Once upon a time there were two brothers, the older one was rich, and the younger one was poor. Examples of boring tales

Once upon a time there were two brothers, the older one was rich, and the younger one was poor. The rich have feasts and fun, but sometimes the poor don’t even have a piece of bread: the guys are full of huts, small and small less. They ate the last cow, there is absolutely nothing to feed the children. The poor man says to his wife: “Let’s go to our brother and ask for bread.” Perhaps a bag will give flour. - Well, let's go. And let's go. That day there was a celebration. Guests from all volosts gathered: merchants, and priests, and rich peasants are sitting in the upper room, feasting. The poor man greeted his wife and asked: - Give me bread, brother, there is nothing to feed the guys! Autumn will come - pay off. The rich man took out a stale carpet, handed it to his brother and said: - In a bad time, you will work for a day or two for this, and we will be in the calculation. But he didn't invite me to the table. It seemed a shame to them, but what are you going to do! The worker brought kvass, drank, and with that they went home. It is heard - the guests in the upper room sing songs at the brother's house. The poor man says: - And what, wife, let's sing too! Let people think that they treated us with wine. - What are you talking about! The guests there sing because they ate sweetly and drank a lot, but you and I are not up to songs. And the poor man stands his ground - he sang a song, and he heard two voices: someone sings along in a thin voice. - It's you, wife, helping me to sing? - What are you, I did not think! So who else sings? “I don’t know,” the wife replies. - Come on, let's listen. Again the poor man sang. One sings, and two voices are heard: someone sings along thinly. Stopped. The poor man asks: - Who is singing along here? Yes, I am your need. The poor man turned around and saw a stout old woman standing next to him - an old woman standing as tall as an elbow, all in tatters. He shouted to her: - Well, why are you freezing in the wind? Get in my bag, I'll carry you. Need climbed into the sack, the poor man tied the sack tighter, and went on. At home, the hostess cut off a slice of bread for the children, fed them and began to put them to bed. The husband does not go to bed, sawing and planing boards. - What is there, looking at the night, you still want to make? the wife asks. - Shut up, wife! Need to be buried. Tired, cursed, worse than bitter radish! So he knocked together the coffin, He laid the need in the coffin and nailed the lid tightly with nails. He grabbed a shovel and carried Need to the cemetery. He dug a deep grave there, lowered Need, and as soon as he began to dig in, he heard a shovel clang against something. He bent down and looked - he found a piece of gold. He quickly buried the grave, trampled down the earth. “Lie here, we will now live without need.” Returned home, fell asleep. The next day I went to the city and sold the gold. With this money I bought a horse, a cow and three cartloads of bread. All the guys and the wife got a new thing, and there is still plenty of money left. He repaired the hut, coped with everything, began to work and live and live, forget the dashing time: the harvest turned out to be good, and he caught plenty of fish, and the children began to grow up and help with the housework. And the rich brother is jealous: “There was a beggar, he worked for strangers, and now he has started his own household. Didn’t he steal something from me?” Could not resist, he came to his younger brother and asked: - You were the last resident in the village, and now you have become a rightful owner. How did you manage to get out of poverty? The younger brother told him everything without concealment: how he and his wife went home, and how Need sang along with him, and how he got rid of her. The rich man asked where Need was buried, and hurried - he could not wait for envy. - I stayed at your place, and things are waiting for me. “Dine with us, brother, and have a cup of tea,” the younger brother persuaded. - No, I have no time to dine and drink tea. I hurry home. And left. At home, he took a spade and an ax and ran to the cemetery. He found the place where Need was buried, dug up the grave, bent down and asked: - Are you alive, Need? “Oh, she’s alive,” Needle replies in a barely audible voice, “but it’s bad for me, oh, how bad! "Alright, I'll let you out now." He went down into the pit, opened the lid with an ax and said: “Go, Need, to your little brother, you will live freely with him.” And Need contrived and jumped on his neck: - No, that brother buried me alive, and you are good - set me free! I'm not going anywhere from you now. And the need remained with the elder brother. He began to live worse and worse, and in the end he was completely ruined.

