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A mower mowed in the meadow. Tired and sat under a bush to rest. He took out a bag, untied it and began to chew bread.
A hungry wolf comes out of the forest. He sees - under the bush the mower is sitting and eating something. The wolf approached him and asked:
What are you eating, man?
Bread, - the mower answers.
Is he tasty?
And what a delicious one!
Let me taste.
Well, take it.
The mower broke off a piece of bread and gave it to the wolf.
The wolf liked the bread. And he says:
I would like to eat bread every day, but where can I get it? Tell me man!
All right, - says the mower, - I'll teach you where and how to get bread.
And he began to teach the wolf:
First of all, you need to plow the land ...
Will there be bread then?
No, brother, wait. Then the earth must be harrowed ...
And can you eat bread? the wolf wagged its tail.
What are you, wait. First you need to sow rye ...
Will there be bread then? - licked the wolf.
Not yet. Wait until the rye sprouts, winters through the cold winter, grows in the spring, then blooms, then begins to sprout, then ripens ...
Oh, - the wolf sighed, - for a long time, however, you have to wait! But then I will eat plenty of bread! ..
Where do you eat! the mower interrupted him. - It's too early. First you need to squeeze the ripe rye, then tie it into sheaves, put the sheaves in shocks. The wind will blow them, the sun will dry them, then take them to the current ...
And will I eat bread?
Eh, how impatient! We must first thresh the sheaves, pour the grain into sacks, take the sacks to the mill and grind the flour ...
No, not all. It is necessary to knead the flour in a bowl and wait until the dough rises. Then plant in a hot oven.
And baked bread?
Yes, the bread will bake. That's when you eat it, - the mower finished the lesson.
The wolf thought, scratched the back of his head with his paw and said:
Not! This work is painfully long and hard. Better advise me, man, how to get food easier.
Well, - says the mower, - if you don’t want to eat heavy bread, eat light. Go to the pasture, there the horse is grazing.
The wolf came to pasture. I saw a horse.
Horse, horse! I will eat you.
Well, says the horse, eat. Just first take off the horseshoes from my feet so as not to break your teeth about them.
And that's true, - agreed the wolf. He bent down to take off his horseshoes, and the horse would hit him in the teeth with a hoof ... The wolf turned somersaults - and run.
Ran to the river. He sees geese grazing on the shore. “Shouldn’t I eat them?” -thinks. Then he says:
Geese, geese! I'll eat you.
Well, - the geese answer, - eat. But first, do us one favor before you die.
Sing to us and we will listen.
It's possible. I am a master of singing.
The wolf sat on a bump, lifted his head and let's howl. And the geese wings clap, clap - rose and flew.
The wolf got down from the hummock, looked after the geese and went away with nothing.
He goes and scolds himself with the last words: “Well, I'm a fool! Why agreed to sing? Well, now I’ll eat whoever I meet!”
Only he thought so, looking - the old grandfather is walking along the road. The wolf ran up to him.
Grandfather, grandfather, I'll eat you!
And why so hurry? - says Del. - Let's sniff some tobacco first.
Is he tasty?
Try it - you'll know.
The grandfather took out a tobacco pouch from his pocket, sniffed it himself and gave it to the wolf. As the wolf sniffed at the top of his lungs, so the whole pouch of tobacco and inhaled. And then he started sneezing all over the forest... He can't see anything from his tears, he's sneezing all the time. So he sneezed for an hour, until he sneezed out all the tobacco. I looked around, and grandfather had already caught a trace.
Ram, ram, I'll eat you!
Well, says the ram, this is my share. But so that you don’t suffer for a long time and don’t break your teeth on my old bones, stand better in that hollow and open your mouth, and I will run up the hill, speed up and myself attract into your mouth.
Thanks for the advice, says the wolf. - So we'll do it.
He stood in a hollow, opened his mouth and waited. And the ram ran up the hill, accelerated and hit the wolf's head with the horns. So the sparks from the eyes of the gray fell, the whole light swirled in front of him!
The wolf came to his senses, shook his head and argues with himself:
Did I eat it or not?
In the meantime, the mower has finished his work and is going home. He heard the words of the wolf and said:
I didn’t eat, but light bread tasted.
