The pipe and the jug
Valentin Kataev
Kataev Valentin
The pipe and the jug
Valentin Petrovich Kataev
The pipe and the jug
Strawberries have ripened in the forest.
Dad took the mug, mom took the cup, the girl Zhenya took the jug, and little Pavlik was given a saucer.
They came to the forest and began to pick berries: who would pick them first? Mom chose a better clearing for Zhenya and said:
Here's a great place for you, daughter. There are a lot of strawberries here. Go collect.
Zhenya wiped the jug with burdock and began to walk.
She walked and walked, looked and looked, found nothing and returned with an empty jug.
He sees that everyone has strawberries. Dad has a quarter mug. Mom has half a cup. And little Pavlik has two berries on his plate.
Mom, why do you all have something, but I have nothing? You probably chose the worst clearing for me.
Have you looked well?
Fine. There are not a single berry there, only leaves.
Have you looked under the leaves?
I didn't look.
Here you see! We need to look.
Why doesn’t Pavlik look in?
Pavlik is small. He himself is as tall as a strawberry, he doesn’t even need to look, and you’re already a pretty tall girl.
And dad says:
Berries are tricky. They always hide from people. You need to be able to get them. Look how I do.
Then dad sat down, bent down to the ground, looked under the leaves and began to look for berry after berry, saying:
“Okay,” said Zhenya. - Thank you, daddy. I will do this.
Zhenya went to her clearing, squatted down, bent down to the very ground and looked under the leaves. And under the leaves of the berries it is visible and invisible. My eyes widen. Zhenya began to pick berries and throw them into a jug. He vomits and says:
I take one berry, look at another, notice a third, and see a fourth.
However, Zhenya soon got tired of squatting.
“I’ve had enough,” he thinks. “I’ve probably gained a lot already.”
Zhenya stood up and looked into the jug. And there are only four berries.
Not enough! You have to squat down again. It's nothing you can do.
Zhenya squatted down again, began to pick berries, and said:
I take one berry, look at another, notice a third, and see a fourth.
Zhenya looked into the jug, and there were only eight berries - the bottom was not even closed yet.
“Well,” he thinks, “I don’t like collecting like this at all. Bend over and bend down all the time. By the time you get a full jug, what the hell, you might get tired. I’d better go and look for another clearing.”
Zhenya went through the forest to look for a clearing where the strawberries do not hide under the leaves, but climb into view and ask to be put into the jug.
I walked and walked, didn’t find such a clearing, got tired and sat down on a tree stump to rest. He sits, having nothing better to do, takes berries out of the jug and puts them in his mouth. I ate all eight berries, looked into the empty jug and thought: “What should I do now? If only someone could help me!”
As soon as she thought this, the moss began to move, the grass parted, and a small, strong old man crawled out from under the stump: a white coat, a gray beard, a velvet hat and a dry blade of grass across the hat.
“Hello, girl,” she says.
Hello, uncle.
I'm not an uncle, but a grandfather. Didn't you recognize Al? I am an old boletus farmer, a native forester, main boss over all mushrooms and berries. What are you sighing about? Who hurt you?
The berries offended me, grandfather.
Don't know. They are quiet to me. How did they hurt you?
They don’t want to show themselves, they hide under the leaves. You can't see anything from above. Bend over and bend over. By the time you get a full jug, well, you might get tired.
The old boletus, the indigenous forest farmer, stroked his gray beard, grinned through his mustache and said:
Pure nonsense! I have a special pipe for this. As soon as it starts playing, all the berries will appear from under the leaves.
The old boletus man, the indigenous forest man, took a pipe out of his pocket and said:
Play, little pipe.
The pipe began to play by itself, and as soon as it began to play, berries peeked out from under the leaves everywhere.
Stop it, little pipe.
The pipe stopped and the berries hid.
Zhenya was delighted:
Grandfather, grandfather, give me this pipe!
I can't give it as a gift. Let's change: I'll give you a pipe, and you give me a jug - I really liked it.
Fine. With great pleasure.
Zhenya gave the jug to the old boletus, a native forest farmer, took the pipe from him and quickly ran to her clearing. She came running, stood in the middle, and said:
Play, little pipe.
The pipe began to play, and at the same moment all the leaves in the clearing began to move, began to turn, as if the wind was blowing on them.
