What's up, old man?
Well, give it to me, - says the counter, - I will learn all the tricks in three years. And after three years, on this very day, at this very hour, come for your son; Yes, look: if you don’t overstay, you will come on time and recognize your son - you will take him back, but if not, then he should stay with me.
The grandfather was so delighted and did not ask: who is the stranger, where does he live and what will the little one teach? I gave him my son and went home. Came home in joy; told the woman about everything; and the counter was a sorcerer. Three years have passed, and the old man has completely forgotten on what day he sent his son to science, and does not know what to do with him. And the day before the deadline, the son flew to him like a small bird, slammed against the mound and entered the hut as a good fellow, bowed to his father and said: tomorrow it will be exactly three years, you have to come for him; and told where to come for him and how to recognize him.
I'm not the only one with my master in science. There are, - he says, - eleven more workers, they remained with him forever - because their parents could not recognize them; and only you do not recognize me, so I will remain the twelfth with him. Tomorrow, when you come for me, the owner of all of us will release twelve white doves - feather to feather, tail to tail and head to head are even. So you look: everyone will fly high, but I, no, no, yes, and I’ll take it higher than everyone. The owner will ask: did he recognize his son? You and point to that dove that is tallest of all.
After that, he will bring out twelve stallions for you - all of the same color, manes on one side, and even in appearance; as you begin to pass by those stallions, carefully note: no, no, yes, I will stamp with my right foot. The owner will ask again: did he recognize his son? Feel free to point at me.
In the morning, the grandfather got up, got ready and went after his son. He comes to the sorcerer. Well, the old man, - says the sorcerer, - has taught your son all the tricks. Only if you do not recognize him, he will remain with me forever and ever.
Recognize, old man, your son!
How to find out, look, everyone is equal!
Say it's mine!
I found out, I found out, grandfather! - says the sorcerer. Another time he released twelve stallions - all as one, and manes on one side.
Well, grandfather! Did you recognize your son?
Not yet, wait a little.
Yes, when I saw that one stallion stamped his right foot, now he pointed at him:
Say it's mine!
I found out, I found out, grandfather!
Grandfather once passed by the good fellows - he didn’t notice anything, he walked through the other - nothing, but how he passed and the third time - he saw a fly on the right cheek of one young man and said:
Say it's mine!
I found out, I found out, grandfather!
Father, - says the son, - I will now become a dog. The master will buy me, but you sell me, but don’t sell the collar; Otherwise, I will not turn back to you!
The master saw that the old man was leading a dog, began to trade it: the dog did not seem to him like that, as the collar is good.
The master gives a hundred rubles for her, and the grandfather asks for three hundred; bargained, bargained, and the master bought a dog for two hundred rubles.
Grandfather thought and thought (after all, you really can’t buy a dog without a collar!) and gave it away with a collar.
Grandfather goes along the road, goes wide, and thinks: how to show his eyes home, how to tell the old woman where he put his son! And his son had caught up with him.
Eh, father! - speaks. - Why did you sell it with a collar? Well, if we hadn’t met a hare, I wouldn’t have returned, I would have disappeared for nothing!
Father, I will turn into a bird, take me to the market and sell me; just don't sell the cages, or I won't come back home!
People surrounded the old man, vying with each other began to trade the bird: so it seemed to everyone!
Well, daughter, - she says at home, - I bought our rogue!
Where is he?
Father! I will turn today into a horse; look, sell the horse, but you cannot sell the bridles; I don't go back home.
How can I lead a horse? - asks the sorcerer. - Give me at least to bring to the court, and there, perhaps, take your bridle: it is not for me to gain!
The sorcerer brought the horse to his yard, put it in the stable, tied it tightly to the ring and pulled his head high: the horse stands on its hind legs, the front ones do not grab to the ground.
Well, daughter, - the sorcerer says again, - that's when he bought our rogue so smoked!
Where is he?
It's on the stable.
The daughter rushed to her father.
Father, - he says, - I'm sorry! The horse has run away!
The sorcerer slammed down on the damp earth, turned into a gray wolf and set off in pursuit: it’s close, it’s catching up ... The horse ran to the river, hit the ground, turned into a ruff - and flopped into the water, and the wolf followed him like a pike ...
Tricky Science - Russian folk tale- Russian tales
Tricky Science
The old man returned home, wept and wept with the woman, mourned and grieved for his poverty, and again took his son to the city. As soon as they came to the city, a man comes across them and asks his grandfather:
What's up, old man?
How can I not get upset! - said the grandfather. - Here he drove, drove his son, no one takes without money into science, but there is no money!
Well, then give it to me, - says the counter, - I will learn all the tricks in three years. And after three years, on this very day, at this very hour, come for your son; Yes, look: if you do not overstay, you will arrive on time and you will recognize your son - you will take him back; and if not, then he should stay with me.
I am not the only one with my master in science; there are, - he says, - eleven more workers, they remained with him forever - because their parents could not recognize them; and only you do not recognize me, so I will remain the twelfth with him. Tomorrow, when you come for me, the owner of all of us will release twelve white doves - feather to feather, tail to tail and head to head are even. So you look: everyone will fly high, but I, no, no, yes, I’ll take it higher than everyone. The owner will ask: did he recognize his son? You and point to that dove that is higher than all.
He told all this, said goodbye to his father and went out of the house, slammed himself against the mound, became a bird and flew away to the owner.
Well, the old man, - says the sorcerer, - has taught your son all the tricks. Only, if you do not recognize him, he will remain with me forever and ever.
Recognize, old man, your son!
Say it's mine!
I found out, I found out, grandfather! - says the sorcerer.
The grandfather began to walk around the stallions and look closely, and the owner asks:
Well, grandfather? Did you recognize your son?
Not yet, wait a little.
Say it's mine!
I found out, I found out, grandfather!
For the third time, twelve good fellows came out - growth in height, hair in hair, voice to voice, all on the same face, as if one mother had given birth.
Say it's mine!
I found out, I found out, grandfather!
They walked and walked and saw: some gentleman was riding along the road.
Father, - says the son, - I will now become a dog; the master will buy me, you sell me, but don’t sell the collar; Otherwise, I will not turn back to you!
I did not sell the collar, - says the grandfather, - I sold one dog.
No, you're lying! Whoever bought the dog also bought the collar.
The master took and put the dog in his place, and the grandfather took the money and went home.