There were two twin brothers. One from birth was cheerful and playful, he was happy with every even the simplest toy, he was happy to play with different bugs and frogs. It would seem that even in a dream, a light sunny smile never left his lips. He could forget to do his homework, chasing butterflies all day and building grandiose sand castles, and at school he took part in various competitions, quizzes and circles with great pleasure. On long rainy autumn evenings, he read books about sea adventures in his attic, imagining himself as the captain of a schooner setting off in search of countless treasures. The rain that lashed the windows and the roof turned for him into splashes of salty waves, the wooden floor into the deck of the ship, and the old, abandoned grandfather's fishing nets and ropes became sails and ship gear. When he read science fiction, the old attic turned for him into the cockpit of a huge starship, and he and his team, as always, rushed to the aid of distant perishing civilizations.

The other was the exact opposite of the first. It was rare to see him smiling and rejoicing, playing ball or hide and seek with the boys. Usually he was very serious and even sad. He always did his homework regularly, and instead of "empty and useless" outdoor entertainment, as a rule, he indulged in reading books. They had quite a house a big library, and he spent hours on end sitting behind them, preferring deep and serious literature about life on Earth and about Eternity beyond. These books taught him that a person comes into this world, bringing with him a piece of original sin - a consequence of the disobedience of the very first person, that he lives with this sin, commits many other sins and dies, dooming his invisible soul to eternal torment in terrible place called Hell. There were many old illustrations and engravings depicting this terrible place in thick books. He fearfully, stealthily examined them before going to sleep, and then for a long, long time he could not fall asleep, imagining flames consuming unrepentant sinners, and hearing their inhuman cries, full of suffering and despair. He was often overwhelmed by fear for his future. He did not know if he would ever be able to overcome his certainly sinful and fallen nature in order to avoid such a cruel fate, as it was said in his books.

When the time came for parting with school, the first one chose the profession of a geologist. Passion for adventure and travel attracted him to the wilderness and mountains, the tops of which were always covered with white caps of snow. In the evenings, he and his friends sat by the fire, ate porridge with mosquitoes, drank tea and sang songs with a guitar. He was as always cheerful and carefree. He liked women, and they responded to him in return. They were attracted by his good nature and wit, broad shoulders and swarthy skin. Even in his somewhat rudeness and everyday unsuitability, there was something charming and real. He loved and was loved. He suffered from separations and sometimes unwittingly hurt others. In the same place, on one of the expeditions, he once met Her, who became his wife and girlfriend, and their children - a caring and tender mother. He watched how they play, murmur cutely, amusingly mangling words, as they take their first steps and learn about the world, looking into it with interest and delight. In them, he saw a piece of himself, the past, that - from a distant childhood and tried to convey to them everything that he himself knew and could do. The whole family went to the forest for mushrooms, sunbathed and swam in the river, with tents and backpacks on hikes, sang songs and made birdhouses, read books and went to visit. In relation to them, he sometimes felt like a little god, carefully putting his love into their hearts, and into their souls - a part of his soul; sometimes a friend and even a peer, playing the railroad with them or dancing around the Christmas tree, and sometimes a negligent student who is just starting to comprehend the basics of great spiritual purity and primordial perfection.

Another brother went the other way. Childhood fears, deeply rooted in his soul, attracted him to God. To the One Who alone can forgive him all his voluntary or involuntary sins. To the One Who again, having accepted into His bosom, will provide him with a place in Paradise, which his distant, distant ancestor lost due to his unreasonable and reckless disobedience. He decided to become God's servant. The sinful and fallen world, abiding in evil, bribery, gluttony and idleness weighed heavily on him. And he abandoned this world. The women who tempted his sinful flesh and led away his devilish beauty and forms of his thought from God seemed to him the offspring of Satan himself and the servants of darkness. And he refused women. He even saw in familiar and tasty food a source of possible distance from his God and a cherished place in Paradise, because in the pleasure of it he saw the sin of gluttony and could one day forget about his ascetic service. And he refused food, eating only roots, wild honey and insects. His clothes were coarse rags, and a tiny dugout, dug with bare hands in the thicket of the forest, was a house, a cell and a temple. It seemed to him that only constant and incredible suffering would help him return the favor of God to himself. Whole days, weeks, months and years he spent in kneeling prayer, trying to atone for grave sins. Sometimes it seemed to him that God left him alone with his fallen nature, but sometimes during prayer his heart opened so much that it was filled with indescribable joy and bliss, a feeling of great unity with the Heavenly Father. He prayed unceasingly and furiously, often falling asleep right there, unconscious on the floor, waking up, again and again whispering and even shouting the same words in order to have time to pray for everything. Sometimes infrequent guests wandered into the wilderness to him and asked him to help them reach the Kingdom of Heaven. But the elder was very upset by such uninvited visits, seeing in them demonic intrigues, because they were tearing him away from the great service to God, and he tried to send the annoying aliens out as soon as possible, and then, with triple strength, he rushed to atone for his incredible sins. He threw away the food and things they left away from his home, taking all this for the temptations of representatives of the forces of darkness. And the more he prayed and fasted, the more it seemed to him that his sins only increased. So the fear of God was periodically replaced by the fear of God, and the service - by disappointment. And then he again prayed and pulled himself together to repeat once again the insane race of faith and despair, which became for him the meaning of life and eternal damnation.

