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Tereshechka what is this fairy tale about? It’s magical. Russian folk tale

The old man and the old woman had no children. They lived a century, but did not have children. So they made a little block, wrapped it in a swaddle, and began to rock and cradle it:

Sleep, go to sleep, child Tereshechka, -

All the swallows are sleeping

And the killer whales are sleeping,

And the martens sleep

And the foxes are sleeping,

To our Tereshechka

They tell me to sleep!

They rocked him like that, rocked him and rocked him to sleep, and instead of a block, his son Tereshechka began to grow - a real berry.

The boy grew and grew up and came to his senses. The old man made him a shuttle, painted it white, and the merry people painted it red.

Tereshechka got into the shuttle and said:

Shuttle, shuttle, sail far away,

Shuttle, shuttle, sail away.

The shuttle sailed far, far away. Tereshechka began to catch fish, and his mother began to bring him milk and cottage cheese.

He will come to the shore and call:

Tereshechka, my son,

I brought you something to eat and drink.

The witch found out about it. She came to the shore and called in a terrible voice:

Tereshechka, my son,

Swim, swim to the shore,

I brought you something to eat and drink.

Tereshechka recognized that it was not his mother’s voice and said:

Shuttle, shuttle, sailing far away,

It’s not my mother calling me.

Then the witch ran to the forge and ordered the blacksmith to reforge her throat so that her voice would become like Tereshechka’s mother.

The blacksmith reforged her throat. The witch again came to the bank and sang in a voice exactly like her mother’s:

Tereshechka, my son,

Swim, swim to the shore,

I brought you something to eat and drink.

Tereshechka identified himself and swam to the shore. The witch grabbed him, put him in a bag and ran. She brought it to the hut on chicken legs and told her daughter Alenka to turn on the stove hotter and fry Tereshechka.

And she herself again went to get some money. Here Alenka has heated the stove hot and hot and says to Tereshechka:

Lie down on the shovel. He sat down on a shovel, spread out his arms and legs, and couldn’t fit into the oven. And she told him:

I didn't lie down like that.

Yes, I don’t know how - show me how...

And as cats sleep, as dogs sleep, so you lie down.

And you lie down yourself and teach me. Alenka sat down on the shovel, and Tereshechka pushed her into the stove and closed the damper. And he himself left the hut and climbed a tall oak tree.

The witch came running, opened the stove, pulled out her daughter Alenka, ate her, gnawed the bones.

Then she went out into the yard and began to roll and roll on the grass.

Rolls and rolls around and says:

And Tereshechka answers her from the oak tree:

And the witch:

Is it the leaves that are making noise?

And herself again:

I'll ride, I'll lie around, having eaten Tereshechka's meat!

And Tereshechka is all hers:

Ride and lie around, having eaten Alenka’s meat!

The witch looked and saw him on a tall oak tree. She rushed to gnaw the oak. She gnawed and gnawed, broke two front teeth and ran to the forge:

Blacksmith, blacksmith! Forge me two iron teeth. The blacksmith forged two teeth for her.

The witch returned and began to gnaw the oak tree again. She chewed and chewed and broke two lower teeth. She ran to the blacksmith:

Blacksmith, blacksmith! Forge me two more iron teeth.

The blacksmith forged two more teeth for her. The witch returned and began gnawing the oak tree again. He gnaws - only splinters fly. And the oak is already cracking and staggering.

What to do here? Tereshechka sees geese and swans flying.

He asks them:

My geese, my swans!

Take me on your wings

Take it to your father, to your mother!

And the geese-swans answer:

Ha-ha, they are still flying after us - they are hungrier than us, they will take you.

And the witch will gnaw and gnaw, look at Tereshechka, lick her lips - and again get to work...

Another herd is flying. Tereshechka asks:

My geese, my swans!

Take me on your wings

Take it to your father, to your mother!

And the geese-swans answer: “Ah-ha, a pinched gosling is flying after us, he will pick you up and carry you.”

And the witch already has little left. An oak tree is about to fall.

A pinched gosling is flying. Tereshechka asks him:

You are my goose-swan! Take me, put me on your wings, take me to my father, to my mother.

The pinched gosling took pity, put Tereshechka on his wings, perked up and flew, carrying him home.

