Russian folk tale
"Wise Maiden"
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Russian folktale
"Wise Maiden"
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Two brothers rode: one poor, the other eminent; both have a horse; from a poor mare, from an eminent gelding. They stopped for the night nearby. The poor mare brought at night
foal; the foal rolled under the rich man's cart. He wakes up the poor in the morning:
Get up, brother, my cart gave birth to a foal at night.
The brother stands up and says:
How can a cart give birth to a foal! This is my mare brought. Rich says:
If your mare had brought, the foal would have been near!
They argued and went to the authorities: the eminent gives the judges money, and the poor justifies himself with words.
It came down to the king himself. He ordered to call both brothers and asked them four riddles:
What is the strongest and fastest thing in the world, what is the fattest thing in the world, what is the softest and sweetest thing of all? - And he gave them a period of three days: - Come on the fourth, give an answer!
The rich man thought and thought, remembered his godfather and went to her to ask for advice. She seated him at the table, began to treat him; and she asks:
What is so sad, kumanek?
Yes, the sovereign asked me four riddles, and set a deadline of only three days.
What's happened? Tell me.
And here's what, godfather: the first riddle - what is stronger and faster in the world?
What a riddle! My husband has a brown mare;
no faster! If you hit with a whip, the hare will catch up.
The second riddle: what is fatter in the world?
We have another year the pockmarked hog feeds; He's become so fat that he can't even get up!
The third riddle: what is the softest thing in the world?
A well-known case is a down jacket, you can’t imagine softer!
The fourth riddle: what is the sweetest thing in the world?
Dearest of all granddaughters Ivanushka!
Thank you, kuma! I taught the mind-reason, I will not forget for a century.
And the poor brother burst into bitter tears and went home; meets his seven-year-old daughter (the only family was that there was only one daughter).
What are you sighing about, father, and shedding tears?
How can I not sigh, how can I not shed tears? The king gave me four riddles, which I will never solve in my life.
Tell me what riddles?
But what, daughter: what is the strongest and fastest in the world, what is the fattest, what is the softest and what is the cutest?
Go, father, and tell the king: the wind is the strongest and fastest; the earth is the fattest of all: whatever grows, whatever lives, the earth nourishes! The hand is the softest of all: no matter what a person lies on, he puts his hand under his head, and sweat is sweeter than sleep in the whole world!
Both brothers came to the king: both the rich and the poor. The king listened to them and asks the poor.
Did you come by yourself, or who taught you? The poor man answers:
Your royal majesty! I have a seven-year-old daughter, she taught me.
When your daughter is wise, here is a silk thread for her;
let him weave a patterned towel for me in the morning.
The peasant took a silk thread, comes home sad and sad.
Our trouble! - says daughter - The king ordered to weave a towel from this thread.
Don't freak out, daddy! answered the seven year old. She broke off a twig from a broom, gives it to her father and punishes:
Go to the king, tell him to find such a master who would make a cross from this twig: there would be something to weave a towel on!
The man reported this to the king. The king gives him a hundred and fifty eggs:
Give, he says, to your daughter; let him bring me a hundred and fifty chickens by tomorrow.
The peasant returned home even more abruptly, even sadder:
Ah, daughter! From one trouble you will dodge, another will be imposed!
Don't freak out, daddy! answered the seven year old. She baked eggs and hid them for lunch and dinner, and sends her father to the king:
Tell him that chickens need one-day millet for food: in one day the field would be plowed, millet sown, harvested and threshed; our chickens will not peck at another millet!
The king listened and said:
When your daughter is wise, let her come to me in the morning - neither on foot, nor on a horse, nor naked, nor dressed, nor with a present, nor without a present.
“Well,” the peasant thinks, “even a daughter will not solve such a cunning problem; it’s about to disappear!”
Don't freak out, daddy! - the seven-year-old daughter told him. -Go to the hunters and buy me a live hare and a live quail.
Her father went and bought her a hare and a quail.