First, the youngest curious berries, still completely green, peeked out from under the leaves. Behind them, the heads of older berries poked out - one cheek was pink, the other was white. Then the berries, quite ripe, appeared - large and red. And finally, from the very bottom, old berries appeared, almost black, wet, fragrant, covered with yellow seeds.
And soon the entire clearing around Zhenya was strewn with berries, which shone brightly in the sun and reached out to the pipe.
Play, little pipe, play! - Zhenya screamed. - Play faster!
The pipe began to play faster, and even more berries poured out - so many that the leaves were no longer visible under them.
But Zhenya did not let up:
Play, little pipe, play! Play even faster.
The pipe played even faster, and the whole forest was filled with such a pleasant, agile ringing, as if it were not a forest, but a music box.
The bees stopped pushing the butterfly off the flower; a butterfly closed its wings like a book, robin chicks looked out from their light nest that swayed in the elderberry branches and opened their yellow mouths in admiration, mushrooms stood on tiptoe so as not to miss a single sound, and even the old bug-eyed dragonfly, known for its grumpy nature , stopped in the air, deeply delighted by the wonderful music.
“Now I’ll start collecting!” - Zhenya thought and was about to reach out to the largest and reddest berry, when she suddenly remembered that she had exchanged the jug for a pipe and now she had nowhere to put the strawberries.
Ooh, stupid little bastard! - the girl screamed angrily. - I have nowhere to put the berries, and you’ve played out. Shut up now!
Zhenya ran back to the old boletus farmer, a native forest worker, and said:
Grandpa, grandpa, give me back my jug! I have nowhere to pick berries.
“Okay,” answers the old boletus farmer, a native forester, “I’ll give you your jug, just give me back my pipe.”
Zhenya gave the old boletus, the indigenous forest man, his pipe, took her jug and quickly ran back to the clearing.
I came running, and not a single berry was visible there - only leaves. What a misfortune! There is a jug, but the pipe is missing. How can we be here?
Zhenya thought, thought and decided to go again to the old boletus man, the indigenous forest man, for a pipe.
He comes and says:
Grandfather, grandpa, give me the pipe again!
Fine. Just give me the jug again.
I'm not giving it. I myself need a jug to put berries in.
Well, then I won’t give you the pipe.
Zhenya begged:
Grandfather, and grandfather, how can I collect berries in my jug when, without your piper, they all sit under the leaves and don’t show up? I definitely need both a jug and a pipe.
Wow, what a cunning girl you are! Give her both the pipe and the jug! You can do without a pipe, just with one jug.
I won't get by, grandpa.
But how do other people get along?
Other people bend down to the ground, look under the leaves on the side, and take berry after berry. They take one berry, look at another, notice a third, and imagine a fourth. I don't like collecting like this at all. Bend over and bend over. By the time you get a full jug, well, you might get tired.
Ah, that's how it is! - said the old boletus farmer, a native forester, and he became so angry that his beard, instead of gray, became black. - Oh, that's how it is! It turns out you are just a lazy person! Take your jug and get out of here! You won't have any trouble.
With these words, the old boletus farmer, a native forester, stamped his foot and fell under a stump.
Zhenya looked at her empty jug, remembered that dad, mom and little Pavlik were waiting for her, she quickly ran to her clearing, squatted down, looked under the leaves and began to quickly take berry after berry. He takes one, looks at another, notices the third, and imagines the fourth...
Soon Zhenya filled the jug full and returned to dad, mom and little Pavlik.
“Here’s a clever girl,” Dad said to Zhenya, “she brought a full jug!” Are you tired?
Nothing, daddy. The jug helped me. And everyone went home - dad with a full mug, mom with a full cup, Zhenya with a full jug, and little Pavlik with a full saucer.
But Zhenya didn’t say anything to anyone about the pipe.
Valentin Kataev
The pipe and the jug
Strawberries have ripened in the forest.
Dad took the mug, mom took the cup, the girl Zhenya took the jug, and little Pavlik was given a saucer.
They came to the forest and began to pick berries: who would pick them first?
Mom chose a better clearing for Zhenya and said:
Here's a great place for you, daughter. There are a lot of strawberries here. Go collect.
Zhenya wiped the jug with burdock and began to walk.
She walked and walked, looked and looked, found nothing and returned with an empty jug.
He sees that everyone has strawberries. Dad has a quarter mug. Mom has half a cup. And little Pavlik has two berries on his plate.
Mom, and mom, why do you all have something, but I have nothing? You probably chose the worst clearing for me.
