The Wise Maiden - Russian folk tale - Russian fairy tales
Wise Maiden
Two brothers were traveling: one poor, the other eminent; both have a horse; the poor mare, the famous gelding. They stopped for the night nearby. The poor mare brought it at night
foal; the foal rolled under the rich man's cart. In the morning he wakes up the poor:
Get up, brother, my cart gave birth to a foal last night.
The brother stands up and says:
How is it possible for a cart to give birth to a foal! My mare brought this. Rich says:
If your mare had delivered, the foal would have been nearby!
They argued and went to the authorities: the eminent one gives the judges money, and the poor one justifies himself with words.
The matter reached the king himself. He ordered to call both brothers and asked them four riddles:
What is the strongest and fastest thing in the world, what is the fattest thing in the world, what is the softest thing and what is the cutest thing? - And he gave them a period of three days: - Come on the fourth, give an answer!
The rich man thought and thought, remembered his godfather and went to her to ask for advice. She sat him down at the table and began to treat him; and she asks:
Why are you so sad, kumanek?
Yes, the sovereign asked me four riddles, but gave me only three days.
What's happened? Tell me.
Here's what, godfather: the first riddle is - what is stronger and faster than anything in the world?
What a mystery! My husband has a brown mare;
no she's faster! If you hit him with a whip, he will catch up with the hare.
The second riddle: what is the fattest thing in the world?
Another year, the spotted hog feeds on us; He’s become so fat that he can’t even stand up!
The third riddle: what is the softest thing in the world?
A well-known thing is a down jacket, you couldn’t imagine a softer one!
The fourth riddle: what is the cutest thing in the world?
My dearest granddaughter is Ivanushka!
Thank you, godfather! I taught you wisdom, I won’t forget it forever.
And the poor brother burst into bitter tears and went home; his seven-year-old daughter meets him (the only family he had was his daughter).
What are you, father, sighing and shedding tears about?
How can I not sigh, how can I not shed tears? The king asked me four riddles that I would never be able to solve in my life.
Tell me, what are the riddles?
And here’s what, daughter: what’s strongest and fastest, what’s fattest, what’s softest, and what’s cutest?
Go, father, and tell the king: the wind is strongest and fastest; The fattest thing is the earth: no matter what grows, no matter what lives, the earth nourishes! The softest thing is a hand: no matter what a person lies on, he still puts his hand under his head, and nothing in the world is sweeter than sleep!
Both brothers came to the king: both the rich and the poor. The king listened to them and asked the poor man.
Did you get there yourself, or who taught you? The poor man answers:
Your Royal Majesty! I have a seven-year-old daughter, she taught me.
When your daughter is wise, here is a silk thread for her;
Let him weave a patterned towel for me by morning.
The man took the silk thread and came home sad and sad.
Our trouble! - says to his daughter - The king ordered a towel to be woven from this thread.
Don't worry, father! - answered the seven-year-old. She broke off a twig from a broom, gave it to her father and punished him:
Go to the king, tell him to find a craftsman who would make a bed out of this twig: there would be something to weave a towel on!
The man reported this to the king. The king gives him one and a half hundred eggs:
Give it, he says, to your daughter; let him hatch one hundred and fifty chickens for me by tomorrow.
The man returned home even sadder, even sadder:
Oh, daughter! If you dodge one trouble, another will come your way!
Don't worry, father! - answered the seven-year-old. She baked the eggs and hid them for lunch and dinner, and sent her father to the king:
Tell him that the chickens need one day's worth of millet for food: in one day the field would be plowed, the millet sown, harvested and threshed; Our chickens won’t even peck at any other millet!
The king listened and said:
When your daughter is wise, let her come to me herself the next morning - neither on foot, nor on horseback, neither naked, nor clothed, neither with a gift, nor without a gift.
“Well,” the man thinks, “my daughter won’t solve such a tricky problem; It’s time to completely disappear!”
Don't worry, father! - his seven-year-old daughter told him. -Go to the hunters and buy me a live hare and a live quail.
Her father went and bought her a hare and a quail.