A mower mowed in the meadow. Tired and sat under a bush to rest. He took out a bag, untied it and began to chew bread.A hungry wolf comes out of the forest. He sees that the mower is sitting under a bush and eating something. The wolf approached him and asked:
What are you eating, human?
“Bread,” the mower replies.
- Is it tasty?
- And what a delicious one!
- Let me taste it.
- Well, take it.
The mower broke off a piece of bread and gave it to the wolf.
The wolf liked the bread. And he says:
I wish I could eat bread every day, but where can I get it? Tell me man!
“Okay,” says the mower, “I’ll teach you where and how to get bread.”
And he began to teach the wolf:
- First of all, you need to plow the land ...
- Will there be bread then?
No, brother, wait. Then the earth must be harrowed ...
- Can I eat bread? The wolf wagged its tail.
- What are you, wait. First you need to sow rye ...
- Will there be bread then? — licked the wolf.
- Not yet. Wait until the rye sprouts, winters through the cold winter, grows in the spring, then blooms, then begins to sprout, then ripens ...
“Oh,” the wolf sighed, “however, you have to wait a long time!” But then I will eat plenty of bread! ..
- Where do you eat! the mower interrupted him. - It's too early. First you need to squeeze the ripe rye, then tie it into sheaves, put the sheaves in shocks. The wind will blow them, the sun will dry them, then take them to the current ...
And will I eat bread?
— Oh, how impatient! We must first thresh the sheaves, pour the grain into sacks, take the sacks to the mill and grind the flour ...
— No, not all. It is necessary to knead the flour in a bowl and wait until the dough rises. Then plant in a hot oven.
- Will the bread be baked?
Yes, the bread will bake. That's when you eat it, - the mower finished the lesson.
The wolf thought, scratched the back of his head with his paw and said:
- Not! This work is painfully long and hard. Better advise me, man, how to get food easier.
“Well,” says the mower, “if you don’t want to eat heavy bread, eat light bread.” Go to the pasture, there the horse is grazing.
The wolf came to pasture. I saw a horse.
- Horse, horse! I will eat you.
“Well,” says the horse, “eat.” Just first take off the horseshoes from my feet so as not to break your teeth about them.
"That's true," agreed the wolf. He bent down to take off his horseshoes, and the horse would hit him in the teeth with a hoof ... The wolf turned somersaults - and run.
Ran to the river. He sees geese grazing on the shore. "Shouldn't I eat them?" -thinks. Then he says:
- Geese, geese! I'll eat you.
“Well,” the geese answer, “eat.” But first, do us one favor before you die.
— What?
- Sing to us, and we will listen.
- It's possible. I am a master of singing.
The wolf sat on a bump, lifted his head and let's howl. And the geese flapped their wings, flapped - rose and flew.
The wolf got down from the hummock, looked after the geese and went away with nothing.
He goes and scolds himself with the last words: “Well, I'm a fool! Why agreed to sing? Well, now I’ll eat anyone I meet! ”
As soon as he thought so, lo and behold, an old grandfather was walking along the road. The wolf ran up to him.
- Grandfather, grandfather, I'll eat you!
“And why are you in such a hurry?” Del says. "Let's get some tobacco first."
- Is it tasty?
- Try it and you will know.
- Let's.
The grandfather took out a tobacco pouch from his pocket, sniffed it himself and gave it to the wolf. As the wolf sniffed at the top of his lungs, so the whole pouch of tobacco and inhaled. And then he started sneezing all over the forest... He can't see anything from his tears, he's sneezing all the time. So he sneezed for an hour, until he sneezed out all the tobacco. I looked around, and grandfather had already caught a trace.
- Ram, ram, I'll eat you!
“Well,” says the ram, “this is my lot. But so that you don’t suffer for a long time and don’t break your teeth on my old bones, stand better in that hollow and open your mouth, and I will run up the hill, speed up and myself attract into your mouth.
“Thanks for the advice,” the wolf says. “That's what we'll do.
He stood in a hollow, opened his mouth and waited. And the ram ran up the hill, accelerated and hit the wolf's head with the horns. So the sparks from the eyes of the gray fell, the whole light swirled in front of him!
The wolf came to his senses, shook his head and argues with himself:
Did I eat it or not?
In the meantime, the mower has finished his work and is going home. He heard the words of the wolf and said:
- I didn’t eat something, but I tasted light bread.