Have you looked hard enough?
Nice. There are not a single berry there, only leaves.
Have you looked under the leaves?
I didn't look.
Here you see! We need to look.
Why doesn’t Pavlik look in?
Pavlik is small. He himself is as tall as a strawberry, he doesn’t even need to look, and you’re already a pretty tall girl.
And dad says:
Berries are tricky. They always hide from people. You need to be able to get them. Look how I do.
Then dad sat down, bent down to the ground, looked under the leaves and began to look for berry after berry, saying:
I take one berry, look at another, notice a third, and imagine a fourth.
“Okay,” said Zhenya. - Thank you, daddy. I will do this.
Zhenya went to her clearing, squatted down, bent down to the very ground and looked under the leaves. And under the leaves of the berries it is visible and invisible. My eyes widen. Zhenya began to pick berries and throw them into a jug. Vomits and says:
However, Zhenya soon got tired of squatting.
“I’ve had enough,” he thinks. “I’ve probably gained a lot already.”
Zhenya stood up and looked into the jug. And there are only four berries.
Not enough! You have to squat down again. It's nothing you can do.
Zhenya squatted down again, began to pick berries, and said:
I take one berry, look at another, notice a third, and imagine a fourth.
Zhenya looked into the jug, and there were only eight berries - the bottom was not even closed yet.
“Well,” he thinks, “I don’t like collecting like this at all. Bend over and bend over all the time. By the time you get a full jug, you might even get tired. I’d better go and look for another clearing.”
Zhenya went through the forest to look for a clearing where the strawberries do not hide under the leaves, but climb into view and ask to be put into the jug.
I walked and walked, didn’t find such a clearing, got tired and sat down on a tree stump to rest. He sits, having nothing better to do, takes berries out of the jug and puts them in his mouth. She ate all eight berries, looked into the empty jug and thought: “What should I do now? If only someone could help me!”
As soon as she thought this, the moss began to move, the grass parted, and a small, strong old man crawled out from under the stump: a white coat, a gray beard, a velvet hat and a dry blade of grass across the hat.
“Hello, girl,” she says.
Hello, uncle.
I'm not an uncle, but a grandfather. Didn't you recognize Al? I am an old boletus farmer - a native forester, the main boss over all mushrooms and berries. What are you sighing about? Who hurt you?
The berries offended me, grandfather.
I don’t know... They are quiet to me. How did they hurt you?
They don’t want to show themselves, they hide under the leaves. You can't see anything from above. Bend over and bend over. By the time you get a full jug, you might even get tired.
The old boletus, the indigenous forest farmer, stroked his gray beard, grinned through his mustache and said:
Pure nonsense! I have a special pipe for this. As soon as it starts playing, all the berries will appear from under the leaves.
The old boletus farmer, the indigenous forest farmer, took a pipe out of his pocket and said:
Play, little pipe!
The pipe began to play by itself, and as soon as it began to play, berries peeked out from under the leaves everywhere.
Stop it, little pipe!
The pipe stopped and the berries hid.
Zhenya was delighted.
Grandfather, grandfather, give me this pipe!
I can't give it as a gift. Let's change: I'll give you a pipe, and you give me a jug - I really liked it.
Fine. With great pleasure.
Zhenya gave the jug to the old boletus - the indigenous forest farmer, took the pipe from him and quickly ran to her clearing. She came running, stood in the middle, and said:
Play, little pipe!
The pipe began to play, and at the same moment all the leaves in the clearing began to move, began to turn, as if the wind was blowing on them.
First, the youngest, most curious berries, still completely green, peeked out from under the leaves. Behind them, the heads of older berries poked out - one cheek was pink, the other was white. Then the berries, quite ripe, appeared - large and red. And finally, from the very bottom, old berries appeared, almost black, wet, fragrant, covered with yellow seeds.
And soon the entire clearing around Zhenya was strewn with berries, which burned brightly in the sun and reached out to the pipe.
Play, little pipe, play! - Zhenya screamed. - Play faster!
The pipe began to play faster, and even more berries poured out - so many that the leaves were no longer visible under them.
But Zhenya did not let up:
Play, little pipe, play! Play even faster!
The pipe played even faster, and the whole forest was filled with such a pleasant, agile ringing, as if it were not a forest, but a music box.
