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Prophetic oak
Prophetic oak



One good old man went to the young wife - roguish woman. He told her the word, she answered him:
- Not you, old couch potato, drink, eat or wear a white shirt!
And could not stand - utter a word: zarugaetsya! So he came up with his wife to learn. I went to the woods, brought a bundle of firewood, and said:
- Miracle on the marvelous light deetsya: old oak in the forest all to me that it was said, and what will be - surprise!
- Oh, and I'll run! After all, you know, old man, we are dying chickens, cattle, we should not ... I will go, maybe say that.
- Well, come quickly, while the oak says, and when silent, the word is not questioned.
While his wife was going to the old man has gone before, and climbed into the hollow of an oak, and waiting for her.
Came the woman in front of an oak tree felled Pray, howled:
- Oak dubovisty, grandfather eloquent as I do? I do not want an old love, I want to dazzle her husband: teach than to treat?
And Oak answered
- There is no need to treat potions in vain to destroy, start Shrove feed. Szhar a chicken with sour cream, do not be stingy, let him eat - she did not sit down at the table. Cook porridge milk, but more oil fields: let them eat - do not be sorry! Napeki Blintsov; ask, bow to them in the oil dipped but more would eat - and make your old man blind is blind chickens.
Wife came home, her husband was at the stove groans.
- Ah, you old my, oh it hurts again, ah zahirel again? Want: to kill a chicken, al Blintsov napeku, porridge oil polyu? If you want, eh?
- Would eat, and where to get?
- It's not your sorrow! Though you zhurish me and feel sorry for you all! .. Here, starinushka, eat, eat, drink - do not be sorry!
- Sit down and you with me.
- Uh, no, why? I used only nourish you! I myself here and there perekushu - and fed up. Eat, my friend, pomasleney eat!
- Oh, wait, my wife! Give me some water sip.
- Yes, the water on the table.
- Where on the table? I do not see.
- In front of you is worth it!
- But where? something in his eyes became dark.
- Well, climb up on the stove.
- Point-ka, the furnace? I can not find the oven.
- Here it is, rather climb.
The old man's head in the oven sbiraetsya climb.
- What's wrong with you? Blind, or what?
- Oh, I have sinned, my wife! Sweet to eat, that's daylight and dark for me. Oh-ho!
- Ekoe grief! Well, lie far, and I'll go fetch something.
Ran, flew, the guests, and went to a sumptuous feast. The old man drove all the guests vzashey and wife got.

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