The next morning, the seven-year-old girl took off all her clothes, put on a net, took a quail in her hands, sat astride a hare and rode to the palace
The king meets her at the gate. She bowed to the king:
Here's a gift for you, sir! - And gives him a quail.
The king extended his hand: the quail fluttered and flew away!
“Okay,” says the king, “I did as I ordered.” Tell me now: after all, your father is poor, so what do you feed on?
My father catches fish on the dry bank and doesn’t put the trap in the water, but I carry the fish halfway and cook the fish soup.
What are you, stupid! When does a fish live on a dry bank? Fish swims in water!
Are you smart? When have you seen a cart bring a foal? Not a cart, a mare will give birth!
The king decided to give the foal to the poor peasant, and took his daughter to himself; when the seven-year-old grew up, he married her, and she became a queen.
Russian folk tales
Two brothers were traveling: one poor, the other eminent; both have a horse; the poor mare, the famous gelding. They stopped for the night nearby. The poor mare brought it at night
foal; the foal rolled under the rich man's cart. In the morning he wakes up the poor:
Get up, brother, my cart gave birth to a foal last night.
The brother stands up and says:
How is it possible for a cart to give birth to a foal! My mare brought this. Rich says:
If your mare had delivered, the foal would have been nearby!
They argued and went to the authorities: the eminent one gives the judges money, and the poor one justifies himself with words.
The matter reached the king himself. He ordered to call both brothers and asked them four riddles:
What is the strongest and fastest thing in the world, what is the fattest thing in the world, what is the softest thing and what is the cutest thing? - And he gave them a period of three days: - Come on the fourth, give an answer!
The rich man thought and thought, remembered his godfather and went to her to ask for advice. She sat him down at the table and began to treat him; and she asks:
Why are you so sad, kumanek?
Yes, the sovereign asked me four riddles, but gave me only three days.
What's happened? Tell me.
Here's what, godfather: the first riddle is - what is stronger and faster than anything in the world?
What a mystery! My husband has a brown mare;
no she's faster! If you hit him with a whip, he will catch up with the hare.
The second riddle: what is the fattest thing in the world?
Another year, the spotted hog feeds on us; He’s become so fat that he can’t even stand up!
The third riddle: what is the softest thing in the world?
A well-known thing is a down jacket, you couldn’t imagine a softer one!
The fourth riddle: what is the cutest thing in the world?
My dearest granddaughter is Ivanushka!
Thank you, godfather! I taught you wisdom, I won’t forget it forever.
And the poor brother burst into bitter tears and went home; his seven-year-old daughter meets him (the only family he had was his daughter).
What are you, father, sighing and shedding tears about?
How can I not sigh, how can I not shed tears? The king asked me four riddles that I would never be able to solve in my life.
Tell me, what are the riddles?
And here’s what, daughter: what’s strongest and fastest, what’s fattest, what’s softest, and what’s cutest?
Go, father, and tell the king: the wind is strongest and fastest; The fattest thing is the earth: no matter what grows, no matter what lives, the earth nourishes! The softest thing is a hand: no matter what a person lies on, he still puts his hand under his head, and nothing in the world is sweeter than sleep!
Both brothers came to the king: both the rich and the poor. The king listened to them and asked the poor man.
Did you get there yourself, or who taught you? The poor man answers:
Your Royal Majesty! I have a seven-year-old daughter, she taught me.
When your daughter is wise, here is a silk thread for her;
Let him weave a patterned towel for me by morning.
The man took the silk thread and came home sad and sad.
Our trouble! - says to his daughter - The king ordered a towel to be woven from this thread.
Don't worry, father! - answered the seven-year-old. She broke off a twig from a broom, gave it to her father and punished him:
Go to the king, tell him to find a craftsman who would make a bed out of this twig: there would be something to weave a towel on!
The man reported this to the king. The king gives him one and a half hundred eggs:
Give it, he says, to your daughter; let him hatch one hundred and fifty chickens for me by tomorrow.
