An old man lived with an old woman. Once an old woman was chopping cabbage and accidentally chopped off her finger. She wrapped it in a rag and laid it on the bench.
Suddenly I heard someone on the bench crying. She unfolded the rag, and in it lies a boy the size of a finger.
The old woman was surprised, frightened:
— Who are you?
- I am your son, was born from your little finger.
The old woman took him, she looks - the boy is tiny, tiny, barely visible from the ground. And she called him the Boy with a finger.
He began to grow with them. The boy did not grow tall, but he turned out to be smarter than the big one.
Here he says once:
— Where is my father?
- I went to the fields.
I will go to him and help him.
- Go, child.
He came to the arable land:
— Hello, father!
The old man looked around:
- I am your son. I came to help you plow. Sit down, father, have a bite and rest a little!
The old man was delighted and sat down to dinner. And the Boy with a finger climbed into the horse's ear and began to plow, and punished his father:
- If someone will sell me, sell boldly: I suppose - I will not be lost, I will come back home.
Here the gentleman rides past, looks and wonders: the horse is walking, the plow is yelling, but there is no man!
- This has not yet been seen in sight, it has not been heard of, so that the horse plows by itself!
The old man says to the master:
- What are you, are you blind! Then my son plows.
- Sell it to me!
- No, I won’t sell it: we only have joy with the old woman, only joy that a Boy is the size of a finger.
- Sell, grandpa!
- Well, give me a thousand rubles.
- What is so expensive?
“You see for yourself: the boy is small, but daring, quick on his feet, light on a parcel!”
The master paid a thousand rubles, took the boy, put him in his pocket and went home.
And the Boy with a finger gnawed a hole in his pocket and left the master. He walked, walked, and the dark night overtook him. He hid under a blade of grass near the road itself and fell asleep.
A hungry wolf came running and swallowed him. The Boy with a finger in a wolf's belly sits alive, and grief is not enough for him!
The gray wolf had a bad time: he sees the herd, the sheep are grazing, the shepherd is sleeping, and as soon as he sneaks up to carry away the sheep - A boy with a finger and screams at the top of his lungs:
- Shepherd, shepherd, sheep spirit! You sleep, and the wolf drags the sheep!
The shepherd wakes up, rushes to run at the wolf with a club, and even poisons him with dogs, and the dogs, well, tear him up - only shreds fly! The gray wolf will barely leave!
The wolf was completely emaciated, I had to disappear from hunger. He asks the Boy with a finger:
- Get out!
- Bring me home to my father, to my mother, so I'll get out.
Nothing to do. The wolf ran to the village, jumped straight to the old man in the hut.
A boy with a finger immediately jumped out of the wolf's belly:
- Beat the wolf, beat the gray!
The old man grabbed the poker, the old woman grabbed it - and let's beat the wolf. The wolf ran into the forest. And the old man and the old woman were delighted, they began to hug the Boy with a finger, put him at the table, treat him with pies and kvass.
An old man lived with an old woman. Once an old woman was chopping cabbage and accidentally chopped off her finger. She wrapped it in a rag and laid it on the bench.
Suddenly I heard someone on the bench crying. She unfolded the rag, and in it lies a boy the size of a finger.
The old woman was surprised, frightened:
- Who are you?
- I am your son, was born from your little finger.
The old woman took him, she looks - the boy is tiny, tiny, barely visible from the ground. And she called him the Boy with a finger.
He began to grow with them. The boy did not grow tall, but he turned out to be smarter than the big one. Here he says once:
- Where is my father?
- I went to the fields.
- I'll go to him, I'll help.
- Go, child. He came to the arable land:
- Hello, father! The old man looked around:
- What a miracle! I hear a voice, but I don't see anyone. Who is talking to me?
- I am your son. I came to help you plow. Sit down, father, have a bite and rest a little!
The old man was delighted and sat down to dinner. And the Boy with a finger climbed into the horse's ear and began to plow, and punished his father:
- If someone will sell me, sell boldly: I suppose I won’t be lost, I’ll come back home.
Here the gentleman rides past, looks and wonders: the horse is walking, the plow is yelling, but there is no man!
This has not yet been seen in sight, it has not been heard of, so that the horse plows by itself!
The old man says to the master:
- Are you blind? Then my son plows.
- Sell it to me!
- No, I won’t sell it: we only have joy with the old woman, only joy that a Boy is the size of a finger.
- Sell, grandfather!
- Well, give me a thousand rubles.
- What is so expensive?
- You can see for yourself: the boy is small, but daring, quick on his feet, easy on the parcel!
The master paid a thousand rubles, took the boy, put him in his pocket and went home.
And the Boy with a finger gnawed a hole in his pocket and left the master.
