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Daughter of seven-year

(Russian folk tale)

We drove two brothers, one poor, the other rich. Both the horse, the poor mare, gelding with the rich. They stopped for the night near. The poor mare brought night foal, colt rolled a cart rich. He wakes up the next morning the poor:

- Come on, brother! I gave birth to a colt wagon at night.

Brother stood up and said:

- How can I, that gave birth to a colt wagon? This brought my mare.

Rich says:

- If I had your mare is brought, the colt would have been near!

Bet they went to the authorities. Rich judges gave money, but the words have not justified.

It came to the king himself. He ordered the brothers to call them and make a four puzzles:

- What thing in the world is stronger and faster? That anything fatter? That just softer? And that just cuter?

And put them to a period of three days:

- On the fourth come, give the answer!

Rich thought and thought, remembered his godfather and went to her to ask advice.

It put him at the table, was the feast, and she asked:

- What is so sad, Kinsman?

- Yes, I put forth a sovereign four puzzles, and only three days deadline laid.

- What is it, tell me.

- And that's what, chum! First mystery: that in light of the stronger and faster?

- What a mystery! My husband is punishing the mare, it is not faster! Coley whip hit on, catch a hare.

- The second mystery: that anything fatter?

- We have another year pockmarked hog feed, become a fat that does not rise to his feet!

- The third mystery: that in light of the softer?

- The well-known business-wear, much softer than not making it up!

- The fourth mystery: that anything cuter?

- Grandson of Ivan the sweeter!

- Well, thank you, godmother! Taught wits at the age you will not forget.

A poor brother burst into bitter tears and went home. Meets his daughter, seven-year:

- What are you, my friend, sighing and tears ronish?

- How can I not sigh, do not cry like ronit? The king asked me four puzzles that me and in life is not to unravel.

- Tell me what the puzzle.

- And that's what my daughter: that everything in the world is stronger and faster, just fatter, that all that is softer and just nicer?

- Go on, sir, and tell the king, stronger and faster than all the wind, just fatter land: neither growing, nor lives, the land feeds! Softer than just hand: what a man may lie, and all the hand under his head hangs, and there is nothing nicer than sleeping in the world!

Both came to the king's brother, and the rich and the poor. Listened to them and asked the king of the poor:

- Sam whether you came or who taught you?

Poor answers:

- Your Majesty! I have a daughter of seven years, and she taught me.

- When your daughter is wise, it's a thread Shelkova and let the morning patterned weaves me a towel.

A man took a silk thread, comes home grief, sad.

- The trouble is ours! , Said his daughter. -The king ordered out of the rope weave towel.

- Do not grieve, my dear! Replied the seven-year, broke off a twig from a broom, gives the father and punishes:-Come to the king, tell them to find a master who would have made of this twig Crosna: What would weave towel!

A man reported to the king about it. The king gives him a hundred and fifty eggs.

- Give it back, 'he says, his daughter, though by tomorrow will bring me a hundred and fifty chickens.

Man returned home even grieve even sadder:

- Oh, my daughter! From one-another disaster uverneshsya impose!

- Do not grieve, my dear! Seven-year-answered.

Popekla eggs and hid for lunch but for dinner, and his father sent to the king:

- Tell him you need to feed the chickens odnodennoe millet: one day there was a field plowed, planted millet, concise and threshed. Another millet our chickens and will not bite.

The king listened, and said,

- When your daughter is wise, let me in the morning she would be a foot or on horseback, neither naked nor clothed, nor gifts, nor without gifts.

"Well thought-man,-a tricky task and not allow her daughter, it's absolutely wasted!"

- Do not grieve, my dear! Said his daughter, seven-year. -Go-ka to the hunters so get me a live hare yes live quail.

The father went out and bought her a rabbit and quail.

The next morning took off all his clothes seven-year, put on the grid, took the hands of quail, sat astride a hare, and went to the palace.

The king met her at the gate. She bowed to the king.

- Here you are, sir, a present! And gives him a quail.

The king stretched out his hand, quail-fluttering and flew!

- Well, says the king, as ordered, and it is made. Tell me now: for your father is poor, what do you feed?

- My father, on the bank of a dry fish catches traps in the water does not make, and I wear a skirt so the fish soup cook.

- What are you, stupid, when a fish on dry shore live? Fish swim in the water!

- And you're smart? When have you seen that the cart brought the colt?

The king awarded to give the colt a poor man, and took his daughter to him. When the seven-year school has grown, he married her, and she became queen.