The man returned home even sadder, even sadder:
Oh, daughter! If you dodge one trouble, another will come your way!
Don't worry, father! - answered the seven-year-old. She baked the eggs and hid them for lunch and dinner, and sent her father to the king:
Tell him that the chickens need one day's worth of millet for food: in one day the field would be plowed, the millet sown, harvested and threshed; Our chickens won’t even peck at any other millet!
The king listened and said:
When your daughter is wise, let her come to me herself the next morning - neither on foot, nor on horseback, neither naked, nor clothed, neither with a gift, nor without a gift.
“Well,” the man thinks, “my daughter won’t solve such a tricky problem; It’s time to completely disappear!”
Don't worry, father! - his seven-year-old daughter told him. -Go to the hunters and buy me a live hare and a live quail.
Her father went and bought her a hare and a quail.
The next morning, the seven-year-old girl took off all her clothes, put on a net, took a quail in her hands, sat astride a hare and rode to the palace
The king meets her at the gate. She bowed to the king:
Here's a gift for you, sir! - And gives him a quail.
The king extended his hand: the quail fluttered and flew away!
“Okay,” says the king, “I did as I ordered.” Tell me now: after all, your father is poor, so what do you feed on?
My father catches fish on the dry bank and doesn’t put the trap in the water, but I carry the fish halfway and cook the fish soup.
What are you, stupid! When does a fish live on a dry bank? Fish swims in water!
Are you smart? When have you seen a cart bring a foal? Not a cart, a mare will give birth!
The king decided to give the foal to the poor peasant, and took his daughter to himself; when the seven-year-old grew up, he married her, and she became a queen.
Two brothers were traveling: one poor, the other eminent; both have a horse; the poor mare, the famous gelding. They stopped for the night nearby. The poor mare brought it at night
Foal; the foal rolled under the rich man's cart. In the morning he wakes up the poor:
“Get up, brother, my cart gave birth to a foal last night.”
The brother stands up and says:
- How is it possible for a cart to give birth to a foal! My mare brought this. Rich says:
- If your mare had brought it, the foal would have been nearby!
They argued and went to the authorities: the eminent one gives the judges money, and the poor one justifies himself with words.
The matter reached the king himself. He ordered to call both brothers and asked them four riddles:
- What is the strongest and fastest in the world, what is the fattest in the world, what is the softest and what is the cutest? - And he gave them a period of three days: - Come on the fourth, give an answer!
The rich man thought and thought, remembered his godfather and went to her to ask for advice. She sat him down at the table and began to treat him; and she asks:
- Why are you so sad, kumanek?
- Yes, the sovereign asked me four riddles, but the deadline is only three
I put in a day.
- What's happened? Tell me.
- Here’s what, godfather: the first riddle is what is stronger and faster than anything in the world?
- What a mystery! My husband has a brown mare;
No she's faster! If you hit him with a whip, he will catch up with the hare.
– The second riddle: what is the fattest thing in the world?
– Another year we have the speckled hog feeding; He’s become so fat that he can’t even stand up!
– The third riddle: what is softer than anything in the world?
– A well-known thing is a down jacket, you can’t imagine anything softer!
– The fourth riddle: what is the cutest thing in the world?
“Ivanushka’s granddaughter is the cutest of all!”
- Thank you, godfather! I taught you wisdom, I won’t forget it forever.
And the poor brother burst into bitter tears and went home; his seven-year-old daughter meets him (the only family he had was his daughter).
-What are you sighing and shedding tears about, father?
- How can I not sigh, how can I not shed tears? The king asked me four riddles that I would never be able to solve in my life.
- Tell me, what riddles?
“And here’s what, daughter: what is the strongest and fastest in the world, what is the fattest, what is the softest and what is the cutest?”
- Go, father, and tell the king: the wind is strongest and fastest; The fattest thing is the earth: no matter what grows, no matter what lives, the earth feeds! The softest thing is a hand: no matter what a person lies on, he still puts his hand under his head, and nothing in the world is sweeter than sleep!
Both brothers came to the king: both the rich and the poor. The king listened to them and asked the poor man.
