our only shah, you are our only padishah!
And the fat cook crept up to the rooster and grabbed it.
Ku-ka-re-ku! Ay, woe! Ay, trouble!
Kud-ku-da! Where where? cried the chickens. The chef caught the mighty padishah by the right leg, stabbed the chef of the great shah with a sharp knife, plucked the chef from the bright khan's colorful dress, cooked a delicious soup from the invincible sultan.
And people eat and praise:
Oh yes, a delicious cock! Ah yes fat cock!
Father's three tips
An old man with two sons lived in the same aul. It's time for the old man to die. He called his sons and said:
My dear children, I leave you a legacy. But you will not be rich by inheritance. More expensive than money, more valuable than good, three pieces of advice. If you remember them, you will live in abundance all your life. Here are my tips, remember. Do not bow to anyone first - let others bow to you. Eat any food with honey. Always sleep on down jackets.
The old man died.
The sons forgot about his advice and let's live for their pleasure - drink and walk, eat a lot and sleep for a long time. In the first year, all the father's money was spent, in the next year - all the cattle. In the third year, everything that was in the house was sold. There was nothing to eat. The older brother says:
But the father, in addition to the inheritance, left us three pieces of advice. He said that with them we will live in prosperity all our lives.
The younger brother laughs:
I remember these tips - but what are they worth? The father said: "Do not bow to anyone first - let others bow to you." To do this, you need to be rich, and nowadays you will not find anyone poorer than us in the whole district. He said, "Eat all food with honey." Do you hear, with honey! Yes, we have no stale flatbread, let alone honey! He said: "Always sleep on down jackets." It would be nice to wear down jackets. And our house is empty, and there is no old mat (felt bedding) left.
The elder brother thought for a long time, and then said:
You shouldn't laugh, brother. Then we did not understand the instructions of our father. And in his words - wisdom. He wanted us to be the first, a little light, to come to work in the field, and then everyone who passes by will be the first to greet us. When you work hard all day and return home tired and hungry, even a stale cake will seem sweeter than honey to you. Then any bed will seem desirable and pleasant to you, you will sleep as sweetly as on a down jacket.
The next day, at dawn, the brothers went into the field. They came before everyone else. People go to work - they greet them first, wish them a good day, good work. The brothers did not unbend their backs all day, and in the evening a cake with tea seemed to them sweeter than honey. Then they fell asleep on the floor and slept like on down jackets.
So they worked every day, and in the fall they reaped a good harvest and again healed in abundance, the respect of their neighbors returned to them.
They often recalled the wise advice of their father.
The tailor, the bear and the imp
In ancient times, a tailor lived in the same city. The customer will come to him, bring two yards of cloth and say:
Hey tailor! Sew me a good beshmet.
The tailor will look: there is not enough cloth for beshmet. And yet he will not refuse, he will begin to ponder: he will estimate this way and that - and he will sew. And the customer will not only not thank him, but will say:
Look, you probably hid the remains of my cloth for yourself?
It was a shame to the tailor. He was tired of vain reproaches and conversations. He got ready and left the city.
“Let,” he thinks, “look for another such tailor! ..”
He walks along the road, and a skinny little imp hobbles towards him.
Hello, venerable tailor! - says the imp. - Where are you going?
Yes, I go wherever they look. I'm tired of living in the city: I sew well, honestly, but everyone scolds and reproaches me!
Imp says:
Oh, a tailor, and my life is the same! .. Look how skinny and weak I am, and where everything happens to me, everything is brought down on me, I am accused of everything. I can't live like this! Take me with you, it will be more fun for us together.
Okay, says the tailor, let's go!
They went together. They come across a bear.
Where are you, - asks, - going?
The tailor and the imp told the bear that they were getting away from their offenders. The bear listened and said:
That's the way it is with me. In a neighboring village, a wolf will pick up a cow or a lamb, and the blame will fall on me, on the bear. I don’t want to be guilty without guilt, I’ll leave here! Take me with you too!
Well, says the tailor, let's go together!
