A mower was mowing the meadow. I got tired and sat down under a bush to rest. He took out the bag, untied it and began to chew the bread.
A hungry wolf comes out of the forest. He sees a mower sitting under a bush and eating something. The wolf approached him and asked:
What are you eating, man?
“Bread,” the mower answers.
Is it tasty?
And how delicious it is!
Give me a taste.
Well, try it.
The mower broke off a piece of bread and gave it to the wolf.
The wolf liked the bread. He says:
I would like to 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...
Then there will be bread?
No, brother, wait. Then you need to harrow the ground...
And can I eat bread? - The wolf waved his tail.
What are you saying, wait. First you need to sow rye...
Then there will be bread? - the wolf licked his lips.
Not yet. Wait until the rye rises, cold winter It will overwinter, grow in the spring, then bloom, then begin to spike, then ripen...
“Oh,” the wolf sighed, “however, we have to wait for a long time!” But then I’ll eat plenty of bread!..
Where can 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 heaps. The wind will blow them away, the sun will dry them, then take them to the current...
And will I eat bread?
Eh, so impatient! You must first thresh the sheaves, pour the grain into bags, take the bags to the mill and grind the flour...
No, not all. You need to knead the flour in the bowl and wait for the dough to rise. Then place it in a hot oven.
And will the bread be baked?
Yes, the bread will be baked. “That’s when you’ll eat it,” the mower finished his lecture.
The wolf thought, scratched the back of his head with his paw and said:
No! 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, the horse is grazing there.
The wolf came to the pasture. I saw a horse.
Horse, horse! I will eat you.
Well, says the horse, eat. Just take the horseshoes off my feet first, so as not to break your teeth on them.
And that’s true,” the wolf agreed. He bent down to take off the horseshoes, and the horse hit him in the teeth with its hoof... The wolf somersaulted and ran.
He ran to the river. He sees geese grazing on the shore. “Should 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 down on a hummock, raised his head and began to howl. And the geese, flapping and flapping their wings, rose and flew.
The wolf got down from the hummock, looked after the geese and went away empty-handed.
He goes and scolds himself last words: “What a fool I am! Why did you agree to sing? Well, now I’ll eat whoever I meet!”
Just when he thought so, lo and behold, an old grandfather was walking along the road. The wolf ran up to him:
Grandfather, grandfather, I will eat you!
And why is it in such a hurry? - says Del. - Let's smell the tobacco first.
Is it tasty?
Try it - you'll find out.
The grandfather took a tobacco pouch out of his pocket, sniffed it himself and gave it to the wolf. As the wolf sniffed with all his might, he inhaled the entire pouch of tobacco. And then he started sneezing all over the forest... He can’t see anything because of his tears, he keeps sneezing. He sneezed like this for an hour until all the tobacco was sneezed out. I looked around, and there was no trace of my grandfather.
Ram, ram, I will 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, you better stand in that hollow over there and open your mouth, and I’ll run up the hill, accelerate and draw you into my mouth.
Thanks for the advice, says the wolf. - That's what we'll do.
He stood in the hollow, opened his mouth and waited. And the ram ran up the hill, sped up and hit the wolf on the head with its horns. So sparks fell from the gray one’s eyes, and the whole light began to spin in front of him!
The wolf came to his senses, shook his head and reasoned with himself:
Did I eat it or not?
Meanwhile, the mower has finished his work and goes home. He heard the wolf's words and said:
I didn’t eat anything, but I did taste some light bread.
Light bread
A mower was mowing the meadow. I got tired and sat down under a bush to rest. He took out the bag, untied it and began to chew the bread.
A hungry wolf comes out of the forest. He sees a mower sitting under a bush and eating something.
The wolf approached him and asked:
- What are you eating, man?
“Bread,” the mower answers.
- Is it tasty?
- And how delicious it is!
- Let me taste it.
- Well, try it.
The mower broke off a piece of bread and gave it to the wolf. The wolf liked the bread. He says:
- I would like to 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, we need to plow the land...
- Then there will be bread?
- No, brother, wait. Then you need to harrow the ground...
- And can I eat bread? - The wolf waved his tail.
- What are you talking about, wait. First you need to sow rye... 
- Then there will be bread? - the wolf licked his lips.