Just released, looks: the hare runs in one direction, the dog in the other - and ran into the forest.
The master waited, waited for her, did not wait and went without anything.
And the dog turned into a good fellow.
Eh, father! - speaks. - Why did you sell it with a collar? Well, if we didn’t meet a hare, I would
The main characters of the Russian folk tale - peasant son and a sorcerer. One peasant had a son, and the peasant wanted him to learn the sciences. But no one wanted to teach a peasant's son without money, and the peasant had no money. And then one day a man agreed to teach a peasant son for free. It was a sorcerer, but the peasant did not know about it. He agreed to send his son to study. The sorcerer warned the old man to come for his son in exactly three years. And if the peasant does not recognize his son, he will remain with the sorcerer forever.
Over time, the peasant forgot what day he should come for his son. But on the eve of the right day, his son turned into a bird and flew to his home. He told his father what day to come for him and suggested how to recognize him among other students.
The peasant came to the sorcerer and he released a dozen doves, which looked exactly the same. The old man pointed to a pigeon that flew higher than the others, and it turned out to be his son. Then the sorcerer brought out twelve stallions and again the peasant recognized his son. For the third time he recognized his son among the twelve fellows. The sorcerer had to give the peasant his son.
On the way home, the son turned into a dog and said to sell it to the master. The master bought a dog from a peasant, but then he saw a hare in the field and let the dog go after the hare. And the dog ran away from him and, returning to the peasant, turned into a man.
Another time, when the family needed money, the peasant's son turned into a bird and his father sold him to that same sorcerer. But he did not sell the cage in which the bird was. When the sorcerer returned home, he no longer had a bird.
After some time, when money was needed again, the son turned into a horse, and the peasant led him to sell. And again the sorcerer bought this particular horse. But he demanded that the horse be sold along with the bridle, and the peasant's son could not free himself. But the sorcerer's daughter took pity on the horse and loosened its bridle. The horse broke free and ran away. The sorcerer ran after him.
At the river, the horse turned into a ruff and jumped into the water. The sorcerer turned into a pike and dived after him. Then the ruff jumped onto the bridge, where the girls were washing clothes, and turned into a ring, which was picked up by one of the girls. The sorcerer began to demand this ring. The girl threw the ring, and it turned into grains. The sorcerer turned into a rooster and began to peck at these grains. One of the grains turned into a hawk, and the hawk pecked at the rooster.
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The main idea of \u200b\u200bthe tale "Tricky Science" is that free cheese is only in a mousetrap. When the peasant found out that his son would be taken into training for free, he did not suspect a dirty trick. Meanwhile, the sorcerer immediately decided not to return the peasant's son and turn him into his eternal servant. Only the foresight of the young man allowed him to be taken from the students after three years.
The fairy tale teaches to be dexterous and quick-witted. When the peasant son ran away from the sorcerer in the form of a horse, he changed his appearance several times, and when the sorcerer turned into a rooster, the peasant son turned into a hawk and destroyed the sorcerer.
In the fairy tale "Cunning Science" I liked the son of a peasant. He not only mastered the science of witchcraft well in three years, but also managed to find a way to free himself from the sorcerer. And when the sorcerer was chasing him and the heroes of the tale performed various transformations, the student managed to outplay his teacher and won a victory over the sorcerer.
What proverbs are suitable for the fairy tale "Cunning Science"?
Free cheese only happens in a mousetrap.
Live and learn.
Life will teach you how to cheat.
The Russian folk legend "Cunning Science" is an instructive book in which many useful thoughts are hidden. Fairy tale for kids different ages thanks to an interesting plot that will make you fantasize, think, remember. Together with the main character, young readers will plunge into the world of magic, rejoicing at the end of the victory of good over evil.
A long time ago, a son was growing up among the old people, whom his father really wanted to send to learn the craft. The thing is that people lived in severe poverty and dreamed that their son would learn a useful business, help them in their old age and not live in poverty. Unfortunately, no one wanted to take on teaching the boy for free.
The grandfather was upset, he came home and he and his wife began to be sad and lament about their not easy lot. After a while, the old man decided to go to the city again with his son for the craft. Before they had time to enter the city, when suddenly a man comes up to them and asks why the travelers have sad faces. The grandfather became sad, began to talk about his hard share. The fact that the son grows up without a craft and that there is nothing to pay for education. A passer-by suggested that he give his son exactly three years. During this time, he promises to learn science completely free of charge, with only one condition - exactly after the designated time, the grandfather will have to recognize the guy, otherwise he will lose him forever. Overjoyed that his son would be taught, the grandfather forgot to ask the traveler - who is he and what does he do? Quickly leaving the offspring, the old man ran home to please his grandmother.
Three years later, the father suddenly caught himself thinking that he did not remember at all where and when to pick up his son. At this time, a small bird flew to his house, which hit the ground and turned into a beautiful young man. He began to tell his father that a few years ago he got to study with a sorcerer. In addition to him, the teacher still has guys who could not be recognized by relatives and the sorcerer made them hired workers. During the meeting, the wizard will turn all the young men into identical doves. All of them will fly low and only the grandfather's son will rise above all. By this sign it will be possible to identify him.
After the sorcerer will turn the workers into stallions. In order for the father to recognize his son, he will sometimes stomp his right hoof. The last test is the transformation of young men into the same fellows. A little fly should have helped the grandfather to recognize his son among them.
At the appointed time, the grandfather appeared at the meeting place and easily passed all the tests. The sorcerer gave him his son, but it was not easy to let him go just like that. Soon the case turned up - the guy decided to help his father earn money and turned into a dog. Her grandfather sold profitably, along with the collar. Well, the master decided to hunt a hare and let his new friend go. The son ran to his father, said that he would turn into a bird that could be sold. You couldn't just give away the cage. The grandfather agreed, but only did not fulfill the request - he was greedy. And from this trouble the son returned, but the sorcerer didn’t really like it all. He planned how to keep the guy forever, only the student learned the craft well, outdid his teacher.
There lived a grandfather and a woman, they had a son. The old man was poor; he wanted to give his son to science, so that from his youth his parents would be happy, in old age for a change, and after death for the memory of the soul, but what will you do if there is no prosperity! He took him around, took him around the cities - maybe someone will take him as an apprentice; No, no one undertook to teach without money.
The old man returned home, wept and wept with the woman, mourned and grieved for his poverty, and again took his son to the city. As soon as they came to the city, a man comes across them and asks his grandfather:
What's up, old man?
