There lived a husband and wife, and they had their only son, Ivasik. As Ivasik grew up a little, he began to ask his father:
- Make me a boat and a paddle, dad, so I can catch fish and feed you in your old age.
“What are you doing, son, you’re still young,” says the father.
And he said: do it, do it. So his father made him a boat and a paddle, and began
Ivasik to fish. The river will float far, far away, and meanwhile his mother will cook him something to eat, pour it into two pots, take also a white shirt for Ivasik, go to the shore, stand and call:
Ivasik, Ivasik,
Swim - swim
To the shore:
I'll give you something to eat and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
And Ivasik will hear:
He will swim, have lunch, take a white shirt, thank him, give the mother the fish he caught and go back to the river.
The witch saw Ivasik and said to herself:
- It would be nice to try Ivasik meat. Well, I'll lure him.
At lunchtime she came to the shore and called:
Ivasik, Ivasik,
Swim-swim
To the shore:
I'll give you something to eat and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
Ivasik listened and listened:
The witch realized that she couldn’t lure her like that, and ran to the blacksmith:
Ivasik, Ivasik,
Swim-swim
To the shore:
I'll give you something to eat and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
Only Ivasik is on the bank, and his witch is a master! - and she dragged me into her hut. She brought it and said to her daughter:
- Here you go, Alenka, boy, fry it for me for lunch.
“Okay, mom,” Alenka answers. “I’ve already lit the stove.”
“Then I’ll go get some salt,” says the witch, “until I return so that the roast is ready.”
The witch went for salt, and Alenka took a shovel and said to Ivasik:
- Sit down, lad, on the shovel.
- Yes, I can’t!
- Sit down, sit down!
And Ivasik puts his hand, then his head, but still doesn’t sit down, as if he doesn’t know how, and then to Alenka:
“You show me how to sit down, and I’ll sit down.”
- Yes, just like that, look!
Alenka sat down on the shovel, and Ivasik - clap! - into the oven, closed the damper, and there she was fried.
Ivasik ran out of the hut and suddenly heard the witch coming.
He quickly climbed onto the sycamore tree, hid and sat there.
The witch entered the hut and saw that Alenka was gone.
- Well, damned girl! As soon as I left the hut, she had already rushed off. So I'll ask you! Well, I'll have lunch myself. She pulled the roast out of the oven, ate her fill, went and lay down under the sycamore tree and, well, rocked:
- I’ll ride, lie around, and eat some Ivasik meat.
But Ivasik couldn’t bear it, and she said:
- Ride, lie around, having eaten Alenka’s meat!
- How are you here, such and such a robber! Wait, I’ll eat you anyway!
And the witch began to gnaw the sycamore; gnawing and clicking his teeth. Ivasik sees that things are bad, and then lo and behold, the geese are flying. He told them:
Geese, geese, swans!
Take me on your wings
Carry me to my father,
And the priest has food and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
And they say:
“We don’t have time, let the ones in the back take you.”
And they flew. And the witch gnaws everything, the sycamore is already shaking.
The rear geese flew up, Ivasik approached them:
Geese, geese, swans!
Take me on your wings
Carry me to my father,
And the priest has food and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
- Let the last one take you! - they said yes and flew off.
And the witch had already gnawed the sycamore so much that it bent over and was about to fall.
And then a little goose flies; One of her wings is broken, she has become separated from the flock and is flying behind. Ivasik cried to her:
Oh little swan goose,
Take me on your wing
Yes, take it to your father,
And the priest has food and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
I felt sorry for little Ivasik:
- Okay, sit down, maybe we’ll get there somehow.
Ivasik sat on it and flew off.
When the witch saw that Ivasik had escaped, she became furious and sulked so much that she burst.
And Ivasik and the goose flew and flew and sat down under the priest’s window. Ivasik stood under the window and listened to what the old people were saying. And there the mother takes the pies out of the oven, two at a time, puts them on the window and says:
- This is for you, grandfather, and this is for me. Ivasik from behind the window and responds:
- But Ivasik is not there!
“Oh, old man,” says the mother, “it’s like I hear Ivasik’s voice!”
- Where is it, old woman, our Ivasik is no longer in the world.
The old woman wiped away her tears and went back to the pies:
- This is for you, grandfather, and this is for me. Well, Ivasik again:
- But Ivasik is not there.
“No, old man,” says the mother, “I can hear it well, it’s him.”