The next day, in the morning, the seven-year-old threw off all her clothes, put on a net, took a quail in her hands, sat astride a hare and went to the palace.
The king meets her at the gate. She bowed to the king:
Here's a present for you, sir! - And gives him a quail.
The king stretched out his hand: the quail fluttered - and flew away!
Well, - says the king, - as ordered, so she did. Tell me now: your father is poor, so what do you feed on?
My father catches fish on the dry shore, he doesn’t put the bait into the water, but I carry the fish around and cook the fish soup.
What are you, stupid! When does a fish live on a dry shore? Fish swim in the water!
Are you smart? When have you seen a cart bring a foal? Not a cart, a mare will give birth!
The king ordered that the foal be given to the poor peasant, and his daughter was taken to him; when the seven-year-old grew up, he married her, and she became queen.
Russian folk tale Wise Maiden
Two brothers rode: one poor, the other eminent; both have a horse; from a poor mare, from an eminent gelding. They stopped for the night nearby. The poor mare brought at night
foal; the foal rolled under the rich man's cart. He wakes up the poor in the morning:
Get up, brother, my cart gave birth to a foal at night.
The brother stands up and says:
How can a cart give birth to a foal! This is my mare brought. Rich says:
If your mare had brought, the foal would have been near!
They argued and went to the authorities: the eminent gives the judges money, and the poor justifies himself with words.
It came down to the king himself. He ordered to call both brothers and asked them four riddles:
What is the strongest and fastest thing in the world, what is the fattest thing in the world, what is the softest and sweetest thing of all? - And he gave them a period of three days: - Come on the fourth, give an answer!
The rich man thought and thought, remembered his godfather and went to her to ask for advice. She seated him at the table, began to treat him; and she asks:
What is so sad, kumanek?
Yes, the sovereign asked me four riddles, and set a deadline of only three days.
What's happened? Tell me.
But what, godfather: the first riddle - what is the strongest and fastest thing in the world?
What a riddle! My husband has a brown mare;
no faster! If you hit with a whip, the hare will catch up.
The second riddle: what is fatter in the world?
We have another year the pockmarked hog feeds; He's become so fat that he can't even get up!
The third riddle: what is the softest thing in the world?
A well-known case is a down jacket, you can’t imagine softer!
The fourth riddle: what is the sweetest thing in the world?
Dearest of all granddaughters Ivanushka!
Thank you, kuma! I taught the mind-reason, I will not forget for a century.
And the poor brother burst into bitter tears and went home; meets his seven-year-old daughter (the only family was that there was only one daughter).
What are you sighing about, father, and shedding tears?
How can I not sigh, how can I not shed tears? The king gave me four riddles, which I will never solve in my life.
Tell me what riddles?
But what, daughter: what is the strongest and fastest in the world, what is the fattest, what is the softest and what is the cutest?
Go, father, and tell the king: the wind is the strongest and fastest; the fattest of all is the earth: whatever grows, whatever lives, the earth nourishes! The hand is the softest of all: no matter what a person lies on, he puts his hand under his head, and sweat is sweeter than sleep in the whole world!
Both brothers came to the king: both the rich and the poor. The king listened to them and asks the poor.
Did you come by yourself, or who taught you? The poor man answers:
Your royal majesty! I have a seven-year-old daughter, she taught me.
When your daughter is wise, here is a silk thread for her;
let him weave a patterned towel for me in the morning.
The peasant took a silk thread, comes home sad and sad.
Our trouble! - says daughter - The king ordered to weave a towel from this thread.
Don't freak out, daddy! - answered the seven-year-old. She broke off a twig from a broom, gives it to her father and punishes:
Go to the king, tell him to find such a master who would make a cross from this twig: there would be something to weave a towel on!
The man reported this to the king. The king gives him a hundred and fifty eggs:
Give, he says, to your daughter; let him bring me a hundred and fifty chickens by tomorrow.
The peasant returned home even more abruptly, even sadder:
Ah, daughter! From one trouble you will dodge, another will be imposed!