The bees stopped pushing the butterfly off the flower; the butterfly closed its wings like a book; the robin chicks looked out from their light nest, which swayed in the branches of the elderberry, and opened their yellow mouths in admiration; the mushrooms stood on tiptoe so as not to utter a single sound, and even the old bug-eyed dragonfly, known for its grumpy character, stopped in the air, deeply delighted with the wonderful music.
“Now I’ll start collecting!” - Zhenya thought and was about to reach out to the largest and reddest berry, when she suddenly remembered that she had exchanged the jug for a pipe and now she had nowhere to put the strawberries.
Ooh, stupid little bastard! - the girl screamed angrily. - I have nowhere to put the berries, and you’ve played out. Shut up now!
Zhenya ran back to the old boletus man - the indigenous forest farmer and said:
Grandpa, grandpa, give me back my jug! I have nowhere to pick berries.
“Okay,” answers the old boletus farmer, a native forester, “I’ll give you your jug, just give me back my pipe.”
Zhenya gave the old boletus - the indigenous forester - his pipe, took her jug and quickly ran back to the clearing.
I came running, and not a single berry was visible there - only leaves. What a misfortune!
There is a pipe, but the jug is missing. How can we be here?
Zhenya thought, thought and decided to go again to the old boletus - the indigenous forester - for a pipe.
He comes and says:
Grandfather, grandpa, give me the pipe again!
Fine. Just give me the jug again.
I'm not giving it. I myself need a jug to put berries in.
Well, I won’t give you a pipe.
Zhenya begged:
Grandfather, and grandfather, how can I collect berries in my jug when, without your piper, they all sit under the leaves and don’t show up? I definitely need both a jug and a pipe.
Wow, what a cunning girl you are! Give her both the pipe and the jug! You can do without a pipe, just with one jug.
I won't get by, grandpa.
But how do other people get along?
Other people bend down to the ground, look under the leaves on the side, and take berry after berry. They take one berry, look at another, notice a third, and imagine a fourth. I don't like collecting like this at all. Bend over and bend over. By the time you get a full jug, you might even get tired.
Oh that's how it is! - said the old boletus - a native forester - and he became so angry that his beard, instead of gray, became black. - Oh, that's how it is! It turns out you are just a lazy person! Take your jug and get out of here! There will be no pipe for you!
With these words, the old boletus farmer, a native forester, stamped his foot and fell under a stump.
Zhenya looked at her empty jug, remembered that dad, mom and little Pavlik were waiting for her, she quickly ran to her clearing, squatted down, looked under the leaves and began to quickly take berry after berry. He takes one, looks at another, notices the third, and imagines the fourth...
Soon Zhenya filled the jug full and returned to dad, mom and little Pavlik.
“Here’s a clever girl,” Dad said to Zhenya, “she brought a full jug.” Are you tired?
Nothing, daddy. The jug helped me.
And everyone went home: dad with a full mug, mom with a full cup, Zhenya with a full jug, and little Pavlik with a full saucer.
But Zhenya didn’t say anything to anyone about the pipe.
Kataev V.P. — The pipe and the jug
5 (100%) from 2 votersIn 1950, a cartoon was released based on the script by V. Kataev. It has an educational motive and teaches children to work hard so that their work results in a positive result. The fairy tale intertwines real heroes with magical characters, which arouses even greater interest among children.
The main characters of the cartoon are the girl Zhenya and the wise Old Man Borovichok. Their meeting, apparently, was completely no coincidence, because the forest wizard does not like lazy people. With the help of his pipe, he helped Zhenya improve. The girl wanted to get everything at once, without making any effort. But it doesn’t work that way and, in the end, she realized it.
The strawberry season was in full swing, and the guys went into the forest early in the morning. They decided to collect berries for jam. The boys found a good clearing and left it to Zhenya, while they moved on. The capricious girl did not stay in one place for long and caught up with the guys. She complained that apart from the leaves there were no berries at all, which caused laughter. Pavlik and Petya, singing a cheerful song, showed how interesting it is to find strawberries under the leaves. But even after this, Zhenya’s strength did not last long. Throwing the jug, she burst into tears and suddenly saw a mushroom emerge from the ground, transforming into a forest grandfather.
It turned out that he was the most important boss over mushrooms and berries. Zhenya complained to him about the harmful strawberries. The old Borovik showed her his magic pipe, which, playing a melody, lifted all the leaves up and the berries were in sight. Having exchanged a jug with the old man, the girl ran to the clearing and told the pipe to play. A lot of berries appeared, but there was nowhere to collect them. And Zhenya asked to return the jug to her. While she was running, the leaves fell again. This went on many times, and then the girl demanded from the old man both the pipe and the jug.