The old people walked out the threshold, and lo and behold: Ivasik was standing under the window. We greeted each other, hugged each other in joy and were overjoyed! Ivasik’s mother washed his head, gave him a white shirt, fed him, and poured out the best grain for him.
So they began to live together. And they still live. Yes, they chew bread.
There lived a husband and wife, and they had their only son, Ivasik. As Ivasik grew up a little, he began to ask his father:
- Make me a boat and a paddle, dad, so I can catch fish and feed you in your old age.
“What are you doing, son, you’re still young,” says the father.
And he said: do it, do it. So his father made him a boat and a paddle, and began
Ivasik to fish. The river will float far, far away, and meanwhile his mother will cook him something to eat, pour it into two pots, take also a white shirt for Ivasik, go to the shore, stand and call:
Ivasik, Ivasik,
Swim - swim
To the shore:
I'll give you something to eat and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
And Ivasik will hear:
- Yes, this is my mother’s voice. Swim, swim, little boat, to the shore.
He will swim, have lunch, take a white shirt, thank him, give the mother the fish he caught and go back to the river.
The witch saw Ivasik and said to herself:
- It would be nice to try the Ivasik meat. Well, I'll lure him.
At lunchtime she came to the shore and called:
Ivasik, Ivasik,
Swim-swim
To the shore:
I'll give you something to eat and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
Ivasik listened and listened:
- No, this is not my mother’s voice: my mother has a voice like silk, but this is like a wolf’s. Swim, sail, little boat, away!
The witch realized that she couldn’t lure her like that, and ran to the blacksmith:
- Blacksmith, forge me a voice like Ivasik’s mother.
The blacksmith forged a thin voice for her, she went to the river and in a new voice called to Ivasik:
Ivasik, Ivasik,
Swim-swim
To the shore:
I'll give you something to eat and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
- That's my mother's voice. Swim, swim, little boat, to the shore.
Only Ivasik is on the bank, and his witch is a master! - Yes, and dragged me into my hut. She brought it and said to her daughter:
- Here you go, Alenka, boy, fry it for me for lunch.
“Okay, mom,” Alenka answers. “I’ve already lit the stove.”
“Then I’ll go get some salt,” says the witch, “until I return so that the roast is ready.”
The witch went for salt, and Alenka took a shovel and said to Ivasik:
- Sit down, lad, on the shovel.
- Yes, I can’t!
- Sit down, sit down!
And Ivasik puts his hand, then his head, but still doesn’t sit down, as if he doesn’t know how, and then to Alenka:
“You show me how to sit down, and I’ll sit down.”
- Yes, just like that, look!
Alenka sat down on the shovel, and Ivasik - clap! - into the oven, closed the damper, and there she was fried.
Ivasik ran out of the hut and suddenly heard the witch coming.
He quickly climbed onto the sycamore tree, hid and sat there.
The witch entered the hut and saw that Alenka was gone.
- Well, damned girl! As soon as I left the hut, she had already rushed off. So I'll ask you! Well, I'll have lunch myself. She pulled the roast out of the oven, ate her fill, went and lay down under the sycamore tree and, well, rocked:
- I’ll go for a ride, lie around, having eaten some Ivasik meat.
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But Ivasik couldn’t bear it, and she said:
- Ride, lie around, having eaten Alenka’s meat!
- How are you here, such and such a robber! Wait, I’ll eat you anyway!
And the witch began to gnaw the sycamore; gnawing and clicking his teeth. Ivasik sees that things are bad, and then lo and behold, the geese are flying. He told them:
Geese, geese, swans!
Take me on your wings
Carry me to my father,
And the priest has food and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
And they say:
- We don’t have time, let the ones in the back take you.
And they flew. And the witch gnaws everything, the sycamore is already shaking.
The rear geese flew up, Ivasik approached them:
Geese, geese, swans!
Take me on your wings
Carry me to my father,
And the priest has food and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
- Let the last one take you! - they said yes and flew off.
And the witch had already gnawed the sycamore so much that it bent over and was about to fall.
And then a little goose flies; One of her wings is broken, she has become separated from the flock and is flying behind. Ivasik cried to her:
Oh little swan goose,
Take me on your wing
Yes, take it to your father,
And the priest has food and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
I felt sorry for little Ivasik:
- Okay, sit down, maybe we’ll get there somehow.
Ivasik sat on it and flew off.
When the witch saw that Ivasik had escaped, she became furious and sulked so much that she burst.