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A mower mowed in the meadow. Tired and sat under a bush to rest. He took out a bag, untied it and began to chew bread.
A hungry wolf comes out of the forest. He sees - under the bush the mower is sitting and eating something. The wolf approached him and asked:
What are you eating, man?
Bread, - the mower answers.
Is he tasty?
And what a delicious one!
Let me taste.
Well, take it.
The mower broke off a piece of bread and gave it to the wolf.
The wolf liked the bread. And he says:
I would like to eat bread every day, but where can I get it? Tell me man!
All right, - says the mower, - I'll teach you where and how to get bread.
And he began to teach the wolf:
First of all, you need to plow the land ...
Will there be bread then?
No, brother, wait. Then the earth must be harrowed ...
And can you eat bread? the wolf wagged its tail.
What are you, wait. First you need to sow rye ...
Will there be bread then? - licked the wolf.
Not yet. Wait until the rye sprouts, winters through the cold winter, grows in the spring, then blooms, then begins to sprout, then ripens ...
Oh, - the wolf sighed, - for a long time, however, you have to wait! But then I will eat plenty of bread! ..
Where do you eat! the mower interrupted him. - It's too early. First you need to squeeze the ripe rye, then tie it into sheaves, put the sheaves in shocks. The wind will blow them, the sun will dry them, then take them to the current ...
And will I eat bread?
Eh, how impatient! We must first thresh the sheaves, pour the grain into sacks, take the sacks to the mill and grind the flour ...
No, not all. It is necessary to knead the flour in a bowl and wait until the dough rises. Then plant in a hot oven.
And baked bread?
Yes, the bread will bake. That's when you eat it, - the mower finished the lesson.
The wolf thought, scratched the back of his head with his paw and said:
Not! This work is painfully long and hard. Better advise me, man, how to get food easier.
Well, - says the mower, - if you don’t want to eat heavy bread, eat light. Go to the pasture, there the horse is grazing.
The wolf came to pasture. I saw a horse.
Horse, horse! I will eat you.
Well, says the horse, eat. Just first take off the horseshoes from my feet so as not to break your teeth about them.
And that's true, - agreed the wolf. He bent down to take off his horseshoes, and the horse would hit him in the teeth with a hoof ... The wolf turned somersaults - and run.
Ran to the river. He sees geese grazing on the shore. “Shouldn’t I eat them?” -thinks. Then he says:
Geese, geese! I'll eat you.
Well, - the geese answer, - eat. But first, do us one favor before you die.
Sing to us and we will listen.
It's possible. I am a master of singing.
The wolf sat on a bump, lifted his head and let's howl. And the geese wings clap, clap - rose and flew.
The wolf got down from the hummock, looked after the geese and went away with nothing.
He goes and scolds himself with the last words: “Well, I'm a fool! Why agreed to sing? Well, now I’ll eat whoever I meet!”
Only he thought so, looking - the old grandfather is walking along the road. The wolf ran up to him.
Grandfather, grandfather, I'll eat you!
And why so hurry? - says Del. - Let's sniff some tobacco first.
Is he tasty?
Try it - you'll know.
The grandfather took out a tobacco pouch from his pocket, sniffed it himself and gave it to the wolf. As the wolf sniffed at the top of his lungs, so the whole pouch of tobacco and inhaled. And then he started sneezing all over the forest... He can't see anything from his tears, he's sneezing all the time. So he sneezed for an hour, until he sneezed out all the tobacco. I looked around, and grandfather had already caught a trace.
Ram, ram, I'll eat you!
Well, says the ram, this is my share. But so that you don’t suffer for a long time and don’t break your teeth on my old bones, stand better in that hollow and open your mouth, and I will run up the hill, speed up and myself attract into your mouth.
Thanks for the advice, says the wolf. - So we'll do it.
He stood in a hollow, opened his mouth and waited. And the ram ran up the hill, accelerated and hit the wolf's head with the horns. So the sparks from the eyes of the gray fell, the whole light swirled in front of him!
The wolf came to his senses, shook his head and argues with himself:
Did I eat it or not?
In the meantime, the mower has finished his work and is going home. He heard the words of the wolf and said:
I didn’t eat something, but I tasted light bread.
The man mowed the grass in the meadow. Tired and sat under a bush to rest. He took out the bundle, untied it and began to eat.