Don't freak out, daddy! - answered the seven-year-old. She baked eggs and hid them for lunch and dinner, and sends her father to the king:
Tell him that chickens need one-day millet for food: in one day the field would be plowed, millet sown, harvested and threshed; our chickens will not peck at another millet!
The king listened and said:
When your daughter is wise, let her come to me in the morning - neither on foot, nor on a horse, nor naked, nor dressed, nor with a gift, nor without a gift.
“Well,” the peasant thinks, “even a daughter will not solve such a cunning problem; it’s time to disappear completely!”
Don't freak out, daddy! - the seven-year-old daughter told him. -Go to the hunters and buy me a live hare and a live quail.
Her father went and bought her a hare and a quail.
The next day, in the morning, the seven-year-old threw off all her clothes, put on a net, took a quail in her hands, sat astride a hare and went to the palace.
The king meets her at the gate. She bowed to the king:
Here's a present for you, sir! - And gives him a quail.
The king stretched out his hand: the quail fluttered - and flew away!
Well, - says the king, - as ordered, so she did. Tell me now: your father is poor, so what do you feed on?
My father catches fish on the dry shore, he doesn’t put the bait into the water, but I carry the fish around and cook the fish soup.
What are you, stupid! When does a fish live on a dry shore? Fish swim in the water!
Are you smart? When have you seen a cart bring a foal? Not a cart, a mare will give birth!
The king ordered that the foal be given to the poor peasant, and his daughter was taken to him; when the seven-year-old grew up, he married her, and she became queen.
Two brothers rode: one poor, the other eminent; both have a horse; from a poor mare, from an eminent gelding. They stopped for the night nearby. The poor mare brought at night
foal; the foal rolled under the rich man's cart. He wakes up the poor in the morning:
- Get up, brother, my cart gave birth to a foal at night.
The brother stands up and says:
- How can a cart give birth to a foal! This is my mare brought. Rich says:
- If your mare brought, the foal would be near!
They argued and went to the authorities: the eminent gives the judges money, and the poor justifies himself with words.
It came down to the king himself. He ordered to call both brothers and asked them four riddles:
“What is the strongest and fastest thing in the world, what is the fattest thing in the world, what is the softest and sweetest thing of all?” - And he gave them a period of three days: - Come on the fourth, give an answer!
The rich man thought and thought, remembered his godfather and went to her to ask for advice. She seated him at the table, began to treat him; and she asks:
- Why so sad, kumanek?
- Yes, the sovereign asked me four riddles, and set a deadline of only three days.
- What's happened? Tell me.
- And here's what, godfather: the first riddle - what is stronger and faster than everything in the world?
- What a mystery! My husband has a brown mare;
no faster! If you hit with a whip, the hare will catch up.
- The second riddle: what is fatter in the world?
- We have another year, the pockmarked boar feeds; He's become so fat that he can't even get up!
- The third riddle: what is the softest thing in the world?
- A well-known case - a down jacket, you can’t imagine softer!
- The fourth riddle: what is the sweetest thing in the world?
- The sweetest of all granddaughters is Ivanushka!
- Thank you, cousin! I taught the mind-reason, I will not forget for a century.
And the poor brother burst into bitter tears and went home; meets his seven-year-old daughter (the only family was that there was only one daughter).
- What are you, father, sighing and shedding tears?
How can I not sigh, how can I not shed tears? The king gave me four riddles, which I will never solve in my life.
“Tell me, what are the riddles?”
- But what, daughter: what is the strongest and fastest in the world, what is the fattest, what is the softest and what is the sweetest?
- Go, father, and tell the king: the wind is stronger and faster than anything; the earth is the fattest of all: whatever grows, whatever lives, the earth nourishes! The hand is the softest of all: no matter what a person lies on, he puts his hand under his head, and sweat is sweeter than sleep in the whole world!
Both brothers came to the king: both the rich and the poor. The king listened to them and asks the poor.