- Not yet. Wait until the rye sprouts, survives the cold winter, grows in the spring, blooms a lot, then begins to spike, then ripen...
“Oh,” the wolf sighed, “however, we have to wait for a long time!” But then I’ll eat plenty of bread!..
- Where can 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 heaps. The wind will blow them away, the sun will dry them, then take them to the current...
- And will I eat bread?
- Eh, so impatient! You must first thresh the sheaves, pour the grain into bags, take the bags to the mill and grind the flour...
- That's all?
- No, not everything. You need to knead the flour in the bowl and wait for the dough to rise. Then place it in a hot oven.
- Will the bread be baked?
- Yes, the bread will be baked. “That’s when you’ll eat it,” the mower finished his lesson.
The wolf thought, scratched the back of his head with his paw and said:
- No! 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, the horse is grazing there. 
The wolf came to the pasture. I saw a horse.
- Horse, horse! I will eat you.
“Well,” says the horse, “eat.” Just take the horseshoes off my feet first, so as not to break your teeth on them.
“And that’s true,” the wolf agreed.
He bent down to take off the horseshoes, and the horse hit him in the teeth with its hoof... The wolf somersaulted and ran.
A mower was mowing the meadow. I got tired and sat down under a bush to rest. He took out the bag, untied it and began to chew the bread.
A hungry wolf comes out of the forest. He sees a mower sitting under a bush and eating something. The wolf approached him and asked:
- What are you eating, man?
“Bread,” the mower answers.
- Is it tasty?
- And how delicious it is!
- Let me taste it.
- Well, try it.
The mower broke off a piece of bread and gave it to the wolf.
The wolf liked the bread. He says:
- I would like to 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, we need to plow the land...
- Then there will be bread?
- No, brother, wait. Then you need to harrow the ground...
- And can I eat bread? - The wolf waved his tail.
- What are you talking about, wait. First you need to sow rye...
- Then there will be bread? - the wolf licked his lips.
- Not yet. Wait until the rye sprouts, survives the cold winter, grows in the spring, then blooms, then begins to spike, then ripens...
“Oh,” the wolf sighed, “however, we have to wait for a long time!” But then I’ll eat plenty of bread!..
- Where can 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 heaps. The wind will blow them away, the sun will dry them, then take them to the current...
- And will I eat bread?
- Eh, so impatient! You must first thresh the sheaves, pour the grain into bags, take the bags to the mill and grind the flour...
- That's all?
- No, not all. You need to knead the flour in the bowl and wait for the dough to rise. Then place it in a hot oven.
- And will the bread be baked?
- Yes, the bread will be baked. “That’s when you’ll eat it,” the mower finished his lecture.
The wolf thought, scratched the back of his head with his paw and said:
- No! This work is painfully long and hard. Better advise me, man, how to get food easier.
“Well,” says the mower, “since you don’t want to eat heavy bread, eat light bread.” Go to the pasture, the horse is grazing there.
The wolf came to the pasture. I saw a horse.
- Horse, horse! I will eat you.
“Well,” says the horse, “eat.” Just take the horseshoes off my feet first, so as not to break your teeth on them.
“And that’s true,” the wolf agreed. He bent down to take off the horseshoes, and the horse hit him in the teeth with its hoof... The wolf somersaulted and ran.
He ran to the river. He sees geese grazing on the shore. “Should 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.
- Which one?
- Sing to us, and we will listen.
- It's possible. I am a master of singing.
The wolf sat down on a hummock, raised his head and began to howl. And the geese, flapping and flapping their wings, rose and flew.
The wolf got down from the hummock, looked after the geese and went away empty-handed.
He goes and scolds himself with the last words: “What a fool I am! Why did you agree to sing? Well, now I’ll eat whoever I meet!”
Just when he thought so, lo and behold, an old grandfather was walking along the road. The wolf ran up to him:
- Grandfather, grandfather, I will eat you!
- And why is it in such a hurry? - says Del. - Let's smell the tobacco first.
- Is it tasty?
- Try it and you'll find out.
- Let's.
The grandfather took a tobacco pouch out of his pocket, sniffed it himself and gave it to the wolf. As the wolf sniffed with all his might, he inhaled the entire pouch of tobacco. And then he started sneezing all over the forest... He can’t see anything because of his tears, he keeps sneezing. He sneezed like this for an hour until all the tobacco was sneezed out. I looked around, and there was no trace of my grandfather.