They walked, walked and came to the edge of the forest. The tailor looked around and said:
Let's build a hut!
Everyone got to work and soon built a hut.
Once the tailor with the imp went far away for firewood, and left the bear at home. How much, how little time has passed - he wandered to the hut of divas (an evil monster) and asks the bear:
What are you doing here?
The bear says:
I look after our economy!
He pushed the bear divas away from the door, climbed into the hut, ate and drank everything, scattered everything, broke everything, twisted it. The bear wanted to chase him, but he could not cope with him: the diva beat him half to death and left.
The bear lay on the floor, lies, groans.
The tailor returned with the imp. The tailor saw that everything was scattered, broken, and asks the bear:
Has anything happened without us?
And the bear is ashamed to say how he beat and beat his div, and he replies:
Nothing happened without you ...
The tailor did not ask any more questions.
The next day he took the bear with him and went with him to fetch firewood, and the imp was left to guard the hut.
The imp sits on the porch, guards the hut.
Suddenly there was a rustle, crackled in the forest, a shower came out - and straight to the hut. I saw a little imp and asked:
Why are you sitting here?
I guard our hut!
The divas did not ask any more - he grabbed the imp by the tail, swung it and threw it aside. He climbed into the hut, ate everything, drank, scattered, almost broke the hut and left.
The imp crawled into the hut on all fours, lay down in a corner, squeaking.
The tailor and the bear returned in the evening. The tailor looks - the imp is crumpled all over, barely alive, all around is a mess. He asks:
Has anything happened here without us?
No, - the imp squeaks, - nothing happened ...
The tailor sees something is wrong. I decided to check what was going on here without him. On the third day, he says to the imp and the bear:
Go get some wood today, and I'll keep our hut myself!
The bear and the imp are gone. And the tailor made himself a pipe out of linden bark, sits on the porch, plays songs.
He left the forest of divas, went to the hut and asked the tailor:
What are you doing here?
I play songs, - the tailor answers, and he thinks: "So that's who comes to our hut!"
Div says:
I want to play too! Do me the same pipe!
I would have made you a pipe, but I have no linden bark.
And where can I get it?
Follow me!
The tailor took an ax and led the diva into the forest. He chose a linden tree, which is thicker, cut it lengthwise and says to the diva:
Hold on tight!
As soon as he thrust the div's paws into the gap, the tailor pulled out his ax - paws and pinched them tightly.
Well, - says the tailor, - answer: didn't you come to our hut, eat and drink everything, break and spoil everything, and even beat my bear and imp?
Div says:
No, not me!
Oh, you’re also lying!
The tailor began to beat the diva with a cane. The divas began to beg him:
Don't hit me, tailor! Let go free!
A bear and an imp came running up to the cry. They saw that the tailor diva was hitting, and they themselves went there. The divas shouted here, not in his own voice:
Have mercy, let me go! Never again will I come close to your hut!
Then the tailor drove a wedge into the linden - diva and pulled his paws out of the gap, and ran into the forest, only he was seen!
The bear, the imp and the tailor returned to the hut.
Here are the imp and the bear, let's show off to the tailor:
It was us divas who were scared! It was he who ran away from us into the forest! You couldn't handle him alone!
The tailor did not argue with them. He bided his time, looked out the window and said:
Wow! He goes to our hut of divas, but not one goes - he leads a hundred more divas with him!
The imp and the bear were so scared that they immediately jumped out of the hut and ran away to no one knows where.
The tailor was left alone in the hut.
They found out in the neighboring villages that a good tailor had settled in these parts, they began to go to him with orders. The tailor does not refuse to anyone: he sews for everyone - both old and small. He never sits without work.
Three sisters
Once upon a time there was a woman. She worked day and night to feed and clothe her three daughters. And three daughters grew up, fast, like swallows, with their faces like the bright moon. One by one they got married and left.
Several years have passed. An old woman's mother fell seriously ill, and she sends a red squirrel to her daughters.
Tell them, my friend, to hurry to me.