And Ivasik and the goose flew and flew and sat down under the priest’s window. Ivasik stood under the window and listened to what the old people were saying. And there the mother takes the pies out of the oven, two at a time, puts them on the window and says:
- This is for you, grandfather, and this is for me. Ivasik from behind the window and responds:
- But Ivasik is not there!
“Oh, old man,” says the mother, “I seem to hear Ivasik’s voice!”
- Where is it, old woman, our Ivasik is no longer in the world.
The old woman wiped away her tears and went back to the pies:
- This is for you, grandfather, and this is for me. Well, Ivasik again:
- But Ivasik is not there.
“No, old man,” says the mother, “I can hear it well, it’s him.”
The old people walked out the threshold, and lo and behold: Ivasik was standing under the window. We greeted each other, hugged each other in joy and were overjoyed! Ivasik’s mother washed his head, gave him a white shirt, fed him, and poured out the best grain for him.
So they began to live together. And they still live. Yes, they chew bread.
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A tale about Ivasik. Ukrainian fairy tale
There lived a husband and wife, and they had their only son, Ivasik. As Ivasik grew up a little, he began to ask his father:
Make me a boat and a paddle, dad, so I can catch fish and feed you in your old age.
“Where are you going, son, you’re still young,” says the father.
And he said: do it, do it. So his father made him a boat and a paddle, and began
Ivasik to fish. The river will float far, far away, and meanwhile his mother will cook him something to eat, pour it into two pots, take also a white shirt for Ivasik, go to the shore, stand and call:
Ivasik, Ivasik,
Swim - swim
To the shore:
I'll give you something to eat and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
And Ivasik will hear:
He will swim, have lunch, take a white shirt, thank him, give the mother the fish he caught and go back to the river.
The witch saw Ivasik and said to herself:
It would be nice to try the Ivasik meat. Well, I'll lure him.
At lunchtime she came to the shore and called:
Ivasik, Ivasik,
Swim-swim
To the shore:
I'll give you something to eat and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
Ivasik listened and listened:
The witch realized that she couldn’t lure her like that, and ran to the blacksmith:
Ivasik, Ivasik,
Swim-swim
To the shore:
I'll give you something to eat and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
Only Ivasik is on the bank, and his witch is a master! - Yes, and dragged me into my hut. She brought it and said to her daughter:
Here you go, Alenka, boy, fry it for me for lunch.
“Okay, mom,” Alenka answers. “I’ve already lit the stove.”
“Then I’ll go get some salt,” says the witch, “until I return so that the roast is ready.”
The witch went for salt, and Alenka took a shovel and said to Ivasik:
Sit down, lad, on the shovel.
Yes, I can’t!
Sit down, sit down!
And Ivasik puts his hand, then his head, but still doesn’t sit down, as if he doesn’t know how, and then to Alenka:
You show me how to sit down, and I will sit down.
Yes, just like that, look!
Alenka sat down on the shovel, and Ivasik - clap! - into the oven, closed the damper, and there she was fried.
Ivasik ran out of the hut and suddenly heard the witch coming.
He quickly climbed onto the sycamore tree, hid and sat there.
The witch entered the hut and saw that Alenka was gone.
Well, damn girl! As soon as I left the hut, she had already rushed off. So I'll ask you! Well, I'll have lunch myself. She pulled the roast out of the oven, ate her fill, went and lay down under the sycamore tree and, well, rocked:
I’ll ride, lie around, and eat some Ivasik meat.
But Ivasik couldn’t bear it, and she said:
Ride, lie around, and eat Alenka’s meat!
How are you here, such and such a robber! Wait, I’ll eat you anyway!
And the witch began to gnaw the sycamore; gnawing and clicking his teeth. Ivasik sees that things are bad, and then lo and behold, the geese are flying. He told them:
Geese, geese, swans!
Take me on your wings
Carry me to my father,
And the priest has food and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
And they say:
We don’t have time, let the ones in the back take you.
And they flew. And the witch gnaws everything, the sycamore is already shaking.
The rear geese flew up, Ivasik approached them:
Geese, geese, swans!
Take me on your wings
Carry me to my father,
And the priest has food and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
Let the last one take you! - they said yes and flew off.
And the witch had already gnawed the sycamore so much that it bent over and was about to fall.
And then a little goose flies; One of her wings is broken, she has become separated from the flock and is flying behind. Ivasik cried to her:
Oh little swan goose,
Take me on your wing
Yes, take it to your father,
And the priest has food and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
I felt sorry for little Ivasik:
Okay, sit down, maybe we’ll get there somehow.
