Swan geese
There lived a man and a woman. They had a daughter and a little son.
Daughter, - said the mother, - we will go to work, take care of your brother. Don't leave the yard, be smart - we'll buy you a handkerchief.
The father and mother left, and the daughter forgot what she was ordered to: she put her brother on the grass under the window, she ran out into the street, played, went on a spree. Geese flew in - swans, picked up the boy, carried away on wings.
The girl returned, looking - there is no brother! Gasped, rushed there - here - no!
She called him, burst into tears, lamented that it would be bad from her father and mother, but her brother did not respond.
She ran out into open field and only saw: geese-swans darted in the distance and disappeared behind a dark forest. Then she guessed that they had taken her brother away: about geese - swans had long been a bad name - that they were fooling around, they carried away small children.
The girl rushed to catch up with them. She ran, she ran, she saw - there was a stove.
Stove, stove, tell me, where did the geese - the swans fly?
The stove replies:
Eat my rye pie - I'll tell you.
I will eat rye pie! My father doesn’t even eat wheat…
Apple tree, apple tree, tell me, where did the geese - swans fly?
Eat my forest apple - I'll tell you.
At my father’s, garden ones are not eaten either ... The apple tree did not tell her. The girl ran on. A milky river flows in the jelly banks.
Milk river, jelly banks, where did the geese - swans fly?
Eat my simple jelly with milk - I'll tell you.
My father doesn’t even eat cream ... For a long time she ran through the fields, through the forests. The day is drawing to a close, there is nothing to do - you have to go home.
Suddenly he sees - there is a hut on a chicken leg, about one window, it turns around itself.
In the hut, an old woman - a yaga spins a tow. And a brother sits on a bench, plays with silver apples. The girl entered the hut:
Hello grandma!
Hello girl! Why did she show up?
I walked through the mosses, through the swamps, soaked my dress, came to warm up.
Sit down while spinning the tow. Baba Yaga gave her a spindle, and she left.
The girl is spinning - suddenly a mouse runs out from under the stove and says to her:
Girl, girl, give me porridge, I'll tell you kindly.
The girl gave her porridge, the mouse said to her:
Baba Yaga went to heat the bathhouse. She will wash you, evaporate you, put you in the oven, fry and eat you, she will ride on your bones.
The girl sits neither alive nor dead, crying, and the mouse again to her:
Don't wait, take your brother, run, and I'll spin the tow for you.
The girl took her brother and ran. And Baba Yaga will come up to the window and ask:
Girl, are you spinning?
The mouse answers her:
I'm spinning, grandmother ... Baba - Yaga heated the bath and went after the girl. And there is no one in the hut. Baba Yaga shouted:
Swan geese! Fly in pursuit! Brother's sister took away! ..
My sister and brother ran to the milky river. He sees - flying geese - swans.
River, mother, hide me!
Eat my simple kiselka.
The girl ate and said thank you. The river hid her under the jelly bank.
Geese - swans did not see, they flew past. The girl and her brother ran again. And the geese - swans came back to meet, now - they will see. What to do? Trouble! An apple tree stands...
Apple tree, mother, hide me!
Eat my forest apple. The girl quickly ate and said thank you. The apple tree covered it with branches, covered it with sheets.
Geese - swans did not see, they flew past. The girl ran again. Runs, runs, it's not far away. Then the geese - the swans saw her, cackled - swoop in, beat their wings, look at that brother, they will tear it out of their hands. The girl ran to the stove.
An old man lived with an old woman; They had a daughter and a little son.
Daughter, daughter! mother said. - We will go to work, bring you a bun, sew a dress, buy a handkerchief; be smart, take care of your brother, don't go out of the yard.
The elders left, and the daughter forgot what she was ordered to; she put her brother on the grass under the window, and she herself ran out into the street, played, took a walk. Geese-swans flew in, picked up the boy, carried away on wings.
A girl came, look - there is no brother! Gasped, rushed back and forth - no! She called, burst into tears, lamented that it would be bad from her father and mother - the brother did not respond!
Ran out into an open field; swan-geese rushed in the distance and disappeared behind a dark forest.
Geese-swans have long acquired a bad reputation for themselves, a lot of mischief and stole small children; the girl guessed that they had taken away her brother, rushed to catch up with them. She ran, she ran, there is a stove.
Stove, stove, tell me, where did the geese fly?
Eat my rye pie, I will say.
Oh, my father does not eat wheat!
Apple trees, apple trees, tell me, where did the geese fly?
Eat my forest apple, I will say.
Oh, my father doesn’t even eat garden ones!