Did you come by yourself, or who taught you? The poor man answers:
"Your Royal Majesty!" I have a seven-year-old daughter, she taught me.
- When your daughter is wise, here is a silk thread for her;
let him weave a patterned towel for me in the morning.
The peasant took a silk thread, comes home sad and sad.
- Our trouble! - says daughter - The king ordered to weave a towel from this thread.
- Don't freak out, daddy! answered the seven year old. She broke off a twig from a broom, gives it to her father and punishes:
- Go to the king, tell him to find such a master who would make a cross from this twig: there would be something to weave a towel on!
The man reported this to the king. The king gives him a hundred and fifty eggs:
“Give it back,” he says, “to your daughter; let him bring me a hundred and fifty chickens by tomorrow.
The peasant returned home even more abruptly, even sadder:
- Oh, daughter! From one trouble you will dodge, another will be imposed!
- Don't freak out, daddy! answered the seven year old. She baked eggs and hid them for lunch and dinner, and sends her father to the king:
- Tell him that chickens need millet for food: in one day the field would be plowed, millet sown, harvested and threshed; our chickens will not peck at another millet!
The king listened and said:
- When your daughter is wise, let her come to me in the morning - not on foot, not on a horse, not naked, not dressed, not with a present, not without a gift.
“Well,” the peasant thinks, “even a daughter will not solve such a cunning problem; it’s about to disappear!”
- Don't freak out, daddy! - the seven-year-old daughter told him. -Go to the hunters and buy me a live hare and a live quail.
Her father went and bought her a hare and a quail.
The next day, in the morning, the seven-year-old threw off all her clothes, put on a net, took a quail in her hands, sat astride a hare and went to the palace.
The king meets her at the gate. She bowed to the king:
"Here's a present for you, sir!" - And gives him a quail.
The king stretched out his hand: the quail fluttered - and flew away!
- Well, - says the king, - as ordered, so she did. Tell me now: your father is poor, so what do you feed on?
- My father catches fish on a dry shore, he doesn’t put the bait into the water, but I carry the fish halfway up and cook the fish soup.
- What are you, stupid! When does a fish live on a dry shore? Fish swim in the water!
— Are you smart? When have you seen a cart bring a foal? Not a cart, a mare will give birth!
The king ordered that the foal be given to the poor peasant, and his daughter was taken to him; when the seven-year-old grew up, he married her, and she became queen.
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wise maiden
Two brothers rode: one poor, the other eminent; both have a horse; from a poor mare, from an eminent gelding. They stopped for the night nearby. The poor mare brought at night
foal; the foal rolled under the rich man's cart. He wakes up the poor in the morning:
Get up, brother, my cart gave birth to a foal at night.
The brother stands up and says:
How can a cart give birth to a foal! This is my mare brought. Rich says:
If your mare had brought, the foal would have been near!
They argued and went to the authorities: the eminent gives the judges money, and the poor justifies himself with words.
It came down to the king himself. He ordered to call both brothers and asked them four riddles:
What is the strongest and fastest thing in the world, what is the fattest thing in the world, what is the softest and sweetest thing of all? - And he gave them a period of three days: - Come on the fourth, give an answer!
The rich man thought and thought, remembered his godfather and went to her to ask for advice. She seated him at the table, began to treat him; and she asks:
What is so sad, kumanek?
Yes, the sovereign asked me four riddles, and set a deadline of only three days.
What's happened? Tell me.
But what, godfather: the first riddle - what is the strongest and fastest thing in the world?
What a riddle! My husband has a brown mare;
no faster! If you hit with a whip, the hare will catch up.
The second riddle: what is fatter in the world?
We have another year the pockmarked hog feeds; He's become so fat that he can't even get up!
The third riddle: what is the softest thing in the world?
A well-known case is a down jacket, you can’t imagine softer!
The fourth riddle: what is the sweetest thing in the world?
Dearest of all granddaughters Ivanushka!
Thank you, kuma! I taught the mind-reason, I will not forget for a century.