A hungry wolf comes out of the forest. He sees - a man is sitting in a bush and eating something.
A wolf approached him and asked:
What are you eating?
Bread, the man answers.
Is he delicious?
What a delicious passion!
Let me try.
Welcome!
The man broke off a piece of bread and gave it to the wolf.
The wolf liked the bread. And he says:
I would like to eat bread every day, but where can I get it? Advise!
Okay, he says, man, I'll teach you where and how to get bread.
And he began to teach the wolf:
First of all, you need to plow the land ...
Will there be bread then?
No, brother, wait. Then you need to fence the land ...
And can you eat bread? - the wolf was delighted and waved its tail.
Look how fast you are! First you need to sow rye ...
Will there be bread then? - licked the wolf.
Not yet! Wait until the rye sprouts, winters through the cold winter, grows in the spring, then sprouts, then the grain begins to pour, then ripen ...
Oh, - the wolf sighed, - it's too long to wait! Well, when the grain ripens, then I will eat plenty of bread?
Where do you eat! - says the man. - It's still early! First, ripe rye must be compressed, then tied into sheaves, and only sheaves should be placed in sacrums. The wind will blow them, the sun will dry them, then take them to the current.
And will I eat bread?
How impatient! The first step is to thresh the sheaves, gather the grain into sacks, take the sacks to the mill and grind the flour...
No, not all. Knead the dough from the flour and wait until the dough rises. Then plant in a hot oven.
Will the bread be baked?
Yep, baked. That's when you eat plenty, - finished the peasant.
The wolf thought, scratched the back of his head and said:
Not! This work is not for me - and long, and troublesome, and difficult. You better advise how to get easy bread.
Well, - says the peasant, - if you do not want to eat hard bread, eat light. Go to the pasture, the horse is grazing there.
The wolf went to pasture. I saw a horse
Horse, horse, I'll eat you!
Well, says the horse, eat. Just first, take the horseshoes off my feet so as not to break your teeth on them.
And that's true, agreed the wolf.
He bent down to rip off the horseshoes, and how the horse would kick him with his hoof!
The wolf rolled over - yes go. Ran to the river. He sees - geese are grazing on the shore.
"Shouldn't I eat them?" the wolf thinks. Then he says:
Geese, geese, I'll eat you!
Well, the geese answer, eat. Just do us a favor first.
What? - asks the wolf.
Sing us a song and we'll listen.
It's possible! I am a master at singing songs. The wolf sat on a hummock, lifted his head and began to howl. And the geese - fluttering with their wings - took off and flew away.
The wolf got down from the bump, looked after them and went on with nothing.
He goes, scolding himself: "Well, am I not a fool, huh? And why did I undertake to sing to the geese! Well, now I'll eat anyone I meet!" As soon as he thought so, he looks - the old grandfather wanders along the road. Wolf - to him; - Grandfather, grandfather, I'll eat you!
Where to hurry? - says grandfather. Let's sniff some tobacco first.
Is he delicious?
Try it and you'll know.
Grandfather took a snuffbox out of his pocket, sniffed it himself and gave it to the wolf.
The wolf pulled his nose with all his might and all the tobacco and breathed in. And then let's sneeze all over the forest... He sees nothing from tears, everything sneezes. I sneezed for more than an hour while I was resting. I looked around, and my grandfather was gone.
He walked, walked, looked - the sheep were grazing in the meadow, and the shepherd was sleeping.
The wolf spotted the largest lamb, grabbed it and said:
Ram, ram, I'll eat you!
Well, - says the ram, - apparently, such is my share. Stand in that hollow and open your mouth wider. And I will run up the hill, accelerate and jump into your mouth myself.
Thanks for the advice, - said the wolf, - let's do it.
He stood in the hollow, opened his mouth, waiting. And the ram ran up the hillock, accelerated and fucked the wolf with horns! He had sparks in his eyes...
The wolf came to his senses, shook his head and said:
I don’t understand: did I eat it or didn’t I eat it? And at this time, the same peasant was returning home from mowing.
He heard the words of the wolf and said:
You did not eat it, but you tasted light bread.
A mower mowed in the meadow. Tired and sat under a bush to rest. He took out a bag, untied it and began to chew bread. Suddenly a hungry wolf comes out of the forest and sees a mower sitting under a bush and eating something. The wolf approached him and asked:
What are you eating, human?