– Did you get there yourself, or who taught you? The poor man answers:
- Your Royal Majesty! I have a seven-year-old daughter, she taught me.
- When your daughter is wise, here is a silk thread for her;
Let him weave a patterned towel for me by morning.
The man took the silk thread and came home sad and sad.
- Our trouble! - he says to his daughter - the king ordered a towel to be woven from this thread.
- Don't worry, father! - answered the seven-year-old. She broke off a twig from a broom, gave it to her father and punished him:
- Go to the king, tell him to find a craftsman who would make a bed out of this twig: there would be something to weave a towel on!
The man reported this to the king. The king gives him one and a half hundred eggs:
“Give it,” he says, “to your daughter; let him hatch one hundred and fifty chickens for me by tomorrow.
The man returned home even sadder, even sadder:
- Oh, daughter! If you dodge one trouble, another will come your way!
- Don't worry, father! - answered the seven-year-old. She baked the eggs and hid them for lunch and dinner, and sent her father to the king:
- Tell him that the chickens need one-day millet for food: in one day the field would be plowed, the millet sown, harvested and threshed; Our chickens won’t even peck at any other millet!
The king listened and said:
“When your daughter is wise, let her come to me on her own in the morning - neither on foot, nor on horseback, neither naked, nor clothed, neither with a gift, nor without a gift.”
“Well,” the man thinks, “my daughter won’t solve such a tricky problem; It’s time to completely disappear!”
- Don't worry, father! - his seven-year-old daughter told him. - Go to the hunters and buy me a live hare and a live quail.
Her father went and bought her a hare and a quail.
The next morning, the seven-year-old girl took off all her clothes, put on a net, took a quail in her hands, sat astride a hare and rode to the palace
The king meets her at the gate. She bowed to the king:
- Here's a gift for you, sir! - And gives him a quail.
The king extended his hand: the quail fluttered and flew away!
“Okay,” says the king, “I did as I ordered.” Tell me now: after all, your father is poor, so what do you feed on?
“My father catches fish on the dry shore and doesn’t put the trap in the water, but I carry the fish halfway and cook the fish soup.”
- What are you, stupid! When does a fish live on a dry bank? Fish swims in water!
-Are you smart? When have you seen a cart bring a foal? Not a cart, a mare will give birth!
The king decided to give the foal to the poor peasant, and took his daughter to himself; when the seven-year-old grew up, he married her, and she became a queen.
Wise Maiden
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Two brothers were traveling: one poor, the other eminent; both have a horse; the poor mare, the famous gelding. They stopped for the night nearby. The poor man's mare gave birth to a foal at night; the foal rolled under the rich man's cart. In the morning he wakes up the poor:
- Get up, brother, my cart gave birth to a foal at night.
The brother stands up and says:
- How is it possible for a cart to give birth to a foal! My mare brought this. Rich says:
- If your mare brought it, the foal would be nearby!
They argued and went to the authorities: the eminent one gives the judges money, and the poor one justifies himself with words.
The matter reached the king himself. He ordered to call both brothers and asked them four riddles:
- What in the world is stronger and faster, what is fattest in the world, what is softest and what is cutest? - And put it to them
three days: - Come on the fourth, give me the answer!
The rich man thought and thought, remembered his godfather and went to her to ask for advice. She sat him down at the table and began to treat him; and she asks:
- Why are you so sad, kumanek?
- Yes, the sovereign asked me four riddles, but gave me only three days.
- What's happened? Tell me.
- Here’s what, godfather: the first riddle is what is stronger and faster than anything in the world?
- What a mystery! My husband has a brown mare;
no she's faster! If you hit him with a whip, he will catch up with the hare.
- The second riddle: what is the fattest thing in the world?
- Another year we have a speckled hog feeding; He’s become so fat that he can’t even stand up!
- The third riddle: what is softer than anything in the world?
- It’s a well-known thing - a down jacket, you can’t imagine anything softer!
- The fourth riddle: what is the cutest thing in the world?
- My dearest granddaughter is Ivanushka!