How can I not get upset! - said the grandfather. - Here he drove, drove his son, no one takes without money into science, but there is no money!
Well, then give it to me, - says the counter, - I will learn all the tricks in three years. And after three years, on this very day, at this very hour, come for your son; Yes, look: if you do not overstay, you will arrive on time and you will recognize your son - you will take him back; and if not, then he should stay with me.
The grandfather was so delighted and did not ask: who is the stranger, where does he live and what will the little one teach? I gave him my son and went home. He came home in joy, told the woman about everything; and the counter was a sorcerer.
Three years have passed, and the old man has completely forgotten on what day he sent his son to science, and does not know what to do with him. And the day before the deadline, the son flew to him like a small bird, slammed on the mound and entered the hut as a good fellow, bowed to his father and said: tomorrow it will be exactly three years, you have to come for him; and told where to come for him and how to recognize him.
I am not the only one with my master in science; there are, - he says, - eleven more workers, they remained with him forever - because their parents could not recognize them; and only you do not recognize me, so I will remain the twelfth with him. Tomorrow, when you come for me, the owner of all of us will release twelve white doves - feather to feather, tail to tail and head to head are even. So you look: everyone will fly high, but I, no, no, yes, I’ll take it higher than everyone. The owner will ask: did he recognize his son? You and point to that dove that is higher than all.
After that, he will bring twelve stallions to you - all of the same color, manes on one side and even in appearance: as you begin to pass by those stallions, carefully note: no, no, yes, I’ll stomp with my right foot. The owner will ask again: did he recognize his son? Feel free to point at me.
After that, he will bring twelve good fellows to you - height to height, hair to hair, voice to voice, all on the same face and clothes are even. As you begin to pass by those fellows, note: no, no, yes, and a small fly will sit on my right cheek. The owner will again ask: did he recognize his son? You show me.
He told all this, said goodbye to his father and went out of the house, slammed himself against the mound, became a bird and flew away to the owner.
In the morning, the grandfather got up, got ready and went after his son. Comes to the sorcerer.
Well, the old man, - says the sorcerer, - has taught your son all the tricks. Only, if you do not recognize him, he will remain with me forever and ever.
After that, he released twelve white doves - feather to feather, tail to tail, head to head are even, and says:
Recognize, old man, your son!
How to find out, look, everyone is equal! I looked, looked, and how one dove rose above all, pointed to that dove:
Say it's mine!
I found out, I found out, grandfather! - says the sorcerer.
On another occasion, he released twelve stallions - all as one, and manes on one side.
The grandfather began to walk around the stallions and look closely, and the owner asks:
Well, grandfather? Did you recognize your son?
Not yet, wait a little.
Yes, when he saw that one stallion stamped his right foot, he now pointed at him:
Say it's mine!
I found out, I found out, grandfather!
For the third time, twelve good fellows came out - growth in height, hair in hair, voice to voice, all on the same face, as if one mother had given birth.
Grandfather once passed by the good fellows - he didn’t notice anything, he passed through another one - nothing too, but when he passed for the third time - he saw a fly on one young man’s right cheek and said:
Say it's mine!
I found out, I found out, grandfather!
There is nothing to do, the sorcerer gave the old man his son, and they went home.
They walked and walked and saw: some gentleman was riding along the road.
Father, - says the son, - I will now become a dog; the master will buy me, you sell me, but don’t sell the collar; Otherwise, I will not turn back to you!
He said so and at the same moment he hit the ground and turned into a dog.
The master saw that the old man was leading a dog, began to trade it: the dog didn’t seem to him like a good collar. The master gives a hundred rubles for her, and the grandfather asks for three hundred; bargained, bargained, and bought the master's dog for two hundred rubles.
As soon as the grandfather began to take off the collar - where! - the master does not want to hear about it, he rests.
I did not sell the collar, - says the grandfather, - I sold one dog.
No, you're lying! Whoever bought the dog also bought the collar.
Grandfather thought and thought (after all, you really can’t buy a dog without a collar) and gave it away with a collar.
The master took and put the dog in his place, and the grandfather took the money and went home.
Here the master rides himself and rides, suddenly - out of nowhere - a hare runs towards him.
"What - the master thinks - or let the dog go after the hare and see her agility!"
Just released, looks: the hare runs in one direction, the dog in the other - and ran into the forest.
The master waited, waited for her, did not wait and went without anything.
And the dog turned into a good fellow.
Grandfather goes along the road, goes wide and thinks: how to show his eyes home, how to tell the old woman where he put his son? And his son had caught up with him.
Eh, father! - speaks. - Why did you sell it with a collar? Well, if we hadn’t met a hare, I wouldn’t have returned, I would have disappeared for nothing!
They returned home and live little by little. How much, how little time has passed, on one Sunday the son says to his father:
Father, I will turn into a bird, take me to the market and sell me; just don't sell the cages, or I won't come back home.
He hit the ground, became a bird, the old man put her in a cage and carried her to sell.
The sorcerer also came, immediately recognized his grandfather and guessed what kind of bird he had in a cage. The one gives dearly, the other gives dearly, and he is dearest of all: the old man sold him a bird, but he does not give the cage; the sorcerer back and forth, fought with him, fought - he takes nothing!
He took one bird, wrapped it in a scarf and carried it home.
Well, daughter, - she says at home, - I bought our rogue!
Where is he?
The sorcerer opened his handkerchief, but the bird was gone for a long time: it flew away, my dear!
It's Sunday again. Son says to father:
Father! I will turn today into a horse; look, sell the horse, but you can’t sell the bridles: otherwise I won’t turn back home.
He slammed on the damp earth and became a horse; her grandfather took her to the market to sell.
The old man was surrounded by merchants, all horse traders: he gives dearly, the other gives dearly, and the sorcerer is dearest of all.
The grandfather sold him his son, but he does not give back the bridle.
How can I lead a horse? - asks the sorcerer. - Give me at least to bring to the court, and there, perhaps, take your bridle: it is not for me to gain!
Here all the horse dealers attacked the grandfather: it’s not like that! Sold the horse - sold the bridle. What can you do with them? Grandfather gave the bridle.
Well, daughter, - the sorcerer says again, - that's when I bought it, so I bought our rogue.
Where is he?
It's on the stable.