Milk river, kissel banks, where did the geese fly?
Eat my simple jelly with milk, I will say.
Oh, my father doesn’t even eat cream!
And for a long time she would run through the fields and wander through the forest, yes, fortunately, she caught a hedgehog; she wanted to push him, she was afraid to prick him and asks:
Hedgehog, hedgehog, did you see where the geese flew?
Get out there! - pointed out.
She ran - there is a hut on chicken legs, she stands and turns. In the hut sits a baba-yaga, a sinewy muzzle, a clay leg; the brother sits on a bench, plays with golden apples. His sister saw him, crept up, grabbed him and carried him away; and the geese fly after her; villains will catch up, where to go? The milk river runs, the jelly banks.
Mother River, hide me!
Eat my kissel!
Nothing to do, eat. The river put her under the bank, the geese flew by. She came out and said, “Thank you!” - and again runs with his brother; and the geese returned, flying towards. What to do? Trouble! Worth an apple tree.
Apple tree, mother apple tree, hide me!
Eat my forest apple!
Ate quickly. She covered the apple tree with twigs, covered it with leaves; the geese flew by. She came out and again runs with her brother, and the geese saw - yes, after her; they completely fly in, they beat with their wings, and just look - they will tear it out of their hands! Fortunately, there is a stove on the road.
Madame stove, hide me!
Eat my rye pie!
The girl quickly put the pie in her mouth, and herself in the oven, sat down in the mouth. Geese flew, flew, shouted, shouted and flew away with nothing.
And she ran home, and it’s good that she managed to run, and then her father and mother came.
An old man lived with an old woman; They had a daughter and a little son.
Daughter, daughter! mother said. - We will go to work, bring you a bun, sew a dress, buy a handkerchief; be smart, take care of your brother, don't go out of the yard.
The elders left, and the daughter forgot what she was ordered to; she put her brother on the grass under the window, and she herself ran out into the street, played, took a walk. Geese-swans flew in, picked up the boy, carried away on wings.
A girl came, look - there is no brother! Gasped, rushed back and forth - no! She called, burst into tears, lamented that it would be bad from her father and mother - the brother did not respond!
Ran out into an open field; swan-geese rushed in the distance and disappeared behind a dark forest.
Geese-swans have long acquired a bad reputation for themselves, a lot of mischief and stole small children; the girl guessed that they had taken away her brother, rushed to catch up with them. She ran, she ran, there is a stove.
Stove, stove, tell me, where did the geese fly?
Eat my rye pie, I will say.
Oh, my father does not eat wheat!
Apple trees, apple trees, tell me, where did the geese fly?
Eat my forest apple, I will say.
Oh, my father doesn’t even eat garden ones!
Milk river, kissel banks, where did the geese fly?
Eat my simple jelly with milk, I will say.
Oh, my father doesn’t even eat cream!
And for a long time she would run through the fields and wander through the forest, yes, fortunately, she caught a hedgehog; she wanted to push him, she was afraid to prick him and asks:
Hedgehog, hedgehog, did you see where the geese flew?
Get out there! - pointed out.
She ran - there is a hut on chicken legs, she stands and turns. In the hut sits a baba-yaga, a sinewy muzzle, a clay leg; the brother sits on a bench, plays with golden apples. His sister saw him, crept up, grabbed him and carried him away; and the geese fly after her; villains will catch up, where to go? The milk river runs, the jelly banks.
Mother River, hide me!
Eat my kissel!
Nothing to do, eat. The river put her under the bank, the geese flew by. She came out and said, “Thank you!” - and again runs with his brother; and the geese returned, flying towards. What to do? Trouble! Worth an apple tree.
Apple tree, mother apple tree, hide me!
Eat my forest apple!
Ate quickly. She covered the apple tree with twigs, covered it with leaves; the geese flew by. She came out and again runs with her brother, and the geese saw - yes, after her; they completely fly in, they beat with their wings, and just look - they will tear it out of their hands! Fortunately, there is a stove on the road.
Madame stove, hide me!
Eat my rye pie!
The girl quickly put the pie in her mouth, and herself in the oven, sat down in the mouth. Geese flew, flew, shouted, shouted and flew away with nothing.
And she ran home, and it’s good that she managed to run, and then her father and mother came. That's
Geese-swans are a work of folk art. In the fairy tale, the story begins with the fact that the sister did not follow her brother, and he was carried away by swan geese to Baba Yaga. To return her brother, the girl does not stop in front of difficulties and dangers. The road to the forest and the escape from the servants of the sorceress takes a lot of time, but the brother and sister manage to return home in time thanks to the helpers. The fairy tale glorifies the ability to admit one's mistakes, responsibility, courage.