Oh, - the elder sighed, having heard the sad news from the squirrel. - Ouch! I'd love to go, but I need to clean these two basins.
Clean two basins? - the squirrel was angry. - So be you inseparable with them forever!
And the pots suddenly jumped up from the table and grabbed the eldest daughter from above and below. She fell to the floor and crawled out of the house like a big turtle.
A squirrel knocked on the second daughter.
Oh, - she answered. - I would now run to my mother, but I’m very busy: I need to knit canvas for the fair.
Well, weave now all my life, never stopping! - said the squirrel. And the second daughter turned into a spider.
And the younger was kneading the dough when the squirrel knocked on her. The daughter did not say a word, did not even wipe her hands, ran to her mother.
Always bring joy to people, my dear child, ”the squirrel told her,“ and people will cherish and love you, and your children, and grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.
Indeed, the third daughter lived for many years, and everyone loved her. And when the time came for her to die, she turned into a golden bee.
All summer day after day, the bee collects honey for people ... And in winter, when everything around is dying from the cold, the bee sleeps in a warm hive, and wakes up - it eats only honey and sugar.
Made and sent by Anatoly Kaidalov.
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About this book
GOLDEN FEATHER. Translation and processing by M. Bulatov
KAMYR-BATYR. Translated by G. Sharapova
ELEVENTH SON OF AHMET. Translation and processing by M. Bulatov
SOLOMTORKHAN. Translation and processing by M. Bulatov
ZILYAN. Translation and processing by M. Bulatov
TAN-BATYR. Translation and processing by M. Bulatov
SARAN AND YUMART. Translated by G. Sharipova
GUDCHEK. Translated by G. Sharapova
WISE OLD MAN. Translated by G. Sharapova
HOW THE TAZ TOLD THE PADISHAH OF STORIES. Translated by G. Sharapova
A SMART GIRL. Translated by G. Sharapova
TALE ABOUT PADISHAKH'S WIFE AND ALTYNCHECH. Translation and processing by M. Bulatov
GULNAZEK. Translated by G. Sharapova
GOLDEN BIRD. Translation and processing by M. Bulatov
STEPDAUGHTER. Translated by G. Sharapova
THE POOR AND TWO BOYS. Translated by G. Sharapova
WOLF AND TABLE. Translated by G. Sharapova
ALPAMSHA AND THE BOLD SANDUGACH. Translated by G. Sharapova
WHEN THE CUCKOO BAKES. Translated by G. Sharapova
LIKE THE POOR LITTLE GOSE SHARED. Translated by G. Sharapova
KNOWLEDGE OF EVERYTHING IS EXPENSIVE. Translation and processing by M. Bulatov
ABOUT KROVOY BIRCH. Translated by G. Sharapova
WORKER CHRITON. Translated by G. Sharapova
SHUR ALE. Translated by G. Sharapova
TALE ABOUT SHAITAN AND HIS DAUGHTER. Translated by G. Sharapova
RESPECTIVE JIGIT. Translated by G. Sharapova
THE TAPER, THE GIGGER AND THE BEAR. Translation and processing by M. Bulatov
ABOUT THIS BOOK
Here we are reading fairy tales. Amazing adventures, instructive stories, and funny incidents take place in them. Together with the heroes of fairy tales, we are mentally transported to the fairytale world where these heroes live. The wonderful world of fairy tales, created by the rich imagination of our ancestors, helps us to experience a lot of human joy, the happiness of victory, to feel the grief of loss, helps to recognize the great power of friendship and love between people, to admire the mind and intelligence of a person.
And the people who once created these tales lived on the same land on which we live. But that was a very, very long time ago. Then people mined everything with their own hands, and therefore they knew very well what a person could do and what remained a dream.
For example, everyone knows very well that no matter how hard a person tries, he cannot see infinitely far. In those ancient times, people fed themselves by hunting, and with a bow and arrow, a person could not reach an animal or game at a great distance. And he began to think about how to make the distant close. And in a fairy tale he created such a hero who with his arrow can shoot the left eye of a fly sixty miles away (the fairy tale "Kamyr Batyr").