He walked, walked, and the dark night overtook him.
He hid under a blade of grass near the road itself and fell asleep.
A hungry wolf came running and swallowed him.
The Boy with a finger in a wolf's belly sits alive, and grief is not enough for him!
The gray wolf had a bad time: he sees the herd, the sheep are grazing, the shepherd is sleeping, and as soon as he sneaks up on the sheep to carry away - A boy with a finger and screams at the top of his lungs:
- Shepherd, shepherd, sheep spirit! You sleep, and the wolf drags the sheep! The shepherd wakes up, rushes to run at the wolf with a club, and even poisons him with dogs, and the dogs, well, tear him - only shreds fly! The gray wolf will barely leave!
The wolf was completely emaciated, I had to disappear from hunger. He asks the Boy with a finger:
- Get out!
- Take me home to my father, to my mother, so I'll get out. Nothing to do. The wolf ran to the village, jumped straight to the old man in the hut.
A boy with a finger immediately jumped out of the wolf's belly:
Beat the wolf, beat the gray!
The old man grabbed the poker, the old woman grabbed it - and let's beat the wolf. Here he was decided, they took off his skin and made a sheepskin coat for his son.
Suddenly I heard someone on the bench crying. She unfolded the rag, and in it lies a boy the size of a finger.
The old woman was surprised, frightened:
Who are you?
I am your son, born from your little finger.
The old woman took him, she looks - the boy is tiny, tiny, barely visible from the ground. And she called him the Boy with a finger.
He began to grow with them. The boy did not grow tall, but he turned out to be smarter than the big one.
Here he says once:
Where is my dad?
Went to the field.
I will go to him and help him.
Get up, child.
He came to the arable land:
Hello, father!
The old man looked around:
I am your son. I came to help you plow. Sit down, father, have a bite and rest a little!
The old man was delighted and sat down to dinner. And the Boy with a finger climbed into the horse's ear and began to plow, and punished his father:
If someone will trade me, sell boldly: I suppose! - I will not disappear, I will come back home.
Here the gentleman rides past, looks and wonders: the horse is walking, the plow is yelling, but there is no man!
This has not yet been seen in sight, it has not been heard of, so that the horse plows by itself!
The old man says to the master:
What are you, are you blind? Then my son plows.
Sell it to me!
No, I won’t sell it: we only have joy with the old woman, only joy that a Boy is the size of a finger.
Sell, grandpa!
Well, give me a thousand rubles.
What is so expensive?
You can see for yourself: the boy is small, but daring, quick on his feet, easy to send! The master paid a thousand rubles, took the boy, put him in his pocket and went home.
And the Boy with a finger gnawed a hole in his pocket and left the master.
He walked, walked, and the dark night overtook him. He hid under a blade of grass near the road itself and fell asleep.
A hungry wolf came running and swallowed him. The Boy with a finger in a wolf's belly sits alive, and grief is not enough for him!
The gray wolf had a bad time: he sees the herd, the sheep are grazing, the shepherd is sleeping, and as soon as he sneaks up on the sheep to carry away - A boy with a finger and screams at the top of his lungs:
Shepherd, shepherd, sheep spirit! sleep; - and the wolf drags the sheep!
The shepherd wakes up, rushes to run at the wolf with a club, and even poisons him with dogs, and the dogs, well, tear him - only shreds fly! The gray wolf will barely leave!
The wolf was completely emaciated, I had to disappear from hunger. He asks the Boy with a finger:
Take me home to my father, to my mother, so I'll get out.
Nothing to do. The wolf ran to the village, jumped straight to the old man in the hut.
A boy with a finger immediately jumped out of the wolf's belly:
Beat the wolf, beat the gray!
The old man grabbed the poker, the old woman grabbed it - and let's beat the wolf. Here he was decided, they took off his skin and made a sheepskin coat for his son.
An old man lived with an old woman. Once an old woman was chopping cabbage and accidentally chopped off her finger. She wrapped it in a rag and laid it on the bench.
Suddenly I heard someone on the bench crying. She unfolded the rag, and in it lies a boy the size of a finger.
The old woman was surprised, frightened:
Who are you?
I am your son, born from your little finger.
The old woman took him, she looks - the boy is tiny, tiny, barely visible from the ground. And she called him the Boy with a finger.
He began to grow with them. The boy did not grow tall, but he turned out to be smarter than the big one.
Here he says once:
Where is my dad?
Went to the field.
I will go to him and help him.
Get up, child.
He came to the arable land:
Hello, father!
The old man looked around:
I am your son. I came to help you plow. Sit down, father, have a bite and rest a little!
The old man was delighted and sat down to dinner. And the Boy with a finger climbed into the horse's ear and began to plow, and punished his father:
If someone will trade me, sell boldly: I suppose! - I will not disappear, I will come back home.