And then came their Day of the Great Transition. The very Day when a person ends his life path and appears before the mysterious Eternity. He looks over his whole life, rejoicing in successes and victories and upset by failures and defeats. He is frightened and attracted to himself by the Unknown and the Inevitable. He doesn’t know if it will ever happen again on this beautiful planet, but the sense of accomplishment calms him a little, and a piece of his soul, given as a gift to other people, fills him with confidence that life has not been lived in vain, that he will live in their lives. hearts until they themselves become Eternity… At such a moment, believers are preparing to stand before the Court of God, where all their deeds ever committed and thoughts that have ever arisen will be weighed on the scales of justice and impartiality. Depending on the results of such a sacrament, their souls will either have eternal torment in Hell or eternal bliss in Paradise.

The first brother entered the heavenly gates surrounded by people who loved him. He was a little sad to part with them, but he was glad that he managed to convey to them in life almost everything he wanted. The shining corridor to Eternity that opened before him instilled confidence and peace. Peace and bliss filled his soul. He always guessed and somewhere even believed that at the end of earthly life there is nothing frightening and terrible. And now he no longer believed in it - he knew it for sure. He was calm himself and tried to calm and cheer up his wife and children, and they, seeing peace and a smile on his beaming face, themselves were imbued with a hitherto unseen feeling of unity with Eternity.

The second brother left this life surrounded by bright souls who came to greet his return home. Out of habit, his lips whispered the words of a prayer, and his whole body was enveloped in an amazing radiance, instilling hope that his life was not lived in vain, that he still managed to repent of his sins and, by his service in a life filled with suffering, still earned himself a place in Paradise. But fear and doubts never completely left him - they were too strong during his lifetime: the fear of not pleasing God, the fear of not having time to complete what he had planned, the fear of seeming idle, the fear of destroying his soul with sensual pleasure, and many others - did not give him the long-awaited peace. Sometimes he was completely terrified, because Paradise seemed completely unattainable, and he didn’t want to think about a different possible outcome of his life path.

And here they stand together before the Angels of Heaven. One angel has scrolls in his hand detailed description their lives. He reads to other Angels a list of human deeds. But people hear only amazing music flying from the mouths of Angels. The second angel listens and says something from time to time to the third, before whom the Book of Life is opened. And now the necessary entries in this book are finally made, and the corresponding documents are given to the arriving souls.

The first opens his sheet and sees the word "Paradise". The second opens and sees the word "Hell".

Oh my God! he exclaims in despair. - After all, I sacrificed so much in my life, I prayed day and night, I refused even the smallest joys for the sake of a place in the Kingdom of Heaven. And my brother never prayed in his life, but only spent it in idleness and fun! Why do you doom me - your faithful servant - to eternal torment in the flames of hell? Why are You giving my brother a place in Paradise that should have rightfully belonged to me?

And the Heavens opened before them, and the Light embraced everything around, and they heard the voice of God:

You speak the unheard, my beloved Son. I have nothing but Light and Love, and My whole world is Paradise. And I can give you nothing but Light and Love, and you can never get anywhere except Paradise.

But after all, in his direction it says “Paradise”, and in my direction “Hell” ?!

These are not directions, my son. This is the state of your souls, what you have turned your lives into. I love you both equally, I love to give you gifts and I rejoice like a father when you are happy. But one of you accepted them with gratitude, and the other constantly rejected them, not trusting those whom I sent to him with my gifts.

So, You have prepared a place in Paradise for both of us?

I always offer everyone only Paradise.

And "Hell", Lord?!

Hell is Paradise filled with your fears, restrictions, taboos and prejudices.