The wolf moved on. He walks, walks, and sees a flock of sheep grazing in a field, and the shepherd is sleeping. The wolf spotted the best ram in the herd, grabbed it and said:
- Ram, ram, I will 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, you better stand in that hollow over there and open your mouth, and I’ll run up the hill, accelerate and draw you into my mouth.
“Thanks for the advice,” says the wolf. - That's what we'll do.
He stood in the hollow, opened his mouth and waited. And the ram ran up the hill, sped up and hit the wolf on the head with its horns. So sparks fell from the gray one’s eyes, and the whole light began to spin in front of him!
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The wolf came to his senses, shook his head and reasoned with himself:
- Did I eat it or not?
Meanwhile, the mower has finished his work and goes home. He heard the wolf's words and said:
“I didn’t eat anything, but I did taste some light bread.”
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A man was mowing the grass in the meadow. He got tired and sat down 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 sitting in a bush and eating something.
A wolf approached him and asked:
- What are you eating?
“Bread,” the man answers.
- Is it tasty?
— Passion is so delicious!
- Let me try.
- Welcome!
The man broke off a piece of bread and gave it to the wolf.
The wolf liked the bread. He says:
- I would like to eat bread every day, but where can I get it? Please 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, we need to plow the land...
- Then there will be bread?
- No, brother, wait. then we need to harrow the land...
- And can I eat bread? — the wolf was delighted and waved his tail.
- Look how fast you are! First you need to sow rye...
- Will there be bread then? - the wolf licked his lips.
- Not yet! Wait until the rye sprouts, survives the cold winter, grows in the spring, then begins to spike, then the grain begins to fill, then ripens...
“Oh,” the wolf sighed, “it’s too long to wait!” Well, when the grain ripens, then will I eat plenty of bread?
- Where can you eat? - says the man. - It’s still early! First, ripe rye must be compressed, then tied into sheaves, and then the sheaves must be placed in the rump. The wind will blow them away, the sun will dry them, then take them to the current.
- And will I eat bread?
- How impatient! The first thing is to thresh the sheaves, collect the grain in bags, take the bags to the mill and grind the flour...
- No, not everything. You need to knead the dough from flour and wait for the dough to rise. Then put it in a hot oven.
— Will the bread be baked?
- Yeah, it’ll be baked. Then you’ll eat to your heart’s content,” the man finished.
The wolf thought, scratched the back of his head and said:
- No! This work is not for me - it’s long, troublesome, and difficult. You better advise how to get easy bread.
“Well,” says the man, “if you don’t want to eat difficult bread, eat light bread.” Go to the pasture, the horse is grazing there.
The wolf went to the pasture. I saw a horse:
- Horse, horse, I will eat you!
“Well,” says the horse, “eat.” Just first take the horseshoes off my feet so as not to break my teeth on them.
“And that’s true,” agreed the wolf.
He bent down to tear off the horseshoes, and the horse kicked him with its hoof!
The wolf somersaulted and let's go. He ran to the river. He sees geese grazing on the shore.
“Should I eat them?” - the wolf thinks. then he says:
- Geese, geese, I will eat you!
“Well,” the geese answer, “eat.” Just do us a favor first.
- Which one? - asks the wolf.
- Sing us a song and we will listen.
- It's possible! I am a master at singing songs. The wolf sat down on a hummock, raised his head and began to howl. And the geese - fluttering their wings - took off from their place and flew away.
The wolf got down from the hummock, looked after them and went on with nothing.
He goes and scolds himself: “Well, am I not a fool, huh? And why did I start singing to the geese! Well, now I’ll eat whoever I meet!”
Just when he thought so, he looked and saw an old grandfather wandering along the road. Wolf - to him;
- Grandfather, grandfather, I will eat you!
- What's the hurry? - says the grandfather. - Let's smell the tobacco first.
- Is it tasty?
- Try it, you’ll know.
- Let's!
The grandfather took the snuff box out of his pocket, sniffed it himself and gave it to the wolf.
The wolf sniffed with all his might and sniffed all the tobacco and inhaled. And then let’s sneeze all over the forest... He doesn’t see anything because of his tears, he keeps sneezing. More than an hour he sneezed while he rested. I looked around, and there was no trace of my grandfather.