Life was very difficult for our distant ancestors. Around there was a lot of incomprehensible and terrible things. Terrible disasters fell on their heads every now and then: forest fires, floods, earthquakes, animal pestilence, some kind of merciless disease that claimed many human lives. How I wanted to solve all this and win! After all, the life of the family and clan, even the existence of an entire tribe and nationality, depended on this.
And man tried to find in nature such drugs, medicinal herbs and other medicines that cure diseases and save even from death itself. In addition to what he found himself, what he could do himself, he invented to help himself such fabulous creatures as genies, divas, azhdaha, shurale, gifrites, etc. With their help, a man in fairy tales conquers the mighty forces of nature , curbs the formidable manifestations of an element incomprehensible to him, heals any disease. So, in fairy tales, a sick or weak person, diving into a cauldron of boiling milk, comes out from there as a healthy, handsome, young horseman.
It is curious that this resembles the current healing baths in the resorts of our country, where various diseases are treated.
But these supernatural beings lived only in the imagination of a person, and when in fairy tales it is about sorcerers, genies or divas, then one feels a sly grin. The person teases them slightly, taunts them and makes them a little dumb or silly.
The Tatar people, who created these wonderful tales, were in great poverty before the Great October Revolution. Wherever the Tatars lived: in the former Kazan province or somewhere in the Orenburg or Astry-Khan steppes, in Siberia or across the Vyatka River, they had little land everywhere. No matter how hard they tried, the working people lived very poorly, they were starving and malnourished. In search of bread and a better life, the Tatars left to wander to distant lands. This is reflected in folk tales. Every now and then we read that "the horseman went to wander to distant countries ..." the father, willy-nilly, had to send his son from an early age to work ... "and so on.
Although life was very difficult and there was little joy in life, like among neighboring peoples, the people thought not only about a piece of bread. Talented people from the people, who created amazingly accurate expressions, intelligent proverbs, sayings, riddles, fairy tales, who composed wonderful songs and bytes, thought deeply about the future, dreamed.
The secret of creating these wonderful creations of the people is we. maybe we'll never fully figure it out. But one thing is clear: they were created by very talented people, with a deep knowledge of the life of the people, wise with great experience.
The harmony of the plot of fairy tales, their fascination, witty thoughts, expressed in them, never cease to delight not only children, but also adults. Such unforgettable folk images as Kamyr-batyr, Shumbai, Solomtorkhan, Tan-batyr and others have lived in the memory of the people for centuries.
Another thing is quite clear: fairy tales were told not for fun. Not at all! All sorts of fascinating, often incredible adventures, interesting adventures, funny stories of dzhigits were necessary for the storytellers in order to convey to people something good, clever and that precious life experience, without which it is difficult to live in the world. In fairy tales, this is not directly said. But without importunity and preaching, the reader understands what is good, what is bad, what is good and what is evil. The creators of fairy tales endowed their favorite heroes with the best traits of a folk character: they are honest, hardworking, brave, sociable and friendly towards other peoples.
In ancient times, when there was still no trace of printed books, and handwritten books were a great rarity and it was extremely difficult for ordinary people to get them, fairy tales served people instead of today's fiction. Like literature, they educated
They instilled in people respect for kindness and justice, instilled in them a love of work, hostility to lazy people, liars and parasites, especially to those who sought to get rich at the expense of other people's labor.
Although the people lived in constant need, they did not lose heart and looked to their future with hope. No matter how the khans, kings and their servants - all sorts of officials and bai oppressed him, he did not lose hope for a better life. People have always believed that if not for themselves, then at least for their descendants, the sun of joy will certainly shine. The people, with a kind smile, sometimes half-jokingly, half-seriously, but always talentedly and sincerely, told these their thoughts and dreams of a good life in their countless fairy tales.
But happiness never comes by itself. You have to fight for it. And now the brave sons of the people - the batyrs boldly burst into the underground palaces of the divas, eagles soar into the sky-high heights, climb into the jungle of dense forests and rush into battle with terrible monsters. They save people from death, free them from eternal captivity, punish the villains, get people freedom and happiness.