Ivasik sat on it and flew off.
When the witch saw that Ivasik had escaped, she became furious and sulked so much that she burst.
And Ivasik and the goose flew and flew and sat down under the priest’s window. Ivasik stood under the window and listened to what the old people were saying. And there the mother takes the pies out of the oven, two at a time, puts them on the window and says:
This is for you, grandfather, and this is for me. Ivasik from behind the window and responds:
But Ivasik is not there!
“Oh, old man,” says the mother, “it’s as if I can hear Ivasik’s voice!”
But where is it, old woman, our Ivasik is no longer in the world.
The old woman wiped away her tears and went back to the pies:
This is for you, grandfather, and this is for me. Well, Ivasik again:
But Ivasik is not there.
“No, old man,” says the mother, “I can hear it well, it’s him.”
The old people walked out the threshold, and lo and behold: Ivasik was standing under the window. We greeted each other, hugged each other in joy and were overjoyed! Ivasik’s mother washed his head, gave him a white shirt, fed him, and poured out the best grain for him.
So they began to live together. And they still live. Yes, they chew bread.
There lived a husband and wife, and they had their only son, Ivasik. As Ivasik grew up a little, he began to ask his father:
- Make me a boat and a paddle, dad, so I can catch fish and feed you in your old age.
“What are you doing, son, you’re still young,” says the father.
And he said: do it, do it. So his father made him a boat and a paddle, and began
Ivasik to fish. The river will float far, far away, and meanwhile his mother will cook him something to eat, pour it into two pots, take also a white shirt for Ivasik, go to the shore, stand and call:
Ivasik, Ivasik,
Swim - swim
To the shore:
I'll give you something to eat and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
And Ivasik will hear:
He will swim, have lunch, take a white shirt, thank him, give the mother the fish he caught and go back to the river.
The witch saw Ivasik and said to herself:
- It would be nice to try Ivasik meat. Well, I'll lure him.
At lunchtime she came to the shore and called:
Ivasik, Ivasik,
Swim-swim
To the shore:
I'll give you something to eat and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
Ivasik listened and listened:
The witch realized that she couldn’t lure her like that, and ran to the blacksmith:
Ivasik, Ivasik,
Swim-swim
To the shore:
I'll give you something to eat and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
Only Ivasik is on the bank, and his witch is a master! - and she dragged me into her hut. She brought it and said to her daughter:
- Here you go, Alenka, boy, fry it for me for lunch.
“Okay, mom,” Alenka answers. “I’ve already lit the stove.”
“Then I’ll go get some salt,” says the witch, “until I return so that the roast is ready.”
The witch went for salt, and Alenka took a shovel and said to Ivasik:
- Sit down, lad, on the shovel.
- Yes, I can’t!
- Sit down, sit down!
And Ivasik puts his hand, then his head, but still doesn’t sit down, as if he doesn’t know how, and then to Alenka:
“You show me how to sit down, and I’ll sit down.”
- Yes, just like that, look!
Alenka sat down on the shovel, and Ivasik - clap! - into the oven, closed the damper, and there she was fried.
Ivasik ran out of the hut and suddenly heard the witch coming.
He quickly climbed onto the sycamore tree, hid and sat there.
The witch entered the hut and saw that Alenka was gone.
- Well, damned girl! As soon as I left the hut, she had already rushed off. So I'll ask you! Well, I'll have lunch myself. She pulled the roast out of the oven, ate her fill, went and lay down under the sycamore tree and, well, rocked:
- I’ll ride, lie around, and eat some Ivasik meat.
But Ivasik couldn’t bear it, and she said:
- Ride, lie around, having eaten Alenka’s meat!
- How are you here, such and such a robber! Wait, I’ll eat you anyway!
And the witch began to gnaw the sycamore; gnawing and clicking his teeth. Ivasik sees that things are bad, and then lo and behold, the geese are flying. He told them:
Geese, geese, swans!
Take me on your wings
Carry me to my father,
And the priest has food and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
And they say:
“We don’t have time, let the ones in the back take you.”
And they flew. And the witch gnaws everything, the sycamore is already shaking.
The rear geese flew up, Ivasik approached them:
Geese, geese, swans!
Take me on your wings
Carry me to my father,
And the priest has food and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
- Let the last one take you! - they said yes and flew off.
And the witch had already gnawed the sycamore so much that it bent over and was about to fall.