Zhenya told him that she didn’t like to bend over and look under every leaf. The forest boy got angry when he realized that a lazy person was standing in front of him and simply disappeared, taking the pipe. No matter how much the girl asked, he did not return. Suddenly, a woodpecker spoke to her and suggested that she look around. And then Zhenya saw how the bees, ants, and squirrels were working. Humming, they tirelessly collected nectar, built an anthill and made preparations.
The wife felt ashamed, and she rushed to the clearing for berries. When the boys arrived, not only was the jug full, but there was also a whole pile on the huge leaf. Joyful children went home, carrying delicious and aromatic strawberries for jam for tea. Coming out of the forest, Zhenya promised the angry boletus not to be lazy or capricious in the future.
I take one berry, look at another, notice a third, and imagine a fourth.
“Okay,” said Zhenya. - Thank you, daddy. I will do this.
Zhenya went to her clearing, squatted down, bent down to the very ground and looked under the leaves. And under the leaves of the berries it is visible and invisible. My eyes widen. Zhenya began to pick berries and throw them into a jug. Vomits and says:
However, Zhenya soon got tired of squatting.
“I’ve had enough,” he thinks. “I’ve probably gained a lot already.”
Zhenya stood up and looked into the jug. And there are only four berries.
Not enough! You have to squat down again. It's nothing you can do.
Zhenya squatted down again, began to pick berries, and said:
I take one berry, look at another, notice a third, and imagine a fourth.
Zhenya looked into the jug, and there were only eight berries - the bottom was not even closed yet.
“Well,” he thinks, “I don’t like collecting like this at all. Bend over and bend down all the time. By the time you get a full jug, what the hell, you might get tired. I’d better go and look for another clearing.”
Zhenya went through the forest to look for a clearing where the strawberries do not hide under the leaves, but climb into view and ask to be put into the jug.
I walked and walked, didn’t find such a clearing, got tired and sat down on a tree stump to rest. He sits, having nothing better to do, takes berries out of the jug and puts them in his mouth. I ate all eight berries, looked into the empty jug and thought: “What should I do now? If only someone could help me!”
As soon as she thought this, the moss began to move, the grass parted, and a small, strong old man crawled out from under the stump: a white coat, a gray beard, a velvet hat and a dry blade of grass across the hat.
“Hello, girl,” she says.
Hello, uncle.
I'm not an uncle, but a grandfather. Didn't you recognize Al? I am an old boletus farmer - a native forester, the main boss over all mushrooms and berries. What are you sighing about? Who hurt you?
The berries offended me, grandfather.
I don’t know... They are quiet to me. How did they hurt you?
They don’t want to show themselves, they hide under the leaves. You can't see anything from above. Bend over and bend over. By the time you get a full jug, you might even get tired.
The old boletus, the indigenous forest farmer, stroked his gray beard, grinned through his mustache and said:
Pure nonsense! I have a special pipe for this. As soon as it starts playing, all the berries will appear from under the leaves.
The old boletus farmer, the indigenous forest farmer, took a pipe out of his pocket and said:
Play, little pipe!
The pipe began to play by itself, and as soon as it began to play, berries peeked out from under the leaves everywhere.
Stop it, little pipe!
The pipe stopped and the berries hid.
Zhenya was delighted.
Grandfather, grandfather, give me this pipe!
I can't give it as a gift. Let's change: I'll give you a pipe, and you give me a jug - I really liked it.
Fine. With great pleasure.
Zhenya gave the jug to the old boletus - the indigenous forest farmer, took the pipe from him and quickly ran to her clearing. She came running, stood in the middle, and said:
Play, little pipe!
The pipe began to play, and at the same moment all the leaves in the clearing began to move, began to turn, as if the wind was blowing on them.
First, the youngest, most curious berries, still completely green, peeked out from under the leaves. Behind them, the heads of older berries poked out - one cheek was pink, the other was white. Then the berries, quite ripe, appeared - large and red. And finally, from the very bottom, old berries appeared, almost black, wet, fragrant, covered with yellow seeds.
And soon the entire clearing around Zhenya was strewn with berries, which burned brightly in the sun and reached out to the pipe.