- Thank you, godfather! I taught you wisdom, I won’t forget it forever.
And the poor brother burst into bitter tears and went home; his seven-year-old daughter meets him (the only family he had was his daughter).
- What are you sighing and shedding tears about, father?
- How can I not sigh, how can I not shed tears? The king asked me four riddles that I would never be able to solve in my life.
- Tell me, what riddles?
- And here they are, daughter: what is the strongest and fastest in the world, what is the fattest, what is the softest and what is the sweetest?
- Go, father, and tell the king: the wind is strongest and fastest; The fattest thing is the earth: no matter what grows, no matter what lives, the earth nourishes! The softest thing is a hand: no matter what a person lies on, he still puts his hand under his head, and nothing in the world is sweeter than sleep!
Both brothers came to the king: both the rich and the poor. The king listened to them and asked the poor man.
- Did you get there yourself, or who taught you? The poor man answers:
- Your Royal Majesty! tales..
- When your daughter is wise, here is a silk thread for her;
Let him weave a patterned towel for me by morning.
The man took the silk thread and came home sad and sad.
- Our trouble! - says to his daughter - The king ordered a towel to be woven from this thread.
- Don't worry, father! - answered the seven-year-old. She broke off a twig from a broom, gave it to her father and punished him:
- Go to the king, tell him to find a craftsman who would make beds out of this twig: there would be something to weave a towel on!
The man reported this to the king. The king gives him one and a half hundred eggs:
“Give it,” he says, “to your daughter; let him hatch one hundred and fifty chickens for me by tomorrow.
The man returned home even sadder, even sadder:
- Oh, daughter! If you dodge one trouble, another will come your way!
- Don't worry, father! - answered the seven-year-old. She baked the eggs and hid them for lunch and dinner, and sent her father to the king:
- Tell him that the chickens need one-day millet for feed: in one day the field would be plowed, the millet sown, harvested and threshed; Our chickens won’t even peck at any other millet!
The king listened and said:
“When your daughter is wise, let her come to me herself the next morning - neither on foot, nor on a horse, neither naked, nor clothed, neither with a gift, nor without a gift.”
“Well,” the man thinks, “my daughter won’t solve such a tricky problem; It’s time to completely disappear!”
- Don't worry, father! - his seven-year-old daughter told him. -Go to the hunters and buy me a live hare and a live quail.
Her father went and bought her a hare and a quail.
The next morning, the seven-year-old girl took off all her clothes, put on a net, took a quail in her hands, sat astride a hare and rode to the palace
The king meets her at the gate. She bowed to the king:
- Here's a gift for you, sir! - And gives him a quail.
The king extended his hand: the quail fluttered and flew away!
“Okay,” says the king, “I did as I ordered.” Tell me now: after all, your father is poor, so what do you feed on?
“My father catches fish on the dry shore and doesn’t put the trap in the water, but I carry the fish halfway and cook the fish soup.”
- What are you, stupid! When does a fish live on a dry bank? Fish swims in water!
-Are you smart? When have you seen a cart bring a foal? Not a cart, a mare will give birth!
The king decided to give the foal to the poor peasant, and took his daughter to himself; when the seven-year-old grew up, he married her, and she became a queen.
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Two brothers were traveling: one poor, the other eminent; both have a horse; the poor mare, the famous gelding. They stopped for the night nearby. The poor mare brought it at nightfoal; the foal rolled under the rich man's cart. In the morning he wakes up the poor:
- Get up, brother, my cart gave birth to a foal at night.
The brother stands up and says:
- How is it possible for a cart to give birth to a foal! My mare brought this. Rich says:
- If your mare brought it, the foal would be nearby!
They argued and went to the authorities: the eminent one gives the judges money, and the poor one justifies himself with words.
The matter reached the king himself. He ordered to call both brothers and asked them four riddles:
- What in the world is stronger and faster, what is fattest in the world, what is softest and what is cutest? - And he gave them a period of three days: - Come on the fourth, give an answer!
