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Lordly geese

One man's wife was grumpy and stubborn: it was that happened, he wants, let her husband duck, and even necessarily agree with her husband. Yes it hurts smarmy was on another beast: as used to go down to the yard strange beast, duck too husband and say that it is her. Terribly sick wife to her husband.

Then one day, and went to her yard aristocratic geese. The wife asks:

- Her husband, whose it geese?

- Bar.

- How - Bar!

Flared with anger, she fell to the floor.

- I'm going to die - he says - the effect: whose geese?

- Bar.

Wife groans and moans. Her husband leaned over to her:

- What are you moaning?

- Yes whose geese?

- Bar.

- Well, I'm dying, run quickly for the priest.

Here husband sent for the priest, too pop goes.

- Well, - said the husband - that the priest was going. ... Читать дальше »

Master - servant

Soldiers went on leave, was hired to serve as the master: a year for a hundred rubles. The landlord told him horses and clean, and carry dung, and water drag, and cut wood, and the garden of revenge - quite frazzled. Served soldiers and requests the calculation. Sorry for the landlord to give money, began to get, and the rheumatic roars.

- What are you, sir, weep?

- Yes, sorry for the money!

- What a you, sir! After all, I told you a year served. If you served me for three days, so I'd give you a hundred rubles and not say a word.

"Three days a little bit," - thinks a gentleman. I went to consult with her mistress. She said:

- What, serve three days!

And she thought: "It is not for me to serve, and to her husband, he was - I do not be bad." The gentleman agreed.

The soldier had dinner, went to sleep in the barn, took off his shoes, one shoe ... Читать дальше »

Baldak Borisevich

In the glorious city of Kiev in the king met with Vladimir princes and nobles and knights on silnomoguchie pochestny feast. Vozgovoril Vladimir-king are the words:

- Goi naturally, my boys! Collect, sokoplyaytesya for single table.

Gathers for a single table, vpolsyta eats, vpolpitya get drunk, and vozgovoril Vladimir-king

- Who would have done a great service to me: go for miles and miles away, in the fairy kingdom, to the very Saltan Turkey - to lead his horse Goldrinn, vyshnichka purple, to kill a cat-Bahar, the most Saltan Turkish eyes care?

Choose good fellow Ilya Muromets, son Ivanovic. The king was the daughter of Vladimir beloved vozgovorit it are the words:

- Goi thou, my father, Vladimir-king! Hoshana boasts Ilya Muromets, son Ivanovich, do not render him this service! Let down, sir, pochestny feast, go and look at their degrees by tsar's tavern Mlad ... Читать дальше »

Balagurnaya tale

As we have in the village began to argue with Peter Luke, somutilasya water with sand, the daughter-sister-in-law was a big fight, to fight on the mush-goryuhu injuring, jelly-filled Goryunov in full, the turnips and carrots have sap, cabbage inclined to the sword. And I'm not ripe for a fight, sat on a bench. At that time we lived six brothers - all Agathon was Taras father and mother - I do not remember what was the name, but that up to the name? Let it be Malanya. I originally had something less, a great mind. Here people go plow the land, and we are six brothers arms waving. People used to think: we plow horses yes to wave our hands, and we are amongst themselves manage. A father has imposed the whip buckwheat waved once or twice and threw away.

Freaks we predobraya buckwheat. People came out in the press, and we lay in the furrows, lay before dinner, after dinner, slept, and to urge a lot of bre ... Читать дальше »

Baba Yaga and Zhikhar

Lived a cat, a sparrow but zhiharko thirds. Yes cat sparrow went to chop wood and say zhiharku:

- Yes Domovnichay see: if Baba Yaga will be considered but a spoon, you do not say anything, be quiet!

- Well, - said Zhikharev. Yes cat sparrow left and Zhikhar sat on the stove for the pipe. Suddenly, a Baba Yaga, takes a spoon and said:

- It - Kotov spoon it - Vorobyov spoon, third - zhiharkova.

Zhikhar could not stand, shouted:

- Do not touch me, Baba Yaga, my spoon.

Baba Yaga seized Zhikharev, sat in a mortar, went, going in a mortar, pestle ponuzhat and broom sweep traces. Zhikhar roared:

- Cat Run! Sparrow, fly!

They heard, came running. Cat started to scratch witch-woman, and a sparrow pecking at, robbed Zhikharev.

The next day began to gather again to the forest to chop wood, bought Zhikharev:

- Look, if ... Читать дальше »