The daughter ran to look; she felt sorry for the good fellow, she really wanted to let go of the reins, she began to unravel and untie, and in the meantime the horse broke free and went off to count miles.
The daughter rushed to her father.
Father, - he says, - I'm sorry! Sin beguiled me, the horse ran away!
The sorcerer slammed down on the damp earth, turned into a gray wolf and set off in pursuit: here it is close, here it will catch up!
The horse ran to the river, hit the ground, turned into a ruff - and flopped into the water, and the wolf followed him like a pike.
Ruff ran, ran through the water, reached the rafts where the red maidens wash their linen, threw himself in a golden ring and rolled under the feet of the merchant's daughter.
The merchant's daughter picked up the ring and hid it. And the sorcerer became still a man.
Give, - sticks to her, - my golden ring.
Take it! - says the girl and threw the ring to the ground.
As it hit, at the same moment it crumbled into small grains. The sorcerer turned into a rooster and rushed to peck; while he was pecking, one grain turned into a hawk, and the rooster had a bad time: the hawk pulled him up!
That fairy tale ends.
Tricky Science is a Russian folk tale on which more than one generation of children grew up. It tells about a poor man and his son. The father dreamed of sending his son to an apprenticeship, but he could not pay for the education. He met a sorcerer and took his son as an apprentice without pay, with the condition that the peasant come for the offspring in three years. How did the meeting between father and son happen years later? Read in a fairy tale about good and evil, ingenuity, foresight and the ability to find a way out of any situation.
There lived a grandfather and a woman, they had a son. The old man was poor; he wanted to give his son to science, so that from his youth he would be for the joy of his parents, in old age for a change, but what will you do if there is no prosperity! He took him around, took him around the cities - maybe someone will take him as an apprentice; No, no one undertook to teach without money.
The old man returned home, wept and wept with the woman, mourned and grieved for his poverty, and again took his son to the city. As soon as they came to the city, a man comes across them and asks his grandfather:
What's up, old man?
How can I not get upset! - said the grandfather. - Here he drove, drove his son, no one takes science without money, but there is no money!
Well, then give it to me, - says the counter, - I will learn all the tricks in three years. And after three years, on this very day, at this very hour, come for your son; Yes, look: if you don’t overstay, you will come on time and recognize your son - you will take him back, but if not, then he should stay with me.
The grandfather was so delighted and did not ask: who is the stranger, where does he live and what will the little one teach? I gave him my son and went home. He came home in joy, told the woman about everything; and the counter was a sorcerer.
Three years have passed, and the old man has completely forgotten on what day he sent his son to science, and does not know what to do with him. And the day before the deadline, the son flew to him like a small bird, slammed against the mound and entered the hut as a good fellow, bowed to his father and said: tomorrow it will be exactly three years, you have to come for him; and told where to come for him and how to recognize him.
I'm not the only one with my master in science. There are, - he says, - eleven more workers, they remained with him forever - because their parents could not recognize them; and only you do not recognize me, so I will remain the twelfth with him. Tomorrow, when you come for me, the owner of all of us will release twelve white doves - feather to feather, tail to tail and head to head are even. So you look: everyone will fly high, but I, no, no, yes, I’ll take it higher than everyone. The owner will ask: did you recognize your son? You and point to that dove that is tallest of all.
After that, he will bring twelve stallions to you - all of the same color, manes on one side, and even in appearance; as you begin to pass by those stallions, carefully note: I, no, no, yes, with my right foot and stomp. The owner will ask again: did he recognize his son? Feel free to point at me.
After that, he will bring out twelve good fellows to you - height to height, hair to hair, voice to voice, all on the same face and clothes are equal. As you begin to pass by those fellows, note: no, no, yes, and a small fly will sit on my right cheek. The owner will again ask: did he recognize his son? You show me.
He told all this, said goodbye to his father and went out of the house, slammed himself against the mound, became a bird and flew away to the owner.
In the morning, the grandfather got up, got ready and went after his son. Comes to the sorcerer.
Well, the old man, - says the sorcerer, - has taught your son all the tricks. Only if you do not recognize him, he will remain with me forever and ever.
After that, he released twelve white doves - feather to feather, tail to tail, head to head are even - and says:
Recognize, old man, your son!
How to find out, look, everyone is equal!
I looked, looked, and how one dove rose above all, pointed to that dove:
Say it's mine!
I found out, I found out, grandfather! - says the sorcerer.
Another time he released twelve stallions - all as one, and manes on one side.
The grandfather began to walk around the stallions and look closely, and the owner asks:
Well, grandfather! Did you recognize your son?
Not yet, wait a little.
Yes, when he saw that one stallion stamped his right foot, he now pointed at him:
Say it's mine!
I found out, I found out, grandfather!
For the third time, twelve good fellows came out - growth in height, hair in hair, voice to voice, all on the same face, as if one mother had given birth.
Grandfather once passed by the good fellows - he didn’t notice anything, he went through another one - nothing too, but when he passed for the third time - he saw a fly on one young man’s right cheek and said:
Say it's mine!
I found out, I found out, grandfather!
Here, there is nothing to do, the sorcerer gave the old man his son, and they went home to themselves.
They walked and walked and saw: some gentleman was riding along the road.
Father, - says the son, - I will now become a dog. The master will buy me, but you sell me, but don’t sell the collar; Otherwise, I will not turn back to you!
He said so, and at that very moment he hit the ground and turned into a dog.
The master saw that the old man was leading a dog, began to trade it: the dog did not seem to him like that, as the collar is good. The master gives a hundred rubles for her, and the grandfather asks for three hundred; bargained, bargained, and bought the master's dog for two hundred rubles.
As soon as the grandfather began to take off the collar, - where! - the master does not want to hear about it, he rests.
I did not sell the collar, - says the grandfather, - I sold one dog.
No, you're lying! Whoever bought the dog also bought the collar.
Grandfather thought and thought (after all, you really can’t buy a dog without a collar!) and gave it away with a collar.
The master took and put the dog in his place, and the grandfather took the money and went home.
Here the master rides to himself and rides, suddenly, out of nowhere, a hare runs towards him.
“What,” the master thinks, “or let the dog out after the hare and see her agility?”
Just released, looks: the hare runs in one direction, the dog in the other - and ran into the forest.
The master waited, waited for her, did not wait and went without anything.
And the dog turned into a good fellow.
