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In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived an old man, he had three sons: two smart, the third fool. The old man died. The sons divided the estate by lot. The smart got a lot of good things, but the fool got one bull - and that one is thin! The fair has arrived. Clever brothers are going to bargain.
The fool saw and said:
- And I, brothers, will lead my bull to sell.
He hooked the bull with a rope by the horns and led him into the city. He happened to walk through the forest, and in the forest stood an old, dry birch; the wind will blow - and the birch will creak.
“Why does the birch creak? the fool thinks. “Is my bull already trading?”
“Well,” he says, “if you want to buy, then buy; I don't mind selling! The bull costs twenty rubles; You can't take less... Take out the money!
Birch does not answer him, only creaks, and it seems to the fool that she is asking for a bull in debt.
- I'll wait until tomorrow! He tied the bull to a birch, said goodbye to her and went home.
So smart brothers came and began to ask:
- Well, fool, sold the bull?
- Sold.
- Is it expensive?
- For twenty rubles.
– Where is the money?
- Haven't received any money yet. said to come tomorrow.
- Oh, simplicity!
The next day the fool got up in the morning, equipped himself and went to the birch for money.
He comes to the forest - there is a birch tree, it sways from the wind, but there is no bull: at night the wolves ate it.
- Well, fellow countryman, give me the money, you yourself promised that you would pay today.
The wind blew, the birch creaked, and the fool says:
“Look, you are unfaithful!” Yesterday he said: “Tomorrow I will give it back” - and now you promise the same. So be it, I'll wait another day, and I won't do it anymore - I myself need the money.
Returned home. The brothers again pester him:
What, did you get the money?
- No, brothers! I had to wait for more money.
Who did you sell to?
- Dry birch in the forest.
- What a fool!
On the third day, the fool took an ax and went into the forest. Comes and asks for money. The birch creaks and creaks.
- No, countryman! If you treat everything to breakfast, you will never get it from you. I don’t like joking, I’ll quickly deal with you.
As soon as it was enough with an ax, the chips fell in all directions.
There was a hollow in that birch... and in that hollow the robbers hid a full cauldron of gold. The tree split in two, and the fool saw pure gold; scooped up a whole floor and dragged it home. Brought and shows the brothers.
“Where did you get so much, you fool?”
- Countryman gave for a bull; yes, everything is not yet complete here; tea, and didn't bring half home. Let's go, brothers, take the rest.
We went into the forest, took the money and carried it home.
The fairy tale is over, but I'm dying of honey.
A Russian folk tale about how a fool sold his bull to a birch tree, the brothers laughed at him, and the fool, wow, how lucky he brought a lot of money in two days, the birch paid him off. You don’t believe that a birch bought a bull from a fool, so read a short fairy tale from beginning to end and you will find out the whole truth how it happened that the Fool sold a bull to a birch.
"The Fool and the Birch" Russian folk tale
In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived an old man, he had three sons: two smart, the third fool. The old man died. The sons divided the estate by lot. The smart got a lot of good things, and the fool got one bull - and that one is thin! The fair has arrived. Clever brothers are going to bargain.
The fool saw and said:
And I, brothers, will lead my bull to sell.
He hooked the bull with a rope by the horns and led him into the city. He happened to walk through the forest, and in the forest stood an old, dry birch; the wind will blow - and the birch will creak.
“Why does the birch creak? the fool thinks. “Is my bull trading?”
Well, - he says, - if you want to buy, - so buy; I don't mind selling! A bull costs twenty rubles; You can't take less... Take out the money!
Birch does not answer him, only creaks, and it seems to the fool that she is asking for a bull in debt.
Please, I'll wait until tomorrow! He tied the bull to a birch, said goodbye to her and went home.
So smart brothers came and began to ask:
Well, fool, sold the bull?
For expensive?
For twenty rubles.
Where is the money?
Haven't received any money yet. said to come tomorrow.
Oh, simplicity!
The next day the fool got up in the morning, equipped himself and went to the birch for money.
He comes to the forest - there is a birch tree, it sways from the wind, but there is no bull: at night the wolves ate it.
Well, fellow countryman, give me the money, you yourself promised that you would pay today.
The wind blew, the birch creaked, and the fool says:
Look how unfaithful you are! Yesterday he said: “Tomorrow I will give it back” - and now you promise the same. So be it, I'll wait another day, and I won't do it anymore - I myself need the money.
Returned home. The brothers again pester him:
What, got money?
No, brothers! I had to wait for more money.
Who did you sell to?
Dry birch in the forest.
What a fool!