There were two brothers. One was smart and the other was stupid. The wise man did business in such a way that the fool had to work not only for himself, but also for his brother.
Exhausted completely, the fool in despair said:
“I don't want to be with you anymore. Give me my share of the property, I'll live on my own.
- Well, - said the smart brother, - today you will drive a herd of cows to a watering place, and I will feed them when you drive the herd back. Then the part of the herd that enters the pen will be my share, and the part of the herd that remains outside will be yours.
At that time it was winter.
The fool agreed and drove the herd to a watering hole. When he came back, it became quite cold, the cows, feeling the proximity of warmth and the smell of food, quickly went to the corral. Only one sick steer, barely dragging his feet, stomped outside, scratching himself lazily. He then made up the fool's share.
The next morning, after tying a rope around his bull's neck, the fool took him to the market to sell. On the way, he now and then had to drive the lazy bull:
- Hey, come on, bull, move your legs, hey! ...
And their path ran along the old ruins. The walls of the ruins echoed the fool's word:
- …Hey!…
The fool thought the ruins were saying "Hey" to him. He called out:
- You're talking to me, right?
The ruins echoed:
- …Yeees…
“I suppose you want to buy a bull from me?”
- ... bull-ah-ah ...
- How much money will you give? Can you give me ten roubles?
- ... ten rubles-she-she ...
Will you pay now or tomorrow?
- ... tomorrow-ah-ah ...
- Fine. I will come tomorrow. I hope that the money will be ready.
“…will be ready-s-s…”
The fool, deciding that the deed was done, tied the steer by the ruins and returned home, whistling joyfully.
The next day, waking up early, he went to collect the money. And last night it so happened that the wolves tore the bull to pieces. When the fool came to the place where he tied him, there were only gnawed bones. Fool said:
“So you slaughtered the bull and ate it, right?”
- …Yeees…
Was it tasty or not?
- …No…
- This, of course, does not concern me, but you bought a bull from me, so pay money. And until you pay me off, I won't even think about leaving here!
- ...go away-and-and..!
When the fool heard this, he got angry in earnest: he grabbed a thick stick and began to beat on the dilapidated wall. Several stones fell to the ground. It so happened that someone had hidden a treasure in this wall for a long time. Here, when the stones fell out, the gold coins fell in a heap at the fool's feet.
“Great,” the fool exclaimed, but what should I do with it? You only owe me ten roubles, and that's only one gold piece. It means this: I will take only my money, and keep yours.
He took one gold coin and returned home.
- Well, did you sell the bull? - the smart brother asked smiling.
— Sold.
- To whom?
— Ruins.
And what did they pay you?
- Well, of course! They tried, it was, not to pay at first, but I beat them with my stick, and they showed me all their wealth. I took only one coin, in payment of the debt, and left the rest where it lay.
Having said this, the fool took out a gold coin from his pocket and showed it to his brother.
- Where is that place? the smart brother asked.
His eyes widened in surprise.
- Well, I do not. I won't tell you where it is. You are greedy. If I show you this place, you will take everything for yourself, and you will make me carry it on my back home.
The smart brother swore that he would bring the treasure himself if the fool showed where it was.
“Give me your gold coin and lead me to the ruins. And I will buy you
some new clothes.
As soon as the fool heard about the new clothes, he immediately gave his golden
coin to his brother and led him to the ruins. The smart brother brought all the gold home and
he soon became rich, but he never bought clothes for his brother.
The fool reminded his brother of his promise more than once or twice, but all in vain. Then
he decided to complain about it to the judge.
“Oh judge,” he said, “at first I had a steer, then I sold the steer to the ruins…
“Enough, enough,” interrupted the judge, “Where did this fool come from?
“I sold the bull to the ruins,” the judge mimicked the fool and kicked him out of court.
The fool began to complain to others, but everyone laughed at him.
They say that this fool still wanders the world in rags, complaining to everyone and everyone he meets, but no one believes him, but only laugh after him. A smart brother laughs along with everyone.

THERE WERE TWO BROTHERS...

There were two brothers. One was bo-o-o-o-big! chief, the other - just a doctor. However, no, not just, but an excellent doctor. The brother who was the boss strongly disliked the people who lived in the territories under his jurisdiction. He did not like it so much that during the years of his reign he killed at least 200 million people. So he managed the land that he inherited, that every year during his command, four and a half million children died of starvation before they reached the age of 5. True, he loved them. Loved very much. No less, probably, than his soulmate named Grisha.