Play, little pipe, play! - Zhenya screamed. - Play faster!
The pipe began to play faster, and even more berries poured out - so many that the leaves were no longer visible under them.
But Zhenya did not let up:
Play, little pipe, play! Play even faster!
The pipe played even faster, and the whole forest was filled with such a pleasant, agile ringing, as if it were not a forest, but a music box.
The bees stopped pushing the butterfly off the flower; the butterfly closed its wings like a book; the robin chicks looked out from their light nest, which swayed in the branches of the elderberry, and opened their yellow mouths in admiration; the mushrooms stood on tiptoe so as not to utter a single sound, and even the old bug-eyed dragonfly, known for its grumpy character, stopped in the air, deeply delighted with the wonderful music.
“Now I’ll start collecting!” - Zhenya thought and was about to reach out to the largest and reddest berry, when she suddenly remembered that she had exchanged the jug for a pipe and now she had nowhere to put the strawberries.
Ooh, stupid little bastard! - the girl screamed angrily. - I have nowhere to put the berries, and you’ve played out. Shut up now!
Zhenya ran back to the old boletus man - the indigenous forest farmer and said:
Grandpa, grandpa, give me back my jug! I have nowhere to pick berries.
“Okay,” answers the old boletus farmer, a native forester, “I’ll give you your jug, just give me back my pipe.”
Zhenya gave the old boletus - the indigenous forester - his pipe, took her jug and quickly ran back to the clearing.
I came running, and not a single berry was visible there - only leaves. What a misfortune!
There is a pipe, but the jug is missing. How can we be here?
Zhenya thought, thought and decided to go again to the old boletus - the indigenous forester - for a pipe.
He comes and says:
Grandfather, grandpa, give me the pipe again!
Fine. Just give me the jug again.
I'm not giving it. I myself need a jug to put berries in.
Well, I won’t give you a pipe.
Zhenya begged:
Grandfather, and grandfather, how can I collect berries in my jug when, without your piper, they all sit under the leaves and don’t show up? I definitely need both a jug and a pipe.
Valentin Petrovich Kataev
The pipe and the jug
Strawberries have ripened in the forest.
Dad took the mug, mom took the cup, the girl Zhenya took the jug, and little Pavlik was given a saucer.
They came to the forest and began to pick berries: who would pick them first? Mom chose a better clearing for Zhenya and said:
Here's a great place for you, daughter. There are a lot of strawberries here. Go collect.
Zhenya wiped the jug with burdock and began to walk.
She walked and walked, looked and looked, found nothing and returned with an empty jug.
He sees that everyone has strawberries. Dad has a quarter mug. Mom has half a cup. And little Pavlik has two berries on his plate.
Mom, why do you all have something, but I have nothing? You probably chose the worst clearing for me.
Have you looked well?
Fine. There are not a single berry there, only leaves.
Have you looked under the leaves?
I didn't look.
Here you see! We need to look.
Why doesn’t Pavlik look in?
Pavlik is small. He himself is as tall as a strawberry, he doesn’t even need to look, and you’re already a pretty tall girl.
And dad says:
Berries are tricky. They always hide from people. You need to be able to get them. Look how I do.
Then dad sat down, bent down to the ground, looked under the leaves and began to look for berry after berry, saying:
“Okay,” said Zhenya. - Thank you, daddy. I will do this.
Zhenya went to her clearing, squatted down, bent down to the very ground and looked under the leaves. And under the leaves of the berries it is visible and invisible. My eyes widen. Zhenya began to pick berries and throw them into a jug. He vomits and says:
I take one berry, look at another, notice a third, and see a fourth.
However, Zhenya soon got tired of squatting.
“I’ve had enough,” he thinks. “I’ve probably gained a lot already.”
Zhenya stood up and looked into the jug. And there are only four berries.
Not enough! You have to squat down again. It's nothing you can do.
Zhenya squatted down again, began to pick berries, and said:
I take one berry, look at another, notice a third, and see a fourth.
Zhenya looked into the jug, and there were only eight berries - the bottom was not even closed yet.
“Well,” he thinks, “I don’t like collecting like this at all. Bend over and bend over all the time. By the time you get a full jug, well, you might get tired. I’d better go and look for another clearing.”
Zhenya went through the forest to look for a clearing where the strawberries do not hide under the leaves, but climb into view and ask to be put into the jug.