Grandfather goes along the road, goes wide and thinks: how to show his eyes home, how to tell the old woman where he was doing his son! And his son had caught up with him.
Eh, father! - speaks. - Why did you sell it with a collar? Well, if we hadn’t met a hare, I wouldn’t have returned, I would have disappeared for nothing!
They returned home and live little by little. How much, how little time has passed, on one Sunday the son says to his father:
Father, I will turn into a bird, take me to the market and sell me; just don't sell the cages, or I won't come back home!
He hit the ground, became a bird; the old man put her in a cage and carried her to sell.
People surrounded the old man, vying with each other began to trade the bird: that's how it seemed to everyone!
The sorcerer also came, immediately recognized his grandfather and guessed what kind of bird he had in a cage. The one gives dearly, the other gives dearly, and he is dearest of all; the old man sold him a bird, but he does not give away the cages; the sorcerer back and forth, fought with him, fought, takes nothing!
I took one bird, wrapped it in a scarf and carried it home!
Well, daughter, - she says at home, - I bought our rogue!
Where is he?
The sorcerer opened his handkerchief, but the bird was gone for a long time: the hearty bird has flown away!
It's Sunday again. Son says to father:
Father! I will turn today into a horse; look, sell the horse, but you cannot sell the bridles; I don't go back home.
He slammed on the damp earth and became a horse; her grandfather took her to the market to sell.
The old man was surrounded by merchants, all horse traders: he gives dearly, the other gives dearly, and the sorcerer is dearest of all.
The grandfather sold him his son, but he does not give back the bridle.
How can I lead a horse? - asks the sorcerer. - Give me at least to bring to the court, and there, perhaps, take your bridle: it is not for me to gain!
Here all the horse dealers attacked the grandfather: it’s not like that! Sold the horse - sold the bridle. What can you do with them? Grandfather gave the bridle.
The sorcerer brought the horse to his yard, put it in the stable, tied it tightly to the ring and pulled his head high: the horse stands on one hind legs, the front legs do not reach the ground.
Well, daughter, - the sorcerer says again, - that's when I bought it, I bought our rogue!
Where is he?
It's on the stable.
The daughter ran to look; she felt sorry for the good fellow, she really wanted to let go of the reins, she began to unravel and untie, and in the meantime the horse broke free and went off to count miles.
The daughter rushed to her father.
Father, - he says, - I'm sorry! The horse has run away!
The sorcerer slammed down on the damp earth, turned into a gray wolf and set off in pursuit: here it is close, here it will catch up ...
The horse ran to the river, hit the ground, turned into a ruff - and flopped into the water, and the wolf followed him like a pike ...
Ruff ran, ran through the water, reached the rafts where the red maidens wash their linen, threw himself in a golden ring and rolled under the feet of the merchant's daughter.
The merchant's daughter picked up the ring and hid it. And the sorcerer became still a man.
Give, - sticks to her, - my golden ring.
Take it! - says the girl and threw the ring to the ground.
As it hit, at that very moment it crumbled into small grains. The sorcerer turned into a rooster and rushed to peck; while pecking, one grain turned into a hawk, and the rooster had a bad time: the hawk pulled him up.
That fairy tale is over, and I'm dying of honey.
The main characters of a Russian folk tale are a peasant's son and a sorcerer. One peasant had a son, and the peasant wanted him to learn the sciences. But no one wanted to teach a peasant's son without money, and the peasant had no money. And then one day a man agreed to teach a peasant son for free. It was a sorcerer, but the peasant did not know about it. He agreed to send his son to study. The sorcerer warned the old man to come for his son in exactly three years. And if the peasant does not recognize his son, he will remain with the sorcerer forever.
Over time, the peasant forgot what day he should come for his son. But on the eve of the right day, his son turned into a bird and flew to his home. He told his father what day to come for him and suggested how to recognize him among other students.
The peasant came to the sorcerer and he released a dozen doves, which looked exactly the same. The old man pointed to a pigeon that flew higher than the others, and it turned out to be his son. Then the sorcerer brought out twelve stallions and again the peasant recognized his son. For the third time he recognized his son among the twelve fellows. The sorcerer had to give the peasant his son.
On the way home, the son turned into a dog and said to sell it to the master. The master bought a dog from a peasant, but then he saw a hare in the field and let the dog go after the hare. And the dog ran away from him and, returning to the peasant, turned into a man.
Another time, when the family needed money, the peasant's son turned into a bird and his father sold him to that same sorcerer. But he did not sell the cage in which the bird was. When the sorcerer returned home, he no longer had a bird.
After some time, when money was needed again, the son turned into a horse, and the peasant led him to sell. And again the sorcerer bought this particular horse. But he demanded that the horse be sold along with the bridle, and the peasant's son could not free himself. But the sorcerer's daughter took pity on the horse and loosened its bridle. The horse broke free and ran away. The sorcerer ran after him.
At the river, the horse turned into a ruff and jumped into the water. The sorcerer turned into a pike and dived after him. Then the ruff jumped onto the bridge, where the girls were washing clothes, and turned into a ring, which was picked up by one of the girls. The sorcerer began to demand this ring. The girl threw the ring, and it turned into grains. The sorcerer turned into a rooster and began to peck at these grains. One of the grains turned into a hawk, and the hawk pecked at the rooster.
This is the summary of the story.
The main idea of \u200b\u200bthe tale "Tricky Science" is that free cheese is only in a mousetrap. When the peasant found out that his son would be taken into training for free, he did not suspect a dirty trick. Meanwhile, the sorcerer immediately decided not to return the peasant's son and turn him into his eternal servant. Only the foresight of the young man allowed him to be taken from the students after three years.
The fairy tale teaches to be dexterous and quick-witted. When the peasant son ran away from the sorcerer in the form of a horse, he changed his appearance several times, and when the sorcerer turned into a rooster, the peasant son turned into a hawk and destroyed the sorcerer.
In the fairy tale "Cunning Science" I liked the son of a peasant. He not only mastered the science of witchcraft well in three years, but also managed to find a way to free himself from the sorcerer. And when the sorcerer was chasing him and the heroes of the tale performed various transformations, the student managed to outplay his teacher and won a victory over the sorcerer.
What proverbs are suitable for the fairy tale "Cunning Science"?
Free cheese only happens in a mousetrap.
Live and learn.
Life will teach you how to cheat.