The rich man thought and thought, remembered his godfather and went to her to ask for advice. She sat him down at the table and began to treat him; and she asks:
- Why are you so sad, kumanek?
- Yes, the sovereign asked me four riddles, but gave me only three days.
- What's happened? Tell me.
- Here’s what, godfather: the first riddle is what is stronger and faster than anything in the world?
- What a mystery! My husband has a brown mare;
no she's faster! If you hit him with a whip, he will catch up with the hare.
- The second riddle: what is the fattest thing in the world?
- Another year we have a speckled hog feeding; He’s become so fat that he can’t even stand up!
- The third riddle: what is softer than anything in the world?
- A well-known thing is a down jacket, you can’t imagine anything softer!
- The fourth riddle: what is the cutest thing in the world?
- My dearest granddaughter is Ivanushka!
- Thank you, godfather! I taught you wisdom, I won’t forget it forever.
And the poor brother burst into bitter tears and went home; his seven-year-old daughter meets him (the only family he had was his daughter).
- What are you sighing and shedding tears about, father?
- How can I not sigh, how can I not shed tears? The king asked me four riddles that I would never be able to solve in my life.
- Tell me, what riddles?
- And here they are, daughter: what is the strongest and fastest in the world, what is the fattest, what is the softest and what is the sweetest?
- Go, father, and tell the king: the wind is strongest and fastest; The fattest thing is the earth: no matter what grows, no matter what lives, the earth nourishes! The softest thing is a hand: no matter what a person lies on, he still puts his hand under his head, and nothing in the world is sweeter than sleep!
Both brothers came to the king: both the rich and the poor. The king listened to them and asked the poor man.
- Did you get there yourself, or who taught you? The poor man answers:
- Your Royal Majesty! I have a seven-year-old daughter, she taught me.
- When your daughter is wise, here is a silk thread for her;
Let him weave a patterned towel for me by morning.
The man took the silk thread and came home sad and sad.
- Our trouble! - says to his daughter - The king ordered a towel to be woven from this thread.
- Don't worry, father! - answered the seven-year-old. She broke off a twig from a broom, gave it to her father and punished him:
- Go to the king, tell him to find a craftsman who would make beds out of this twig: there would be something to weave a towel on!
The man reported this to the king. The king gives him one and a half hundred eggs:
“Give it,” he says, “to your daughter; let him hatch one hundred and fifty chickens for me by tomorrow.
The man returned home even sadder, even sadder:
- Oh, daughter! If you dodge one trouble, another will come your way!
- Don't worry, father! - answered the seven-year-old. She baked the eggs and hid them for lunch and dinner, and sent her father to the king:
- Tell him that the chickens need one-day millet for feed: in one day the field would be plowed, the millet sown, harvested and threshed; Our chickens won’t even peck at any other millet!
The king listened and said:
“When your daughter is wise, let her come to me herself the next morning - neither on foot, nor on a horse, neither naked, nor clothed, neither with a gift, nor without a gift.”
“Well,” the man thinks, “even my daughter won’t solve such a tricky problem; it’s time to completely disappear!”
- Don't worry, father! - his seven-year-old daughter told him. -Go to the hunters and buy me a live hare and a live quail.
Her father went and bought her a hare and a quail.
The next day, in the morning, the seven-year-old girl took off all her clothes, put on a net, took a quail in her hands, sat astride a hare and rode to the palace
The king meets her at the gate. She bowed to the king:
- Here's a gift for you, sir! - And gives him a quail.
The king extended his hand: the quail fluttered and flew away!
“Okay,” says the king, “I did as I ordered.” Tell me now: after all, your father is poor, so what do you feed on?
“My father catches fish on the dry shore and doesn’t put the trap in the water, but I carry the fish halfway and cook the fish soup.”
- What are you, stupid! When does a fish live on a dry bank? Fish swims in water!
-Are you smart? When have you seen a cart bring a foal? Not a cart, a mare will give birth!
The king decided to give the foal to the poor peasant, and took his daughter to himself; when the seven-year-old grew up, he married her, and she became a queen.
Russian folk tales