I walked and walked, didn’t find such a clearing, got tired and sat down on a tree stump to rest. He sits, having nothing better to do, takes berries out of the jug and puts them in his mouth. She ate all eight berries, looked into the empty jug and thought: “What should I do now? If only someone could help me!”
As soon as she thought this, the moss began to move, the grass parted, and a small, strong old man crawled out from under the stump: a white coat, a gray beard, a velvet hat and a dry blade of grass across the hat.
“Hello, girl,” she says.
Hello, uncle.
I'm not an uncle, but a grandfather. Didn't you recognize Al? I am an old boletus grower, a native forester, the main boss over all mushrooms and berries. What are you sighing about? Who hurt you?
The berries offended me, grandfather.
Don't know. They are quiet to me. How did they hurt you?
They don’t want to show themselves, they hide under the leaves. You can't see anything from above. Bend over and bend over. By the time you get a full jug, well, you might get tired.
The old boletus, the indigenous forest farmer, stroked his gray beard, grinned through his mustache and said:
Pure nonsense! I have a special pipe for this. As soon as it starts playing, all the berries will appear from under the leaves.
The old boletus man, the indigenous forest man, took a pipe out of his pocket and said:
Play, little pipe.
The pipe began to play by itself, and as soon as it began to play, berries peeked out from under the leaves everywhere.
Stop it, little pipe.
The pipe stopped and the berries hid.
Zhenya was delighted:
Grandfather, grandfather, give me this pipe!
I can't give it as a gift. Let's change: I'll give you a pipe, and you give me a jug - I really liked it.
Fine. With great pleasure.
Zhenya gave the jug to the old boletus, a native forest farmer, took the pipe from him and quickly ran to her clearing. She came running, stood in the middle, and said:
Play, little pipe.
The pipe began to play, and at the same moment all the leaves in the clearing began to move, began to turn, as if the wind was blowing on them.
First, the youngest curious berries, still completely green, peeked out from under the leaves. Behind them, the heads of older berries poked out - one cheek was pink, the other was white. Then the berries, quite ripe, appeared - large and red. And finally, from the very bottom, old berries appeared, almost black, wet, fragrant, covered with yellow seeds.
And soon the entire clearing around Zhenya was strewn with berries, which shone brightly in the sun and reached out to the pipe.
Play, little pipe, play! - Zhenya screamed. - Play faster!
The pipe began to play faster, and even more berries poured out - so many that the leaves were no longer visible under them.
But Zhenya did not let up:
Play, little pipe, play! Play even faster.
The pipe played even faster, and the whole forest was filled with such a pleasant, agile ringing, as if it were not a forest, but a music box.
The bees stopped pushing the butterfly off the flower; a butterfly closed its wings like a book, robin chicks looked out from their light nest that swayed in the elderberry branches and opened their yellow mouths in admiration, mushrooms stood on tiptoe so as not to miss a single sound, and even the old bug-eyed dragonfly, known for its grumpy nature , stopped in the air, deeply delighted by the wonderful music.
“Now I’ll start collecting!” - Zhenya thought and was about to reach out to the largest and reddest berry, when she suddenly remembered that she had exchanged the jug for a pipe and now she had nowhere to put the strawberries.
Ooh, stupid little bastard! - the girl screamed angrily. - I have nowhere to put the berries, and you’ve played out. Shut up now!
Zhenya ran back to the old boletus farmer, a native forest worker, and said:
Grandpa, grandpa, give me back my jug! I have nowhere to pick berries.
“Okay,” answers the old boletus farmer, a native forester, “I’ll give you your jug, just give me back my pipe.”
Zhenya gave the old boletus, the indigenous forest man, his pipe, took her jug and quickly ran back to the clearing.
I came running, and not a single berry was visible there - only leaves. What a misfortune! There is a jug, but the pipe is missing. How can we be here?
Zhenya thought, thought and decided to go again to the old boletus man, the indigenous forest man, for a pipe.
He comes and says:
Grandfather, grandpa, give me the pipe again!
Fine. Just give me the jug again.
I'm not giving it. I myself need a jug to put berries in.
Well, then I won’t give you the pipe.
Zhenya begged:
Grandfather, and grandfather, how can I collect berries in my jug when, without your piper, they all sit under the leaves and don’t show up? I definitely need both a jug and a pipe.
Wow, what a cunning girl you are! Give her both the pipe and the jug! You can do without a pipe, just with one jug.