A fabulous story about how a man wanted to teach his son, but no one wanted to accept a guy. They gave the young man to be trained by a stranger who was a sorcerer. It was necessary to pick up the guy exactly in 3 years, but the old people forgot what day. They grieved until their son returned home ... Find out in the story how the family managed to defeat the sorcerer.
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There lived a grandfather and a woman, they had a son. The old man was poor; he wanted to give his son to science, so that from his youth he would be for the joy of his parents, in old age for a change, but what will you do if there is no prosperity! He took him around, took him around the cities - maybe someone will take him as an apprentice; No, no one undertook to teach without money.
The old man returned home, wept and wept with the woman, mourned and grieved for his poverty, and again took his son to the city. As soon as they came to the city, a man comes across them and asks his grandfather:
What's up, old man?
How can I not get upset! - said the grandfather. - Here he drove, drove his son, no one takes science without money, but there is no money!
Well, then give it to me, - says the counter, - I will learn all the tricks in three years. And after three years, on this very day, at this very hour, come for your son; Yes, look: if you don’t overstay, you will come on time and recognize your son - you will take him back, but if not, then he should stay with me.
The grandfather was so delighted and did not ask: who is the stranger, where does he live and what will the little one teach? I gave him my son and went home. He came home in joy, told the woman about everything; and the counter was a sorcerer.
Three years have passed, and the old man has completely forgotten on what day he sent his son to science, and does not know what to do with him. And the day before the deadline, the son flew to him like a small bird, slammed against the mound and entered the hut as a good fellow, bowed to his father and said: tomorrow it will be exactly three years, you have to come for him; and told where to come for him and how to recognize him.
I'm not the only one with my master in science. There are, - he says, - eleven more workers, they remained with him forever - because their parents could not recognize them; and only you do not recognize me, so I will remain the twelfth with him. Tomorrow, when you come for me, the owner of all of us will release twelve white doves - feather to feather, tail to tail and head to head are even. So you look: everyone will fly high, but I, no, no, yes, I’ll take it higher than everyone. The owner will ask: did you recognize your son? You and point to that dove that is tallest of all.
After that, he will bring twelve stallions to you - all of the same color, manes on one side, and even in appearance; as you begin to pass by those stallions, carefully note: I, no, no, yes, with my right foot and stomp. The owner will ask again: did he recognize his son? Feel free to point at me.
After that, he will bring out twelve good fellows to you - height to height, hair to hair, voice to voice, all on the same face and clothes are equal. As you begin to pass by those fellows, note: no, no, yes, and a small fly will sit on my right cheek. The owner will again ask: did he recognize his son? You show me.
He told all this, said goodbye to his father and went out of the house, slammed himself against the mound, became a bird and flew away to the owner.
In the morning, the grandfather got up, got ready and went after his son. Comes to the sorcerer.
Well, the old man, - says the sorcerer, - has taught your son all the tricks. Only if you do not recognize him, he will remain with me forever and ever.
After that, he released twelve white doves - feather to feather, tail to tail, head to head are even - and says:
Recognize, old man, your son!
How to find out, look, everyone is equal!
I looked, looked, and how one dove rose above all, pointed to that dove:
Say it's mine!
I found out, I found out, grandfather! - says the sorcerer.
Another time he released twelve stallions - all as one, and manes on one side.
The grandfather began to walk around the stallions and look closely, and the owner asks:
Well, grandfather! Did you recognize your son?
Not yet, wait a little.
Yes, when he saw that one stallion stamped his right foot, he now pointed at him:
Say it's mine!
I found out, I found out, grandfather!
For the third time, twelve good fellows came out - growth in height, hair in hair, voice to voice, all on the same face, as if one mother had given birth.
Grandfather once passed by the good fellows - he didn’t notice anything, he went through another one - nothing too, but when he passed for the third time - he saw a fly on one young man’s right cheek and said:
Say it's mine!
I found out, I found out, grandfather!
Here, there is nothing to do, the sorcerer gave the old man his son, and they went home to themselves.
They walked and walked and saw: some gentleman was riding along the road.
Father, - says the son, - I will now become a dog. The master will buy me, but you sell me, but don’t sell the collar; Otherwise, I will not turn back to you!
He said so, and at that very moment he hit the ground and turned into a dog.
The master saw that the old man was leading a dog, began to trade it: the dog did not seem to him like that, as the collar is good. The master gives a hundred rubles for her, and the grandfather asks for three hundred; bargained, bargained, and bought the master's dog for two hundred rubles.
As soon as the grandfather began to take off the collar, - where! - the master does not want to hear about it, he rests.
I did not sell the collar, - says the grandfather, - I sold one dog.
No, you're lying! Whoever bought the dog also bought the collar.
Grandfather thought and thought (after all, you really can’t buy a dog without a collar!) and gave it away with a collar.
The master took and put the dog in his place, and the grandfather took the money and went home.
Here the master rides to himself and rides, suddenly, out of nowhere, a hare runs towards him.
“What,” the master thinks, “or let the dog out after the hare and see her agility?”
Just released, looks: the hare runs in one direction, the dog in the other - and ran into the forest.
The master waited, waited for her, did not wait and went without anything.
And the dog turned into a good fellow.
Grandfather goes along the road, goes wide and thinks: how to show his eyes home, how to tell the old woman where he was doing his son! And his son had caught up with him.
Eh, father! - speaks. - Why did you sell it with a collar? Well, if we hadn’t met a hare, I wouldn’t have returned, I would have disappeared for nothing!
They returned home and live little by little. How much, how little time has passed, on one Sunday the son says to his father:
Father, I will turn into a bird, take me to the market and sell me; just don't sell the cages, or I won't come back home!
He hit the ground, became a bird; the old man put her in a cage and carried her to sell.
People surrounded the old man, vying with each other began to trade the bird: that's how it seemed to everyone!
The sorcerer also came, immediately recognized his grandfather and guessed what kind of bird he had in a cage. The one gives dearly, the other gives dearly, and he is dearest of all; the old man sold him a bird, but he does not give away the cages; the sorcerer back and forth, fought with him, fought, takes nothing!
I took one bird, wrapped it in a scarf and carried it home!
Well, daughter, - she says at home, - I bought our rogue!
Where is he?
The sorcerer opened his handkerchief, but the bird was gone for a long time: the hearty bird has flown away!
It's Sunday again. Son says to father:
Father! I will turn today into a horse; look, sell the horse, but you cannot sell the bridles; I don't go back home.