“Bread,” the mower replies.
- Is it tasty?
- And what a delicious one!
- Let me taste it.
- Well, take it.
The mower broke off a piece of bread and gave it to the wolf. The wolf liked the bread. And he says:
I wish I could eat bread every day, but where can I get it? Tell me man!
“Okay,” says the mower, “I’ll teach you where and how to get bread.”
And he began to teach the wolf:
- First of all, you need to plow the land ...
- Will there be bread then?
No, brother, wait. Then you need to harrow the earth ...
- Can I eat bread? The wolf wagged its tail.
- What are you, wait. First you need to sow rye ...
- Will there be bread then? — licked the wolf.
- Not yet. Wait until the rye sprouts, winters through the cold winter, grows in the spring, then blooms, then begins to sprout, then ripen ...
“Oh,” the wolf sighed, “however, you have to wait a long time!” But then I will eat plenty of bread! ..
- Where do you eat! the mower interrupted him. - It's too early. First you need to squeeze the ripe rye, then tie it into sheaves, put the sheaves into heaps. The wind will blow them, the sun will dry them, then take them to the current ...
And will I eat bread?
- How impatient you are! We must first thresh the sheaves, pour the grain into sacks, take the sacks to the mill and grind the flour ...
— Is that all?
— No, not all. It is necessary to knead the flour in a bowl and wait until the dough rises. Then plant in a hot oven.
- Will the bread be baked?
Yes, the bread will bake. That's when you eat it, - the mower finished the lesson.
The wolf thought, scratched the back of his head with his paw and said:
- Not! This work is painfully long and hard. Better advise me, man, how to get food easier.
“Well,” says the mower, “if you don’t want to eat heavy bread, eat light bread.” Go to the pasture, there the horse is grazing.
The wolf came to pasture. I saw a horse.
- Horse, horse! I will eat you.
“Well,” says the horse, “eat.” Just first take off the horseshoes from my feet so as not to break your teeth about them.
"That's true," agreed the wolf. He bent down to take off his horseshoes, and the horse would hit him in the teeth with a hoof ... The wolf turned somersaults - and run.
Ran to the river. He sees geese grazing on the shore. "Shouldn't I eat them?" - thinks. Then he says:
- Geese, geese! I'll eat you.
“Well,” the geese answer, “eat.” But first, do us one favor before you die.
— What?
- Sing to us, and we will listen.
- It's possible. I am a master of singing.
The wolf sat on a bump, lifted his head and let's howl. And the geese flapped their wings, flapped - rose and flew. The wolf got down from the hummock, looked after the geese and went away with nothing. He goes and scolds himself with the last words: “Well, I'm a fool! Why agreed to sing? Well, now I’ll eat anyone I meet! ” As soon as he thought so, lo and behold, an old grandfather was walking along the road. The wolf ran up to him.
- Grandfather, grandfather, I'll eat you!
“And why are you in such a hurry?” Del says. "Let's get some tobacco first."
- Is it tasty?
- Try it and you will know.
- Let's.
The grandfather took out a tobacco pouch from his pocket, sniffed it himself and gave it to the wolf. As the wolf sniffed at the top of his lungs, so the whole pouch of tobacco and inhaled. And then he began to sneeze over the whole forest ... He doesn’t see anything from tears, he keeps sneezing. So he sneezed for an hour, until he sneezed out all the tobacco. I looked around, and grandfather had already caught a trace. Nothing to do, the wolf went on. He goes, he goes, he sees - a flock of sheep is grazing in the field, and the shepherd is sleeping. The wolf spotted the best ram in the herd, grabbed it and said:
- Ram, ram, I'll eat you!
“Well,” says the ram, “this is my lot. But so that you don’t suffer for a long time and don’t break your teeth on my old bones, stand better in that hollow and open your mouth, and I will run up the hill, speed up and myself attract into your mouth.
“Thanks for the advice,” the wolf says. “That's what we'll do.
He stood in a hollow, opened his mouth and waited. And the ram ran up the hill, accelerated, and how it hit the wolf's head with its horns. So the sparks from the eyes of the gray fell, the whole light swirled in front of him! The wolf came to his senses, shook his head and argues with himself:
Did I eat it or not?