On the third day, the fool took an ax and went into the forest. Comes and asks for money. The birch creaks and creaks.
No, countryman! If you treat everything to breakfast, you will never get it from you. I don’t like joking, I’ll quickly deal with you.
As soon as it was enough with an ax, the chips fell in all directions.
There was a hollow in that birch... and in that hollow the robbers hid a cauldron full of gold. The tree split in two, and the fool saw pure gold; scooped up a whole floor and dragged it home. Brought and shows the brothers.
Where the hell did you get so much?
Countryman gave for a bull; yes, everything is not yet complete here; tea, and didn't bring half home. Let's go, brothers, take the rest.
We went into the forest, took the money and carried it home.
Fairy tale - the end, and I honey crust.
In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived an old man, he had three sons: two smart, the third fool. The old man died. The sons divided the estate by lot. The smart got a lot of good things, and the fool got one bull - and that one is thin! The fair has arrived. Clever brothers are going to bargain.
The fool saw and said:
And I, brothers, will lead my bull to sell.
He hooked the bull with a rope by the horns and led him into the city. He happened to walk through the forest, and in the forest stood an old, dry birch; the wind will blow - and the birch will creak.
“Why does the birch creak? the fool thinks. “Is my bull trading?”
Well, - he says, - if you want to buy, - so buy; I don't mind selling! A bull costs twenty rubles; You can't take less... Take out the money!
Birch does not answer him, only creaks, and it seems to the fool that she is asking for a bull in debt.
Please, I'll wait until tomorrow! He tied the bull to a birch, said goodbye to her and went home.
So smart brothers came and began to ask:
Well, fool, sold the bull?
For expensive?
For twenty rubles.
Where is the money?
Haven't received any money yet. said to come tomorrow.
Oh, simplicity!
The next day the fool got up in the morning, equipped himself and went to the birch for money.
He comes to the forest - there is a birch tree, it sways from the wind, but there is no bull: at night the wolves ate it.
Well, fellow countryman, give me the money, you yourself promised that you would pay today.
The wind blew, the birch creaked, and the fool says:
Look how unfaithful you are! Yesterday he said: “Tomorrow I will give it back” - and now you promise the same. So be it, I'll wait another day, and I won't do it anymore - I myself need the money.
Returned home. The brothers again pester him:
What, got money?
No, brothers! I had to wait for more money.
Who did you sell to?
Dry birch in the forest.
What a fool!
On the third day, the fool took an ax and went into the forest. Comes and asks for money. The birch creaks and creaks.
No, countryman! If you treat everything to breakfast, you will never get it from you. I don’t like joking, I’ll quickly deal with you.
As soon as it was enough with an ax, the chips fell in all directions.
There was a hollow in that birch... and in that hollow the robbers hid a cauldron full of gold. The tree split in two, and the fool saw pure gold; scooped up a whole floor and dragged it home. Brought and shows the brothers.
Where the hell did you get so much?
Countryman gave for a bull; yes, everything is not yet complete here; tea, and didn't bring half home. Let's go, brothers, take the rest.
We went into the forest, took the money and carried it home.
Fairy tale - the end, and I honey crust.
In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived an old man, he had three sons: two smart, the third fool. The old man died. The sons divided the estate by lot. The smart ones got a lot of good things, but the fool got one bull - and that one is thin! The fair has arrived. Clever brothers are going to bargain.
The fool saw and said:
“And I, brothers, will lead my bull to sell.
He hooked the bull with a rope by the horns and led him into the city. He happened to walk through the forest, and in the forest stood an old, dry birch; the wind will blow - and the birch will creak.
“Why does the birch creak? the fool thinks. “Is my bull trading?”
“Well,” he says, “if you want to buy, then buy; I don't mind selling! A bull costs twenty rubles; You can't take less... Take out the money!
Birch does not answer him, only creaks, and it seems to the fool that she is asking for a bull in debt.
- I'll wait until tomorrow! He tied the bull to a birch, said goodbye to her and went home.
So smart brothers came and began to ask:
- Well, you fool, sold the bull?
— Sold.
- Is it expensive?
- For twenty rubles.
— Where is the money?
- Haven't received any money yet. said to come tomorrow.
- Oh, simplicity!
The next day the fool got up in the morning, equipped himself and went to the birch for money.
He comes to the forest - there is a birch tree, swaying from the wind, but there is no bull: at night the wolves ate it.
- Well, fellow countryman, give me the money, you yourself promised that you would pay today.
