His grandfather had lived but a woman. Grandfather says Baba:
- You’re a woman, bake pies, and I harnessed sled but go for fish.
Caught fish and takes home a possibility. Here goes he sees: chanterelle
curled up and lying on the road. My grandfather got off the cart and went to Is-
Sichko, but it does not vorohnetsya, is thought of as dead.
- Here is a gift to his wife! – Said the old man took and put the fox in
excited and went ahead.
A chanterelle find time and was disposed of by little carts on all
yes fish to fish, all fish in da fish on. Povybrosila all the fish itself
gone.
- Well, the old woman – says his grandfather – a collar, I brought you in a fur coat!
- Where?
- There on the cart – and fish, and collar.
Woman came up to the cart: no collar, no fish – and began to scold her husband:
- Oh, you so-and-so! You’re still you dare to cheat!
Here’s grandfather realized that fox-it was not dead. Mourned, Pohorje-
shaft, but do nothing.
A fox has collected all the scattered fish in a pile, sat down on the road and
eats itself. Comes to her gray wolf
- Hello, Sister!
- Hello, friend!
- Give me a fish!
- Catch myself and even eat.
- I can not.
- Eka, because I caught the same! You, my friend, go to the river, lower tail
hole, so sit saying: «Shop-, fish, and small and great! Shop-,
fish, and small and large «fish for you to fasten itself on the tail. smot-Yes
ri sit a little longer, but it did not catch.
Wolf and went to the river, down the tail into the hole and started saying:
- Shop-, fish, and small and great!
Caught a fish, and small and great!
Behind him was a fox and, walking around the wolf yes prichityvaet:
- Yasni, yasni stars in the sky, too cold, too cold, a wolf’s tail!
- What are you, fox-sister, you say?
- So I’ll help.
And she, baggage, kept repeating to himself,
- Too cold, too cold, a wolf’s tail!
Long-wolf sat in the hole, a night on the spot, the tail
him and of freezing, tried to get up was: no such luck!
«Eka how many fish rolled – and do not pull!» – He thinks.
Looks and women go to fetch water and screaming, seeing the gray:
- Wolf, wolf! Beat him, beat him!
Ran and started to beat the wolf – who let loose, someone bucket, who
with anything. The wolf jumped, jumped, pulled his tail and ran without ar-
lyadki run.
«Very well, – I think – so I will repay you, sister!»
Meanwhile, as his wolf panting sides, fox-sister
wanted to try, fail if something else pull off, in 3abralas
a hut where the women were baking the pancakes, but got his head in a tub of dough, you-
MAZ and running. A wolf to meet her:
- That’s teach you? I just beat the tar out of!
- Hey, little brother, volchiku! – Says the fox-sister. – You have at least
blood came, and my brain hurts me your profits: I hardly
whip.
- That’s true, – said the wolf, – where you too, little sister, come, sit down
for me, I’ll take you.
Fox sat on his back, he took her and.
That’s fox-nurse sits and sings softly:
- Broken unbeaten lucky. Broken unbeaten luck!
- What are you, little sister, you say?
- I, my friend, saying: «broken broken luck.»
- So, my sister, so!