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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 bread stack of stacks, as from Kazan to Moscow. Steel hammer - there was a whole handful of buckwheat. The following year my father asked:

- Sons of my beloved, where we now sow buckwheat?

I - to take less, but a big reason I tell my father:

- POS on the stove, because the land was empty, all the same all year long walks!

Planted on the stove, and the cottage we had a lot: the first crown of the threshold, on the other roof, windows and doors auger knotted. Even sit in the house is impossible, look Gozha.

The priest was then hurt caring, getting up early in the morning - a little charge is involved, and everyone on the street stared. Claus and take away something to our window and come up on the stove, all the crap pozyabla. These six brothers became grieve like crap from the stove to collect? And I - comes even less, great mind.

- One must - say - buckwheat mow in Omet svozit.

- Where are we Omet throw?

- Like where? Column on the oven: Place sieve.

Swept large Omet.

We had a cat in the house Lysa: pochuy it that crap rat ran to catch and downright post about baking forehead fell; Omet fell in the tub but missed. Six brothers mourn as of Omet tub clean? At that time, the mare came sulfur Omet ate from the tub, began to run out of the house, but got stuck in the doorway, This is something with buckwheat in her belly rasperlo! Hind legs in the house, and the front on the street. She conceived, jumping, house on the street drag, and we sit but look: something will! Here is how the belly is a mare-opal, I now grabbed her mane, riding on it stumbled and went to the pub. Drank some wine, Razgulay fine young man, caught my eye with a gun Tselovalnik nice.

- What - I ask, - cherished al-sales?

- Corrupt.

Well, at least half a ruble and paid, but bought a gun.

Went to the oak grove of game, look: black grouse sitting on the oak. I took aim, and silicon is not present! Amount to the city for a flint to go - there will be ten miles, away, perhaps, the bird will fly away. Dumayuchi that way with himself, accidentally touched sheepskin the oak bough, my mare tore with fright but as I crack head against a tree - as a spark from his eyes and fell! A spark fell on the shelf, a gun shot and killed grouse, black grouse fell down but got the hare, and the hare leaped temper, but what about me dichiny stuffed! Then I went to Saratov baggage; sold-selling, five hundred rubles dichiny marketed. With the money I got married, took a nice hostess: if the street will pass, all hem sweep, small kids meet, throw logs. No need to buy any wood or sticks; currently live without Kruchina.