He slammed on the damp earth and became a horse; her grandfather took her to the market to sell.
The old man was surrounded by merchants, all horse traders: he gives dearly, the other gives dearly, and the sorcerer is dearest of all.
The grandfather sold him his son, but he does not give back the bridle.
How can I lead a horse? - asks the sorcerer. - Give me at least to bring to the court, and there, perhaps, take your bridle: it is not for me to gain!
Here all the horse dealers attacked the grandfather: it’s not like that! Sold the horse - sold the bridle. What can you do with them? Grandfather gave the bridle.
The sorcerer brought the horse to his yard, put it in the stable, tied it tightly to the ring and pulled his head high: the horse stands on one hind legs, the front legs do not reach the ground.
Well, daughter, - the sorcerer says again, - that's when I bought it, I bought our rogue!
Where is he?
It's on the stable.
The daughter ran to look; she felt sorry for the good fellow, she really wanted to let go of the reins, she began to unravel and untie, and in the meantime the horse broke free and went off to count miles.
The daughter rushed to her father.
Father, - he says, - I'm sorry! The horse has run away!
The sorcerer slammed down on the damp earth, turned into a gray wolf and set off in pursuit: here it is close, here it will catch up ...
The horse ran to the river, hit the ground, turned into a ruff - and flopped into the water, and the wolf followed him like a pike ...
Ruff ran, ran through the water, reached the rafts where the red maidens wash their linen, threw himself in a golden ring and rolled under the feet of the merchant's daughter.
The merchant's daughter picked up the ring and hid it. And the sorcerer became still a man.
Give, - sticks to her, - my golden ring.
Take it! - says the girl and threw the ring to the ground.
As it hit, at that very moment it crumbled into small grains. The sorcerer turned into a rooster and rushed to peck; while pecking, one grain turned into a hawk, and the rooster had a bad time: the hawk pulled him up.
That fairy tale is over, and I'm dying of honey.
"Cunning Science" summary will tell what the fairy tale teaches and what is told in it.
"Tricky Science" summary
What does the fairy tale "Cunning Science" teach? The fairy tale teaches to be dexterous and quick-witted. When the peasant son ran away from the sorcerer in the form of a horse, he changed his appearance several times, and when the sorcerer turned into a rooster, the peasant son turned into a hawk and destroyed the sorcerer.
A grandfather and a woman have a son. I want the old man to give the guy to science, but there is no money. The old man takes his son around the cities, but no one wants to teach him without money. Once he meets a man who agrees to teach the guy tricky science for 3 years. But he sets a condition: if the old man does not recognize his son in 3 years, he will forever remain with the teacher. This teacher was a wizard
The day before the appointed time, the son flies to his father as a small bird and says that the teacher has 11 more students whom the parents did not recognize, and they remained with the owner forever.
The son teaches the father how to recognize him.
The peasant came to the sorcerer and he released a dozen doves, which looked exactly the same. The old man pointed to a pigeon that flew higher than the others, and it turned out to be his son. Then the sorcerer brought out twelve stallions and again the peasant recognized his son. For the third time he recognized his son among the twelve fellows. The sorcerer had to give the peasant his son. Father and son go home.
On the way they meet a gentleman. The son turns into a dog and tells his father to sell him to his master, but without a collar. The old man sells with a collar. The son still manages to escape from the master and return home.
After some time, the son turns into a bird, tells his father to sell him at the market, but without a cage. The father does just that. The teacher-sorcerer buys a bird, and she flies away.
Then the son turns into a stallion and asks his father to sell him without a bridle. The father again sells the horse to the sorcerer, but he also has to give up the bridle. The sorcerer brings the horse home and ties it up. The sorcerer's daughter out of pity wants to lengthen the reins, and the horse runs away. The sorcerer is chasing him with a gray wolf. The good fellow turns into a ruff, the sorcerer turns into a pike ... Then the ruff turns into a golden ring, the merchant's daughter takes it, but the sorcerer demands that she give the ring. The girl throws the ring, it crumbles into grains, and the sorcerer in the form of a rooster pecks the grain. One grain turns into a hawk that bullies a rooster.
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There lived a grandfather and a woman, they had a son. The old man was poor; he wanted to give his son to science, so that from his youth he would be for the joy of his parents, in old age for a change, but what will you do if there is no prosperity! He took him around, took him around the cities - maybe someone will take him as an apprentice; No, no one undertook to teach without money.
The old man returned home, wept and wept with the woman, mourned and grieved for his poverty, and again took his son to the city. As soon as they came to the city, a man comes across them and asks his grandfather:
What's up, old man?
How can I not get upset! - said the grandfather. - Here he drove, drove his son, no one takes science without money, but there is no money!
Well, then give it to me, - says the counter, - I will learn all the tricks in three years. And after three years, on this very day, at this very hour, come for your son; Yes, look: if you don’t overstay, you will come on time and recognize your son - you will take him back, but if not, then he should stay with me.
The grandfather was so delighted and did not ask: who is the stranger, where does he live and what will the little one teach? I gave him my son and went home. He came home in joy, told the woman about everything; and the counter was a sorcerer.
Three years have passed, and the old man has completely forgotten on what day he sent his son to science, and does not know what to do with him. And the day before the deadline, the son flew to him like a small bird, slammed against the mound and entered the hut as a good fellow, bowed to his father and said: tomorrow it will be exactly three years, you have to come for him; and told where to come for him and how to recognize him.
I'm not the only one with my master in science. There are, - he says, - eleven more workers, they remained with him forever - because their parents could not recognize them; and only you do not recognize me, so I will remain the twelfth with him. Tomorrow, when you come for me, the owner of all of us will release twelve white doves - feather to feather, tail to tail and head to head are even. So you look: everyone will fly high, but I, no, no, yes, I’ll take it higher than everyone. The owner will ask: did you recognize your son? You and point to that dove that is tallest of all.
After that, he will bring twelve stallions to you - all of the same color, manes on one side, and even in appearance; as you begin to pass by those stallions, carefully note: I, no, no, yes, with my right foot and stomp. The owner will ask again: did he recognize his son? Feel free to point at me.
After that, he will bring out twelve good fellows to you - height to height, hair to hair, voice to voice, all on the same face and clothes are equal. As you begin to pass by those fellows, note: no, no, yes, and a small fly will sit on my right cheek. The owner will again ask: did he recognize his son? You show me.