And then a little goose flies; One of her wings is broken, she has become separated from the flock and is flying behind. Ivasik cried to her:
Oh little swan goose,
Take me on your wing
Yes, take it to your father,
And the priest has food and drink,
And it’s good to walk around.
I felt sorry for little Ivasik:
- Okay, sit down, maybe we’ll get there somehow.
Ivasik sat on it and flew off.
When the witch saw that Ivasik had escaped, she became furious and sulked so much that she burst.
And Ivasik and the goose flew and flew and sat down under the priest’s window. Ivasik stood under the window and listened to what the old people were saying. And there the mother takes the pies out of the oven, two at a time, puts them on the window and says:
- This is for you, grandfather, and this is for me. Ivasik from behind the window and responds:
- But Ivasik is not there!
“Oh, old man,” says the mother, “it’s like I hear Ivasik’s voice!”
- Where is it, old woman, our Ivasik is no longer in the world.
The old woman wiped away her tears and went back to the pies:
- This is for you, grandfather, and this is for me. Well, Ivasik again:
- But Ivasik is not there.
“No, old man,” says the mother, “I can hear it well, it’s him.”
The old people walked out the threshold, and lo and behold: Ivasik was standing under the window. We greeted each other, hugged each other in joy and were overjoyed! Ivasik’s mother washed his head, gave him a white shirt, fed him, and poured out the best grain for him.
So they began to live together. And they still live. Yes, they chew bread.
There lived a grandfather and a woman, they had no children. The grandfather is grieving, the woman is grieving:
- Who will look after us in our old age, since we have no children?
So the woman asks the grandfather:
- Go and go, grandfather, to the forest, cut down a tree for me, we’ll make a cradle, I’ll put the little chick in the cradle and rock it, it’ll at least be fun for me!
Grandfather went, cut down a tree, and made a cradle. The woman put the little chick in her cradle, rocked her and sang a song:
Lyuli-lyuli, my Telesik,
I cooked some kuleshik
And with legs and arms,
Enough to feed you!
It sways and sings, sways and sings. In the evening we went to bed. In the morning they get up, and lo and behold, that little girl has become a son. They were so happy, oh my God! And they named that son Telesik.
My son is growing up, growing up, and he has become so beautiful that you can’t even think of it, you can’t imagine it, you can only tell it in a fairy tale.
So he grew up and said:
- Make me a tattoo, a golden shuttle, and a silver paddle, I will catch fish and feed you!
So grandpa made a golden shuttle and a silver paddle, they lowered it to the river, and it swam. Here he swims along the river, catches fish, feeds his grandfather and woman; What he catches, gives back and swims again. So he lives on the river. And his mother brings him food. Here she says once:
- Look, son, don’t be mistaken, how I will start calling you, swim to the shore, and if someone is a stranger, then swim further!
So his mother cooked him breakfast, brought him ashore and called:
My Telesik, Telesik!
I cooked some kuleshik,
And with arms and legs,
Enough to feed you.
Telesik heard.
- It was my mother who brought me breakfast!
Floating. He landed on the shore, ate, drank, pushed the golden shuttle away with a silver paddle and swam further to catch fish.
And the witch overheard Telesika’s mother calling, went up to the shore and started shouting in a thick voice:
My Telesik, Telesik!
I cooked some kuleshik,
And with arms and legs,
Enough to feed you.
And he hears.
The shuttle sailed. And the witch stood and stood and walked away from the shore.
So Telesik’s mother cooked him lunch, brought him to the bank and called:
My Telesik, Telesik!
I cooked some kuleshik,
And with arms and legs,
Enough to feed you.
He heard.
- It was my mother who brought me lunch!
He swam to the shore, ate and drank, gave his mother the fish he had caught, pushed the shuttle away and swam again.
The witch comes to the shore and again in a thick voice:
My Telesik, Telesik!
I cooked some kuleshik,
And with arms and legs,
Enough to feed you.
He heard that it was not his mother’s voice, and waved his paddle:
And the shuttle sailed forward.
And just like that again: when his mother brings him and calls him, he will land on the shore, and when the witch calls him, he waves his oar, the shuttle, and swims on.
The witch saw that nothing could be done, and went to the blacksmith:
- Blacksmith, blacksmith! Give me a thin voice like Telesik’s mother!
The blacksmith forged it. She walked up to the bank and started calling:
My Telesik, Telesik!