In fact, the adult natives, whom he ruled with the blessing of the Rothschilds and all sorts of Sturmers, did not live very satisfyingly under him. There were, of course, those who set themselves a salary of 80 thousand rubles in gold a year, like the darling Pyotr Arkadievich, after whom they even named a newfangled toilet item for all kinds of lackeys, which, of course, had nothing to do with ordinary ties. But the rest died. From hunger, from diseases, because the presence of doctors in the territories under his jurisdiction, in contrast to, say, his own accounts in the Bank of England, which amounted to 200 million rubles in gold, did not bother the boss, and there were them, doctors, in rural areas, for example, 1 person for 26,000 souls. So not only hunger and disease reduced the number of mouths, but also industrial injuries, hard work, lack of electrification, poisoning with all kinds of rotten meat. And this decline amounted to 3-4 million adults and adolescents annually.

However, the bossy brother also liked to play war games. Both with neighboring infidels, and with their own subjects, who sometimes began to protest against their hungry and miserable existence. In the war with the yellow-faced infidels, the brother killed 1 million people (this is counting those who died from wounds and died in captivity). In the war with the pale-faced infidels, who, in truth, were compatriots not only to the bossy brother, but also to his dearest wife, more than 8 million people were sent to the next world.

Well, those who protested, the brother did not spare. Yes, and the wife advised the same: “My birdie, do not give anyone mercy!” she wrote to her beloved husband. And he issued orders for the "destruction by artillery fire of barricades, houses, factories occupied by revolutionaries", which were immediately executed and thanks to which the number of mouths decreased by another 3 million people.

In fact, not only the “slave” got it from the brother, but also people of any class, whose honor and conscience did not atrophy, like the “inner circle”. For example, Count Ignatiev tried to finish off the king in the style of the Orlov brothers, but he was ahead of him and some terrorist, who was in the service of the Okhrana, put five bullets into Alexei Pavlovich.

Whatever one may say, it turns out that the boss worked for the glory and profit of the Rothschilds, ruining at least 234 million subjects. Facts are a stubborn thing, only a ram will trample against them. According to the 1897 census, 129 million subjects lived in the territory subordinate to the bossy brother. In 1913, there were only 166 million of them, although the women managed to give birth to at least 400 million children.

And it was not in vain that we started talking about the Rothschilds. At the end of the 20th century, foreign capital owned and controlled about 30% of the wealth of the territory under its jurisdiction. By 1913, this figure was already 66%, and by September 1917 - 95%!

However, that we are all about this brother. Let's talk about something else. To be sure, they were brothers on the father's side. And to be even more precise, this article is, as you probably guessed, about Nikolashka II the Bloody and the wonderful Russian Soviet surgeon, full member of the Academy of Medical Sciences of the USSR (1945), Honored Scientist of the RSFSR (1935), member of the CPSU (b ) since 1944 - Sergei Romanovich Mirotvoretsev. Sovereign Emperor Alexander Alexandrovich, or Alexander III the Peacemaker, on one of his trips, sinned with a certain person, whom he asked to inform him if someone was born. In due time, the sovereign received a notice that a boy was born. In response, the highest telegram came: "Give the lad the name Sergius, the surname - by nickname."

So the half-brother of Nikolashka II was born.

Sergei Mirotvortsev graduated from Kharkov University. Being an excellent surgeon, he spent a lot of time on the front lines of the Russian-Japanese and World War I. He was also a participant in the Great Patriotic War. Here is what is written about him in the TSB, vol. 27 (1954). “Mirotvortsev developed the issues of collateral circulation, pathology and clinic of intestinal and bone sarcomas, issues of military field surgery, etc. Mirotvortsev proposed a method for transplanting ureters into the rectum. He was awarded two orders and medals. While one brother ruined his people for the sake of international capital, the other - faithfully served his Fatherland. And, as always, they both got what they deserved. More in this world.

Such is the story.

V. SELINA, Stalingrad

AND or-there were two brothers, two brothers - a sandpiper and a crane. They mowed a stack of hay, put it in the middle of the field. Shall I tell you the tale again from the end?

AND il-there was an old man, the old man had a well, and a dace lived in the well. Here the fairy tale ends.

AND il-there was a king, the king had a yard, there was a stake in the yard, a bast hung on the stake. Why not start over?

- R Can I tell you a fairy tale about a white bull?

Tell.

You tell, and I tell, so should I tell you a fairy tale about a white bull?

Tell.