He told all this, said goodbye to his father and went out of the house, slammed himself against the mound, became a bird and flew away to the owner.
In the morning, the grandfather got up, got ready and went after his son. Comes to the sorcerer.
Well, the old man, - says the sorcerer, - has taught your son all the tricks. Only if you do not recognize him, he will remain with me forever and ever.
After that, he released twelve white doves - feather to feather, tail to tail, head to head are even - and says:
Recognize, old man, your son!
How to find out, look, everyone is equal!
I looked, looked, and how one dove rose above all, pointed to that dove:
Say it's mine!
I found out, I found out, grandfather! - says the sorcerer.
Another time he released twelve stallions - all as one, and manes on one side.
The grandfather began to walk around the stallions and look closely, and the owner asks:
Well, grandfather! Did you recognize your son?
Not yet, wait a little.
Yes, when he saw that one stallion stamped his right foot, he now pointed at him:
Say it's mine!
I found out, I found out, grandfather!
For the third time, twelve good fellows came out - growth in height, hair in hair, voice to voice, all on the same face, as if one mother had given birth.
Grandfather once passed by the good fellows - he didn’t notice anything, he went through another one - nothing too, but when he passed for the third time - he saw a fly on one young man’s right cheek and said:
Say it's mine!
I found out, I found out, grandfather!
Here, there is nothing to do, the sorcerer gave the old man his son, and they went home to themselves.
They walked and walked and saw: some gentleman was riding along the road.
Father, - says the son, - I will now become a dog. The master will buy me, but you sell me, but don’t sell the collar; Otherwise, I will not turn back to you!
He said so, and at that very moment he hit the ground and turned into a dog.
The master saw that the old man was leading a dog, began to trade it: the dog did not seem to him like that, as the collar is good. The master gives a hundred rubles for her, and the grandfather asks for three hundred; bargained, bargained, and bought the master's dog for two hundred rubles.
As soon as the grandfather began to take off the collar, - where! - the master does not want to hear about it, he rests.
I did not sell the collar, - says the grandfather, - I sold one dog.
No, you're lying! Whoever bought the dog also bought the collar.
Grandfather thought and thought (after all, you really can’t buy a dog without a collar!) and gave it away with a collar.
The master took and put the dog in his place, and the grandfather took the money and went home.
Here the master rides to himself and rides, suddenly, out of nowhere, a hare runs towards him.
“What,” the master thinks, “or let the dog out after the hare and see her agility?”
Just released, looks: the hare runs in one direction, the dog in the other - and ran into the forest.
The master waited, waited for her, did not wait and went without anything.
And the dog turned into a good fellow.
Grandfather goes along the road, goes wide and thinks: how to show his eyes home, how to tell the old woman where he was doing his son! And his son had caught up with him.
Eh, father! - speaks. - Why did you sell it with a collar? Well, if we hadn’t met a hare, I wouldn’t have returned, I would have disappeared for nothing!
They returned home and live little by little. How much, how little time has passed, on one Sunday the son says to his father:
Father, I will turn into a bird, take me to the market and sell me; just don't sell the cages, or I won't come back home!
He hit the ground, became a bird; the old man put her in a cage and carried her to sell.
People surrounded the old man, vying with each other began to trade the bird: that's how it seemed to everyone!
The sorcerer also came, immediately recognized his grandfather and guessed what kind of bird he had in a cage. The one gives dearly, the other gives dearly, and he is dearest of all; the old man sold him a bird, but he does not give away the cages; the sorcerer back and forth, fought with him, fought, takes nothing!
I took one bird, wrapped it in a scarf and carried it home!
Well, daughter, - she says at home, - I bought our rogue!
Where is he?
The sorcerer opened his handkerchief, but the bird was gone for a long time: the hearty bird has flown away!
It's Sunday again. Son says to father:
Father! I will turn today into a horse; look, sell the horse, but you cannot sell the bridles; I don't go back home.
He slammed on the damp earth and became a horse; her grandfather took her to the market to sell.
The old man was surrounded by merchants, all horse traders: he gives dearly, the other gives dearly, and the sorcerer is dearest of all.
The grandfather sold him his son, but he does not give back the bridle.
How can I lead a horse? - asks the sorcerer. - Give me at least to bring to the court, and there, perhaps, take your bridle: it is not for me to gain!
Here all the horse dealers attacked the grandfather: it’s not like that! Sold the horse - sold the bridle. What can you do with them? Grandfather gave the bridle.
The sorcerer brought the horse to his yard, put it in the stable, tied it tightly to the ring and pulled his head high: the horse stands on one hind legs, the front legs do not reach the ground.
Well, daughter, - the sorcerer says again, - that's when I bought it, I bought our rogue!
Where is he?
It's on the stable.
The daughter ran to look; she felt sorry for the good fellow, she really wanted to let go of the reins, she began to unravel and untie, and in the meantime the horse broke free and went off to count miles.
The daughter rushed to her father.
Father, - he says, - I'm sorry! The horse has run away!
The sorcerer slammed down on the damp earth, turned into a gray wolf and set off in pursuit: here it is close, here it will catch up ...
The horse ran to the river, hit the ground, turned into a ruff - and flopped into the water, and the wolf followed him like a pike ...
Ruff ran, ran through the water, reached the rafts where the red maidens wash their linen, threw himself in a golden ring and rolled under the feet of the merchant's daughter.
The merchant's daughter picked up the ring and hid it. And the sorcerer became still a man.
Give, - sticks to her, - my golden ring.
Take it! - says the girl and threw the ring to the ground.
As it hit, at that very moment it crumbled into small grains. The sorcerer turned into a rooster and rushed to peck; while pecking, one grain turned into a hawk, and the rooster had a bad time: the hawk pulled him up.
That fairy tale is over, and I'm dying of honey.
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Tricky Science is a Russian folk tale about how an old man took it into his head to send his son to science, but the poor man was not accepted anywhere, so the old man gave his son to the first person he met, without even asking who he was and where and what he would teach his son. And the man turned out to be a wizard. He said to pick up his son in three years, and the old man forgot on what day he gave his son away. They mourn with their grandmother. But then their son appears: during his life with the sorcerer, he also got used to magical science and helped his father go through the tests of the sorcerer. Many more adventures and unexpected turns awaited both the young man and his father and mother, but in the end they defeated the sorcerer with their ingenuity.