Much of what the people dreamed of in fairy tales in ancient times is now coming true. Everything that happens on the land of Soviet Tataria over the past half century is also in many ways like a fairy tale. The land that had seemed barren before was transformed, which could not even feed its sons. She is now giving bountiful harvests. And most importantly, people have changed. The great-great-grandchildren of those who, with hope for the future, formed wonderful fairy tales, began to treat the same land in a completely different way. Armed with smart machines and devices that really see through the earth, they, together with the sons of other fraternal peoples, have opened pantries with priceless treasures in the ground and underground. It turned out that in one of its pantries, nature hid oil reserves, which they called "black gold". And now - isn't it a fairy tale ?! By the will of modern wizards, this oil seems to be thrown out of the ground by itself and directly goes into the "silver" vats. And then through mountains and forests, through rivers and steppes, an endless black river flows to Siberia, and beyond the Volga, and to the very center of Europe - to friendly socialist countries. And this is not a simple river. It is an endless stream of light, heat and energy. The most fabulous thing is that this priceless stream is also sent by the former poor Tatar village of Minnibaevo, in which before there was not even a ker, an aspen, where people in the evenings in their huts burned a torch for lighting.
And what is even more surprising, it took tsarist Russia about 90 years to get the first billion tons of oil. And the second billion tons of oil in our country, Soviet Tatarstan produced one in some quarter of a century! Doesn't this look like a fairy tale!
Another page of the amazing. Fairy tales often say how, from scratch, in a short time, gifrits-wizards build a city with gold and silver palaces. Just as fabulously fast is now growing a city and a truck factory on Kama. But this one
the city is not made by genies or other supernatural beings, but by our contemporaries, the most savvy horsemen - skilled masters of their craft, clever wizard scientists who have gathered from all over our vast Motherland. And soon the day will come when the hero-car will come out of the factory gates. If such a machine could appear in ancient times, it alone would replace a whole herd of a thousand horses! And a jamb of cars produced by KamAZ in just one day would have dragged all the carts, war chariots, phaetons with all the belongings and all the wealth of the whole ancient state! And such vehicles KamAZ will produce as much as one hundred and fifty thousand in a year!
This is how fairy tales come true. E! Edar, the storytellers admired the batyrs from the people. They did not deceive themselves, they believed in the invincible strength of the people. The history of the centuries-old struggle of the Tatar people for freedom and equality, for the power of the Soviets after the Great October Revolution has confirmed this. And in the great battles against the fascist barbarians, the Tatar people bravely fought side by side with other fraternal peoples of our country and gave the Land of Soviets more than two hundred Heroes of the Soviet Union. And who does not know the immortal feat of the Soviet batyr, the communist poet Musa Jalil!
Fairy tales also say that the people who created them are very talented and poetically gifted. It has its own ancient centuries-old culture, rich language and good traditions.
Tatar folk tales were published many times in their native language in Kazan, and also in Russian many times.
The folk tales of the Tatars were collected and studied by many writers and scientists. These were the Russians M. Vasiliev and V. Radlov, the Hungarian Balint, the Tatar scientists G. Yakhin, A. Fayezkhanov, K. Nasyrov, H. Badigy, and others. The famous scientist-folklorist, Doctor of Philology X Yarmukhametov. He led folklore expeditions many times, collected and studied folk tales, bytes, proverbs, riddles, songs and wrote many scientific works about oral "folklore. He also took an active part in the training of young scientists-folklorists.
X. Yarmukhametov collected and prepared this collection as well. Of the huge number of fairy tales, only a small part, selected for younger schoolchildren, was included in the book. The young reader will be able to get acquainted with samples of different fairy tales: magic, satirical, everyday and animal tales. Whatever is told in fairy tales, in them goodness tirelessly fights against evil and conquers it. Main
the meaning of fairy tales lies in this.
Gumer Bashirov