The wind blew, the birch creaked, and the fool says:
"Look, you're unfaithful!" Yesterday he said: “Tomorrow I will give it back” - and now you promise the same. So be it, I'll wait one more day, and I won't be any more - I myself need the money.
Returned home. The brothers again pester him:
- What, got the money?
— No, brothers! I had to wait for more money.
Who did you sell to?
- Dry birch in the forest.
- What a fool!
On the third day, the fool took an ax and went into the forest. Comes and asks for money. The birch creaks and creaks.
— No, countryman! If you treat everything to breakfast, you will never get it from you. I don’t like joking, I’ll quickly deal with you.
As soon as it was enough with an ax, the chips fell in all directions.
There was a hollow in that birch... and in that hollow the robbers hid a full cauldron of gold. The tree split in two, and the fool saw pure gold; scooped up a whole floor and dragged it home. Brought and shows the brothers.
“Where did you get so much, you fool?”
- Countryman gave for a bull; yes, everything is not yet complete here; tea, and didn't bring half home. Let's go, brothers, take the rest.
We went into the forest, took the money and carried it home.
The fairy tale is over, but I'm dying of honey.
Alternative text:
- Russian folk tale in the processing of Afanasyev A.N.
Stranger, we advise you to read the fairy tale "The Fool and the Birch" to yourself and your children, this is a wonderful work created by our ancestors. How clearly the superiority of positive characters over negative ones is depicted, how alive and bright we see the first and petty - the second. And a thought comes, followed by a desire, to plunge into this fabulous and incredible world, to win the love of a modest and wise princess. All images are simple, ordinary and do not cause youthful misunderstanding, because we encounter them daily in our everyday life. Faced with such strong, strong-willed and kind qualities of the hero, you involuntarily feel the desire to change yourself for the better. The dialogues of the characters often evoke tenderness, they are full of kindness, kindness, directness, and with their help a different picture of reality emerges. It is sweet and joyful to plunge into a world in which love, nobility, morality and selflessness always prevail, with which the reader is edified. The tale "The Fool and the Birch" should be read for free online thoughtfully, explaining to young readers or listeners the details and words that are incomprehensible to them and new to them.
In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived an old man, he had three sons: two smart, the third fool. The old man died. The sons divided the estate by lot. The smart ones got a lot of good things, but the fool got one bull - and that one is thin! The fair has arrived. Clever brothers are going to bargain.
The fool saw and said:
“And I, brothers, will lead my bull to sell.
He hooked the bull with a rope by the horns and led him into the city. He happened to walk through the forest, and in the forest stood an old, dry birch; the wind will blow - and the birch will creak.
“Why does the birch creak? the fool thinks. “Is my bull trading?”
“Well,” he says, “if you want to buy, then buy; I don't mind selling! A bull costs twenty rubles; You can't take less... Take out the money!
Birch does not answer him, only creaks, and it seems to the fool that she is asking for a bull in debt.
- I'll wait until tomorrow! He tied the bull to a birch, said goodbye to her and went home.
So smart brothers came and began to ask:
- Well, you fool, sold the bull?
— Sold.
- Is it expensive?
- For twenty rubles.
— Where is the money?
- Haven't received any money yet. said to come tomorrow.
- Oh, simplicity!
The next day the fool got up in the morning, equipped himself and went to the birch for money.
He comes to the forest - there is a birch tree, swaying from the wind, but there is no bull: at night the wolves ate it.
- Well, fellow countryman, give me the money, you yourself promised that you would pay today.
The wind blew, the birch creaked, and the fool says:
"Look, you're unfaithful!" Yesterday he said: “Tomorrow I will give it back” - and now you promise the same. So be it, I'll wait one more day, and I won't be any more - I myself need the money.
Returned home. The brothers again pester him:
- What, got the money?
— No, brothers! I had to wait for more money.
Who did you sell to?
- Dry birch in the forest.
- What a fool!
On the third day, the fool took an ax and went into the forest. Comes and asks for money. The birch creaks and creaks.
— No, countryman! If you treat everything to breakfast, you will never get it from you. I don’t like joking, I’ll quickly deal with you.
As soon as it was enough with an ax, the chips fell in all directions.
There was a hollow in that birch... and in that hollow the robbers hid a full cauldron of gold. The tree split in two, and the fool saw pure gold; scooped up a whole floor and dragged it home. Brought and shows the brothers.
“Where did you get so much, you fool?”
- Countryman gave for a bull; yes, everything is not yet complete here; tea, and didn't bring half home. Let's go, brothers, take the rest.
We went into the forest, took the money and carried it home.
The fairy tale is over, but I'm dying of honey.
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