He walked and walked and looked at the sheep grazing in the meadow and the shepherd sleeping.
The wolf spotted the largest lamb, grabbed it and said:
- Ram, ram, I will eat you!
“Well,” says the ram, “apparently this is my lot.” Stand in that hollow and open your mouth wider. And I’ll run up the hill, accelerate and jump into your mouth myself.
“Thank you for the advice,” said the wolf, “we’ll do that.”
He stood in the hollow, opened his mouth, and waited. And the ram ran up the hill, sped up and fucked the wolf with its horns! There were already sparks falling from his eyes...
The wolf came to his senses, shook his head and said:
“I don’t understand: did I eat it or not?” And at this time that same peasant was returning home from mowing.
He heard the wolf’s words and said:
“You didn’t eat it, but you tasted the light bread.”
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A mower was mowing the meadow. I got tired and sat down under a bush to rest. He took out the bag, untied it and began to chew the bread.
A hungry wolf comes out of the forest. He sees a mower sitting under a bush and eating something. The wolf approached him and asked:
What are you eating, man?
“Bread,” the mower answers.
Is it tasty?
And how delicious it is!
Give me a taste.
Well, try it.
The mower broke off a piece of bread and gave it to the wolf.
The wolf liked the bread. He says:
I would like to 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...
Then there will be bread?
No, brother, wait. Then you need to harrow the ground...
And can I eat bread? - The wolf waved his tail.
What are you saying, wait. First you need to sow rye...
Then there will be bread? - the wolf licked his lips.
Not yet. Wait until the rye sprouts, survives the cold winter, grows in the spring, then blooms, then begins to spike, then ripens...
“Oh,” the wolf sighed, “however, we have to wait for a long time!” But then I’ll eat plenty of bread!..
Where can 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 heaps. The wind will blow them away, the sun will dry them, then take them to the current...
And will I eat bread?
Eh, so impatient! You must first thresh the sheaves, pour the grain into bags, take the bags to the mill and grind the flour...
No, not all. You need to knead the flour in the bowl and wait for the dough to rise. Then place it in a hot oven.
And will the bread be baked?
Yes, the bread will be baked. “That’s when you’ll eat it,” the mower finished his lecture.
The wolf thought, scratched the back of his head with his paw and said:
No! 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, the horse is grazing there.
The wolf came to the pasture. I saw a horse.
Horse, horse! I will eat you.
Well, says the horse, eat. Just take the horseshoes off my feet first, so as not to break your teeth on them.
And that’s true,” the wolf agreed. He bent down to take off the horseshoes, and the horse hit him in the teeth with its hoof... The wolf somersaulted and ran.
He ran to the river. He sees geese grazing on the shore. “Should 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 down on a hummock, raised his head and began to howl. And the geese, flapping and flapping their wings, rose and flew.
The wolf got down from the hummock, looked after the geese and went away empty-handed.
He goes and scolds himself with the last words: “What a fool I am! Why did you agree to sing? Well, now I’ll eat whoever I meet!”
Just when he thought so, lo and behold, an old grandfather was walking along the road. The wolf ran up to him:
Grandfather, grandfather, I will eat you!
And why is it in such a hurry? - says Del. - Let's smell the tobacco first.
Is it tasty?
Try it - you'll find out.
The grandfather took a tobacco pouch out of his pocket, sniffed it himself and gave it to the wolf. As the wolf sniffed with all his might, he inhaled the entire pouch of tobacco. And then he started sneezing all over the forest... He can’t see anything because of his tears, he keeps sneezing. He sneezed like this for an hour until all the tobacco was sneezed out. I looked around, and there was no trace of my grandfather.
Ram, ram, I will 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, you better stand in that hollow over there and open your mouth, and I’ll run up the hill, accelerate and draw you into my mouth.
Thanks for the advice, says the wolf. - That's what we'll do.
He stood in the hollow, opened his mouth and waited. And the ram ran up the hill, sped up and hit the wolf on the head with its horns. So sparks fell from the gray one’s eyes, and the whole light began to spin in front of him!
The wolf came to his senses, shook his head and reasoned with himself:
Did I eat it or not?
Meanwhile, the mower has finished his work and goes home. He heard the wolf's words and said:
I didn’t eat anything, but I did taste some light bread. That's