And the poor brother burst into bitter tears and went home; meets his seven-year-old daughter (the only family was that there was only one daughter).
What are you sighing about, father, and shedding tears?
How can I not sigh, how can I not shed tears? The king gave me four riddles, which I will never solve in my life.
Tell me what riddles?
But what, daughter: what is the strongest and fastest in the world, what is the fattest, what is the softest and what is the cutest?
Go, father, and tell the king: the wind is the strongest and fastest; the fattest of all is the earth: whatever grows, whatever lives, the earth nourishes! The hand is the softest of all: no matter what a person lies on, he puts his hand under his head, and sweat is sweeter than sleep in the whole world!
Both brothers came to the king: both the rich and the poor. The king listened to them and asks the poor.
Did you come by yourself, or who taught you? The poor man answers:
Your royal majesty! I have a seven-year-old daughter, she taught me.
When your daughter is wise, here is a silk thread for her;
let him weave a patterned towel for me in the morning.
The peasant took a silk thread, comes home sad and sad.
Our trouble! - says daughter - The king ordered to weave a towel from this thread.
Don't freak out, daddy! - answered the seven-year-old. She broke off a twig from a broom, gives it to her father and punishes:
Go to the king, tell him to find such a master who would make a cross from this twig: there would be something to weave a towel on!
The man reported this to the king. The king gives him a hundred and fifty eggs:
Give, he says, to your daughter; let him bring me a hundred and fifty chickens by tomorrow.
The peasant returned home even more abruptly, even sadder:
Ah, daughter! From one trouble you will dodge, another will be imposed!
Don't freak out, daddy! - answered the seven-year-old. She baked eggs and hid them for lunch and dinner, and sends her father to the king:
Tell him that chickens need one-day millet for food: in one day the field would be plowed, millet sown, harvested and threshed; our chickens will not peck at another millet!
The king listened and said:
When your daughter is wise, let her come to me in the morning - neither on foot, nor on a horse, nor naked, nor dressed, nor with a gift, nor without a gift.
“Well,” the peasant thinks, “even a daughter will not solve such a cunning problem; it’s about to disappear!”
Don't freak out, daddy! - the seven-year-old daughter told him. -Go to the hunters and buy me a live hare and a live quail.
Her father went and bought her a hare and a quail.
The next day, in the morning, the seven-year-old threw off all her clothes, put on a net, took a quail in her hands, sat astride a hare and went to the palace.
The king meets her at the gate. She bowed to the king:
Here's a present for you, sir! - And gives him a quail.
The king stretched out his hand: the quail fluttered - and flew away!
Well, - says the king, - as ordered, so she did. Tell me now: your father is poor, so what do you feed on?
My father catches fish on the dry shore, he doesn’t put the bait into the water, but I carry the fish around and cook the fish soup.
What are you, stupid! When does a fish live on a dry shore? Fish swim in the water!
Are you smart? When have you seen a cart bring a foal? Not a cart, a mare will give birth!
The king ordered that the foal be given to the poor peasant, and his daughter was taken to him; when the seven-year-old grew up, he married her, and she became queen.
Russian folk tales
Two brothers rode: one poor, the other eminent; both have a horse; from a poor mare, from an eminent gelding. They stopped for the night nearby. The poor mare brought at night
foal; the foal rolled under the rich man's cart. He wakes up the poor in the morning:
- Get up, brother, my cart gave birth to a foal at night.
The brother stands up and says:
- How can a cart give birth to a foal! This is my mare brought. Rich says:
- If your mare brought, the foal would be near!
They argued and went to the authorities: the eminent gives the judges money, and the poor justifies himself with words.
It came down to the king himself. He ordered to call both brothers and asked them four riddles:
“What is the strongest and fastest thing in the world, what is the fattest thing in the world, what is the softest and sweetest thing of all?” - And he gave them a period of three days: - Come on the fourth, give an answer!