You tell, and I tell, so what will we have, but how long it will be! Shall I tell you a fairy tale about a white bull?

- R Can I tell you a boring tale?

Tell.

You ask: tell me, so I say: tell me. So shall I tell you a boring tale?

No need.

You ask: don't, and I say: don't. So should I tell you a boring tale? .. and so on ...

- AND il-was an old man. Went to the mill to grind flour...

- L a white goose ate, sat on the road - fell into a puddle. Mok-mok, kitty-kitty - got wet, vykis, got out - sat on the road and again fell into a puddle. Mok-mok, kitty-kitty, vykis, got out and so on ...

- R Can I tell you a fairy tale about crucian carp?

Tell.

The crucian swam and swam - the fairy tale began.

The crucian swam and swam along the dam - the tale is told to the middle.

I would tell you more about that carp, but it's a pity that the fairy tale is over. All…

P a river flows in the field,
A bridge is thrown across the river,
There is a sheep on the bridge
The sheep has a tail
Bast hangs on the tail,
Should I tell you everything first?

At butt was a dog
He loved her.
She ate a piece of meat
He killed her.
Dug a hole, dug
He put the cross, wrote,
What:
The priest had a dog
etc.

AND il-was king Vatuta, that's the whole fairy tale here.

—
WITH toit gingerbread house,
decorated with raisins,
Shines in the light of the moon.
Candy door, Can't you tell everything from the end? ..

E let's move on.
We see the bridge
A crow gets wet under the bridge.
Grab her by the tail
Shast on the bridge -
Let her dry!
Let's go further.
We see the bridge
On the bridge the crow dries.
Grab her by the tail
Shake it under the bridge -
Let her get wet!
Let's go further...

M did you go with you?
- Let's go!
Did you find boots?
— Found!
Did I give them to you?
- I did!
- Did you take them?
- Got it!
“Where are they?”
- Who?
- Yes, not who, but what!
- What?
- Boots!
- Which?
- Well, such! Did we go with you?
- Let's go!
Did you find boots?
— Found

— WITH tell you a story about an owl?
- Tell!
- Fine! Listen to me, don't interrupt!
Somehow an owl flew -
Funny head.
Here she flew, flew,
perched on a branch,
She turned her tail,
I looked around,
I sang a song
And flew again.
Here she flew, flew,
perched on a branch
She turned her tail,
I looked around,
I sang a song
And flew again...
Should I say more?

H uchelo-meowel sat on the roof,
The scarecrow meowed a song.
Scarecrow-meow with a dark red mouth,
It tormented everyone with a terrible song.
Everyone around from the scarecrow is sad and sick,
Because his song is about the fact that
A scarecrow-meowchel sat on the roof ...

H and grief is a hut,
An old woman lives in a hut.
She sits on the stove
And chews and chews kalachi.
But the old woman stood up
I got a washcloth from behind the stove ...
Well, the old woman's bast!
Shouldn't we start the story over?

IN some kingdom,
In an unknown state
Not where we live
A marvelous miracle appeared
A wonderful miracle happened:
An important turnip grew in the garden,
Each old woman praised:
You can't go around in one day.
The whole village ate half of that turnip for a month,
Barely finished it.
Neighbors saw it all
Three weeks the other half ate.
The rest of the turnips were piled on the cart,
Dragged past the forest
The cart was broken off from the cargo.
A bear ran - marveled,
Falling asleep with fear...
But when the bear wakes up -
Then the story will continue!

AND il-was in the world Tsar Bubenets.
He planned to build a new palace
They brought him wet boards,
They laid the boards on the sand to dry.
They dried the boards, dried - dried up.
They put them in the river - soaked them.
Again the boards were dried - dried up,
They were soaked again - soaked!
As soon as the boards are ready,
Then we'll get back to the story.
It just won't happen any time soon:
It will happen in that year
When the goblin dies, -
And he hasn't fallen ill yet!

B abushka Arina
Cooked porridge,
Egor and Boris
Because of that porridge they fought.
Wash, wash,
Start over!

At women Matryona hut
Burenka chewed grass,
She chewed grass - was silent.
I saw: on the fence-bast.
I saw a bast - groaned ...
Shouldn't I tell you about Burenka first?

AND ila-was a grandmother
Yes, by the river
Grandma wanted
Swim in the river.
Bought by grandma
Soap and wash.
Oh, and the story is good
Start over...

- END -