They flew to the hut and sat down on the grass. And the old woman baked pancakes to remember Tereshechka and said:

This is for you, old man, damn it, and this is for me, damn it. And Tereshechka’s voice under the window:

Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. They had three daughters. Two are dressy girls, entertainers, and the third is a silent, modest woman. The older daughters have colorful sundresses, chiseled heels, and gilded beads. And Mashenka has a dark sundress and bright eyes. All Masha’s beauty is a light brown braid that falls to the ground and touches the flowers.

Tereshechka

Life was bad for the old man and the old woman! They lived a century, but did not have children; from a young age they were still getting by this way and that; They are both old, there is no one to give them a drink, and they grieve and cry. So they made a block, wrapped it in a swaddle, put it in a cradle, began to rock it and cradle it - and instead of a block, son Tereshechka, a real berry, began to grow in diapers!

The boy grew and grew up and came to his senses. His father made him a shuttle. Tereshechka went fishing; and his mother began to bring him milk and cottage cheese. It used to come to the shore and call:

One day his mother told him:

Son, darling! Be careful, the witch Chewi-liha is watching over you; Don't fall into her clutches.

She said and went. And Chuvilikha came to the bank and called in a terrible voice:

Tereshechka, my son! Swim, swim to the shore; I, mother, came and brought milk.

And Tereshechka recognized it and said:

Chuvilikha heard, ran, found the document and got herself a voice, like Tereshechka’s mother.

Tereshechka, my son, swim, swim to the shore. Tereshechka heard and said:

Closer, closer, my little shuttle! This is my mother's voice.

His mother fed him, gave him something to drink, and let him go after the fish again.

The witch Chuvilikha came and sang in a learned voice, just like her dear mother. Tereshechka identified himself and drove up; she grabbed him in a bag and rushed off.

She rushed into the hut on chicken legs and told her daughter to fry him; and she herself, raising her hats, went again to get some extra money.

Tereshechka was no fool, he didn’t take offense to the girl, he put her in the oven to roast in his place, and he himself climbed a tall oak tree.

Chuvilikha came running, jumped into the hut, got drunk and ate, went out into the yard, rolled around and said:

I'll ride, I'll lie around, having eaten Tereshechka's meat! And he shouts to her from the oak tree:

Ride, lie around, witch, after eating your daughter’s meat! She heard, raised her head, spread her eyes in all directions - there was no one! She dragged it out again:

I'll ride, I'll lie around, having eaten Tereshechka's meat! And he answers:

Ride, lie around, witch, after eating your daughter’s meat! She got scared, looked and saw him on a tall oak tree. She jumped up and rushed to the blacksmith:

Blacksmith, blacksmith! Forge me an axe. The blacksmith forged an ax and said:

Don’t cut with the edge, but cut with the butt.

She obeyed, knocked and knocked, chopped and chopped, did nothing. She fell to a tree, sank her teeth into it, and the tree began to crack.

Geese-swans fly across the sky; Tereshechka sees trouble, sees geese-swans, prayed to them, began to beg them:

Geese-swans, take me, put me on your wings, bring me to my father, to my mother; there you will be fed and watered. And the geese-swans answer:

Ka-ha! There is another herd flying, hungrier than us, it will take you and carry you.

And the witch gnaws, only chips fly, and the oak tree cracks and staggers. Another herd is flying. Tereshechka shouts again:

Geese-swans! Take me, put me on wings, carry me to my father, to my mother; they will feed and drink you there!

Ka-ha! - the geese answer. - A pinched gosling is flying behind us, it will take you and carry you.

The gosling does not fly, and the tree cracks and staggers. The witch will gnaw and gnaw, look at Tereshechka - lick her lips and get down to business again; It's about to fall on her!

Fortunately, a pinched gosling flies, flaps its wings, and Tereshechka asks him, pleases him:

You are my goose-swan, take me, put me on your wings, bring me to my father, to my mother; there they will feed you, give you something to drink and wash you with clean water.

The pinched gosling took pity, offered his wings to Tereshechka, perked up and flew with him.

We flew up to our dear father’s window and sat down on the grass. And the old woman baked pancakes, called the guests, remembered Tereshechka and said:

This is for you, guest, this is for you, old man, and this is a pancake for me! And Tereshechka under the window responds:

Look, old man, who's asking for a pancake over there?

The old man came out, saw Tereshechka, grabbed him, brought him to his mother - a hug began!

And the pinched goose was fattened, watered, and released into the wild, and from then on it began to flap its wings widely, fly ahead of everyone and remember Tereshechka.

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Tereshechka - Russian folk tale processed by A.N. Tolstoy

Tereshechka - Russian folk tale adapted by Afanasyev A.N.