The rich man thought and thought, remembered his godfather and went to her to ask for advice. She seated him at the table, began to treat him; and she asks:
- Why so sad, kumanek?
- Yes, the sovereign asked me four riddles, and set a deadline of only three days.
- What's happened? Tell me.
- And here's what, godfather: the first riddle - what is stronger and faster than everything in the world?
- What a mystery! My husband has a brown mare;
no faster! If you hit with a whip, the hare will catch up.
- The second riddle: what is fatter in the world?
- We have another year, the pockmarked boar feeds; He's become so fat that he can't even get up!
- The third riddle: what is the softest thing in the world?
- A well-known case - a down jacket, you can’t imagine softer!
- The fourth riddle: what is the sweetest thing in the world?
- The sweetest of all granddaughters is Ivanushka!
- Thank you, cousin! I taught the mind-reason, I will not forget for a century.
And the poor brother burst into bitter tears and went home; meets his seven-year-old daughter (the only family was that there was only one daughter).
- What are you, father, sighing and shedding tears?
How can I not sigh, how can I not shed tears? The king gave me four riddles, which I will never solve in my life.
“Tell me, what are the riddles?”
- But what, daughter: what is the strongest and fastest in the world, what is the fattest, what is the softest and what is the sweetest?
- Go, father, and tell the king: the wind is stronger and faster than anything; the earth is the fattest of all: whatever grows, whatever lives, the earth nourishes! The hand is the softest of all: no matter what a person lies on, he puts his hand under his head, and sweat is sweeter than sleep in the whole world!
Both brothers came to the king: both the rich and the poor. The king listened to them and asks the poor.
Did you come by yourself, or who taught you? The poor man answers:
"Your Royal Majesty!" I have a seven-year-old daughter, she taught me.
- When your daughter is wise, here is a silk thread for her;
let him weave a patterned towel for me in the morning.
The peasant took a silk thread, comes home sad and sad.
- Our trouble! - says daughter - The king ordered to weave a towel from this thread.
- Don't freak out, daddy! answered the seven year old. She broke off a twig from a broom, gives it to her father and punishes:
- Go to the king, tell him to find such a master who would make a cross from this twig: there would be something to weave a towel on!
The man reported this to the king. The king gives him a hundred and fifty eggs:
“Give it back,” he says, “to your daughter; let him bring me a hundred and fifty chickens by tomorrow.
The peasant returned home even more abruptly, even sadder:
- Oh, daughter! From one trouble you will dodge, another will be imposed!
- Don't freak out, daddy! answered the seven year old. She baked eggs and hid them for lunch and dinner, and sends her father to the king:
- Tell him that chickens need millet for food: in one day the field would be plowed, millet sown, harvested and threshed; our chickens will not peck at another millet!
The king listened and said:
- When your daughter is wise, let her come to me in the morning - not on foot, not on a horse, not naked, not dressed, not with a present, not without a gift.
“Well,” the peasant thinks, “even a daughter will not solve such a cunning problem; it’s about to disappear!”
- Don't freak out, daddy! - the seven-year-old daughter told him. -Go to the hunters and buy me a live hare and a live quail.
Her father went and bought her a hare and a quail.
The next day, in the morning, the seven-year-old threw off all her clothes, put on a net, took a quail in her hands, sat astride a hare and went to the palace.
The king meets her at the gate. She bowed to the king:
"Here's a present for you, sir!" - And gives him a quail.
The king stretched out his hand: the quail fluttered - and flew away!
- Well, - says the king, - as ordered, so she did. Tell me now: your father is poor, so what do you feed on?
- My father catches fish on a dry shore, he doesn’t put the bait into the water, but I carry the fish halfway up and cook the fish soup.
- What are you, stupid! When does a fish live on a dry shore? Fish swim in the water!
— Are you smart? When have you seen a cart bring a foal? Not a cart, a mare will give birth!
The king ordered that the foal be given to the poor peasant, and his daughter was taken to him; when the seven-year-old grew up, he married her, and she became queen.