An old man lived with an old woman and they had a daughter and a little son.
- Daughter, daughter! mother said. - We will go to work, bring you a bun, sew a dress, buy a handkerchief; be smart, take care of your brother, don't go out of the yard.
The elders left, and the daughter forgot what she was ordered to; she put her brother on the grass under the window, and she herself ran out into the street, played, took a walk. Geese-swans flew in, picked up the boy, carried away on wings.
A girl came, look - there is no brother! She gasped, rushed back and forth - no! She called, burst into tears, lamented that it would be bad from her father and mother - the brother did not respond!
Ran out into an open field; swan-geese rushed in the distance and disappeared behind a dark forest.
Geese-swans have long acquired a bad reputation for themselves, a lot of mischief and stole small children; the girl guessed that they had taken away her brother, rushed to catch up with them. She ran, she ran, there is a stove.
- Stove, stove, tell me, where did the geese fly?
“Eat my rye pie,” I say.
“Oh, my father doesn’t eat wheat!
- Apple trees, apple trees, tell me, where did the geese fly?
“Eat my forest apple,” I say.
“Oh, my father doesn’t even eat garden vegetables!”
- Milk river, jelly banks, where did the geese fly?
“Eat my simple jelly with milk,” I’ll say.
“Oh, my father doesn’t even eat cream!
And for a long time she would run through the fields and wander through the forest, yes, fortunately, she caught a hedgehog; she wanted to push him, she was afraid to prick him and asks:
- Hedgehog, hedgehog, did you see where the geese flew?
- Get out there! - pointed out.
She ran - there is a hut on chicken legs, it stands and turns. In the hut sits a baba-yaga, a sinewy muzzle, a clay leg; the brother sits on a bench, plays with golden apples.
His sister saw him, crept up, grabbed him and carried him away; and the geese fly after her; villains will catch up, where to go? The milk river runs, the jelly banks.
Mother River, hide me!
- Eat my jelly!
Nothing to do, eat. The river put her under the bank, the geese flew by.
She came out and said, “Thank you!” - and again runs with his brother; and the geese returned, flying towards. What to do? Trouble! Worth an apple tree.
- Apple tree, mother apple tree, hide me!
- Eat my forest apple!
Ate quickly. She covered the apple tree with twigs, covered it with leaves; the geese flew by. She came out and again runs with her brother, and the geese saw - yes, after her; they completely fly in, they beat with their wings, and just look - they will tear it out of their hands! Fortunately, there is a stove on the road.
“Madame stove, hide me!”
- Eat my rye pie!
The girl quickly put the pie in her mouth, and herself in the oven, sat down in the mouth.
Geese flew, flew, shouted, shouted and flew away with nothing.
And she ran home, and it’s good that she managed to run, and then her father and mother came.
- Daughter, - said the mother, - we will go to work, take care of your brother? Don't leave the yard, be smart - we'll buy you a handkerchief.The father and mother left, and the daughter forgot what she was ordered to: she put her brother on the grass under the window, she ran out into the street, played, went on a spree. Geese-swans flew in, picked up the boy, carried away on wings.
The girl returned, looking - there is no brother! Gasped, rushed back and forth - no! She called him, burst into tears, lamented that it would be bad from her father and mother, - the brother did not respond.
She ran out into an open field and only saw: geese-swans rushed in the distance and disappeared behind a dark forest.
Then she guessed that they had taken away her brother: there had long been a bad reputation about swan geese - that they were fooling around, they carried away small children.
She ran, she ran, she saw - there was a stove.
- Stove, stove, tell me, where did the swan geese fly?
The stove replies:
- Eat my rye pie - I will say.
- I'll eat a rye pie! My father doesn't even eat wheat...
The girl ran on. A milky river flows in the jelly banks.
- Milk river, jelly banks, where did the swan geese fly?
- Eat my simple jelly with milk - I will say.
- My father doesn’t even eat cream ...
For a long time she ran through the fields, through the forests. The day is drawing to a close, there is nothing to do - you have to go home. Suddenly he sees - there is a hut on a chicken leg, about one window, it turns around itself.
In the hut the old Baba Yaga is spinning a tow. And a brother sits on a bench, plays with silver apples. The girl entered the hut:
- Hello, grandma!
- Hello, girl! Why did it show up?
- I walked through the mosses, through the swamps, soaked my dress, came to warm up.
Sit down while spinning the tow. Baba Yaga gave her a spindle, and she left.