Here the gentleman rides past, looks and wonders: the horse is walking, the plow is yelling, but there is no man!
This has not yet been seen in sight, it has not been heard of, so that the horse plows by itself!
The old man says to the master:
What are you, are you blind? Then my son plows.
Sell it to me!
No, I won’t sell it: we only have joy with the old woman, only joy that a Boy is the size of a finger.
Sell, grandpa!
Well, give me a thousand rubles.
What is so expensive?
You can see for yourself: the boy is small, but daring, quick on his feet, easy to send! The master paid a thousand rubles, took the boy, put him in his pocket and went home.
And the Boy with a finger gnawed a hole in his pocket and left the master.
He walked, walked, and the dark night overtook him. He hid under a blade of grass near the road itself and fell asleep.
A hungry wolf came running and swallowed him. The Boy with a finger in a wolf's belly sits alive, and grief is not enough for him!
The gray wolf had a bad time: he sees the herd, the sheep are grazing, the shepherd is sleeping, and as soon as he sneaks up on the sheep to carry away - A boy with a finger and screams at the top of his lungs:
Shepherd, shepherd, sheep spirit! sleep; - and the wolf drags the sheep!
The shepherd wakes up, rushes to run at the wolf with a club, and even poisons him with dogs, and the dogs, well, tear him - only shreds fly! The gray wolf will barely leave!
The wolf was completely emaciated, I had to disappear from hunger. He asks the Boy with a finger:
Take me home to my father, to my mother, so I'll get out.
Nothing to do. The wolf ran to the village, jumped straight to the old man in the hut.
A boy with a finger immediately jumped out of the wolf's belly:
Beat the wolf, beat the gray!
The old man grabbed the poker, the old woman grabbed it - and let's beat the wolf. Here he was decided, they took off his skin and made a sheepskin coat for his son.
An old man lived with an old woman. Once an old woman was chopping cabbage and accidentally chopped off her finger. She wrapped it in a rag and laid it on the bench.
Suddenly I heard someone on the bench crying. She unfolded the rag, and in it lies a boy the size of a finger.
The old woman was surprised, frightened:
Who are you?
I am your son, born from your little finger.
The old woman took him, she looks - the boy is tiny, tiny, barely visible from the ground. And she called him the Boy with a finger.
He began to grow with them. The boy did not grow tall, but he turned out to be smarter than the big one.
Here he says once:
Where is my dad?
Went to the field.
I will go to him and help him.
Get up, child.
He came to the arable land:
Hello, father!
The old man looked around:
I am your son. I came to help you plow. Sit down, father, have a bite and rest a little!
The old man was delighted and sat down to dinner. And the Boy with a finger climbed into the horse's ear and began to plow, and punished his father:
If someone will trade me, sell boldly: I suppose! - I will not disappear, I will come back home.
Here the gentleman rides past, looks and wonders: the horse is walking, the plow is yelling, but there is no man!
This has not yet been seen in sight, it has not been heard of, so that the horse plows by itself!
The old man says to the master:
What are you, are you blind? Then my son plows.
Sell it to me!
No, I won’t sell it: we only have joy with the old woman, only joy that a Boy is the size of a finger.
Sell, grandpa!
Well, give me a thousand rubles.
What is so expensive?
You can see for yourself: the boy is small, but daring, quick on his feet, easy to send! The master paid a thousand rubles, took the boy, put him in his pocket and went home.
And the Boy with a finger gnawed a hole in his pocket and left the master.
He walked, walked, and the dark night overtook him. He hid under a blade of grass near the road itself and fell asleep.
A hungry wolf came running and swallowed him. The Boy with a finger in a wolf's belly sits alive, and grief is not enough for him!
The gray wolf had a bad time: he sees the herd, the sheep are grazing, the shepherd is sleeping, and as soon as he sneaks up on the sheep to carry away - A boy with a finger and screams at the top of his lungs:
Shepherd, shepherd, sheep spirit! sleep; - and the wolf drags the sheep!
The shepherd wakes up, rushes to run at the wolf with a club, and even poisons him with dogs, and the dogs, well, tear him - only shreds fly! The gray wolf will barely leave!
The wolf was completely emaciated, I had to disappear from hunger. He asks the Boy with a finger:
Take me home to my father, to my mother, so I'll get out.
Nothing to do. The wolf ran to the village, jumped straight to the old man in the hut.
A boy with a finger immediately jumped out of the wolf's belly:
Beat the wolf, beat the gray!
The old man grabbed the poker, the old woman grabbed it - and let's beat the wolf. Here he was decided, they took off his skin and made a sheepskin coat for his son.