I cooked some kuleshik,
And with arms and legs,
Enough to feed you.
He thought it was his mother:
- My mother brought me something to eat!
Yes, and swam to the shore. And the witch snatched him from the boat and carried him to her home.
- Olenka, Olenka, unlock it!
Olenka opened the door and entered the hut.
- Olenka, Olenka, heat up the stove so that the stones fall apart.
Olenka flooded it so much that the stones were falling apart.
- Olenka, Olenka, bake me Telesika while I go to visit.
Olenka says:
- Sit down, Telesik, on the shovel! I'll try whether you're heavy or not.
And he says:
- I don’t know how to sit down.
- Yes, sit down! - says Olenka.
He put his head on the shovel.
- No, sit down completely!
He put one hand down.
- Like this? - asks.
- No not like this!
He put his other hand.
- So, what?
- No, no, no! Sit down, everyone!
- What about it? So, maybe? - Yes, and put his foot down.
“No, no,” says Olenka. -Not this way!
“Well, show me yourself,” says Telesik, “otherwise I don’t know how.”
She just sat down, and he grabbed the shovel, threw Olenka into the stove and covered it with a damper, and he locked the hut, climbed up the sycamore tree, and sat there.
Here comes the witch.
- Olenka, Olenka, open it! Olenka is silent.
- Olenka, Olenka, open it! I can't hear Olenka.
- Damn Olenka, she’s already run off to play with the boys.
The witch herself opened the hut, opened the damper, took it out of the oven and eats it - she thinks it’s Telesik. She ate her fill, went out into the yard and rolled around on the grass.
And Telesik from sycamore:
She is listening. And again:
- I’ll ride, I’ll lie around, having eaten Telesikov’s meat!
And he again:
- Ride, lie around, having eaten some deer meat!
She looked up and saw Telesik. She rushed to the sycamore and began gnawing on it. She gnawed and gnawed, broke all her teeth, but she just couldn’t gnaw through it. She rushed to the blacksmith:
- Blacksmith, blacksmith, forge me such teeth that I can gnaw through sycamore and eat Telesik!
The blacksmith forged it. How she started again. It's about to bite through. And suddenly a flock of geese flies. Telesik asks them:
Geese, geese, goslings!
Take me on your wings
Carry me to my father,
And have a good time walking around!
And the geese answer:
- Let the middle ones take you!
And the witch gnaws and gnaws. Telesik sits and cries. Suddenly a flock of geese flies again. Telesik asks:
Geese, geese, goslings!
Take me on your wings
Carry me to my father,
And at the priest’s you can eat and drink,
And have a good time walking around!
And they tell him:
- Let the ones in the back take you!
Telesik is crying again. And the sycamore is still crackling. The witch was already tired, went to drink some water and gnawing again. Suddenly another flock of geese flies by. And Telesik was delighted and asked:
Geese, geese, goslings!
Take me on your wings
Carry me to my father,
And at the priest’s you can eat and drink,
And have a good time walking around!
- Let the last one take you! - Yes, and they flew.
Telesik thinks: “Now I’m lost forever” - and he cries so bitterly, he’s covered in tears, and the witch is about to knock down the sycamore. Suddenly a lone gosling flies by, lags behind, can barely fly. Telephone to him:
Goose, goose, goose!
Take me on a wing
Take it to your father,
And at the priest’s you can eat and drink,
And have a good time walking around!
He says:
- Sit down.
Telesik sat down. So Telesik the gosling brought him to the priest and sat him down on the rubble, and he flew off.
Here Telesik is sitting on the rubble. And the woman baked some pies, took them out of the oven and said:
- This pie is for you, grandfather, and this pie is for me! And Telesik from the yard:
She takes out the pies again:
- This is a pie for you, grandpa, and this is for me! And Telesik again:
They are surprised.
“You don’t know, grandfather, who it seems to be shouting: “What about me?”
“No,” he says, “I don’t know.”
- Yes, probably, grandfather, I heard it. - And again he takes the pies out of the oven:
- This is a pie for you, grandpa, and this is for me! And Telesik is sitting on the rubble.
- What about me? - asks.
The grandfather looked out the window - and it was Telesik! They ran out, grabbed him, carried him into the hut and were so happy. His mother fed him, gave him something to drink, washed his hair and gave him a clean shirt.
So they live, they chew bread, they carry goods at table, they carry water with a rocker, and I was there, I drank honey, it flowed down my beard, but it didn’t get into my mouth.