At one widow was two daughters: a native daughter and the stepdaughter. The native daughter was lazy yes choosy, and the stepdaughter - good and diligent. But the stepmother did not love the stepdaughter and forced it to do all heavy work. The poor thing for days on end sat in the street at a well and spun. It so spun much, that all fingers at it were исколоты to blood...

The king is a lot of years ago veins on light and for wisdom своею in all kingdom was famous. Nothing remains to it to unknown persons, and it seemed that to conduct about the most secret affairs as though itself reached to it from everywhere...

On the brink of wood, in a small izba, alone there lived the poor widow. Before an izba it had a garden, and two pink bushes grew in a garden. On one of them, and white roses blossomed on other - red. Also there were at it two daughters - one is more white a white rose, another is ruddier than the red. One have nicknamed Белоснежкой, Another - Краснозорькой...

Vein on light the woman who had three daughters. Senior from them was called the One-eye because at it there was only one eye on the forehead middle. Average was called the Two-eye, because at it as at all people, was two eyes. And younger was called the Three-eye because at it over two eyes in a forehead there was the third...

In the winter afternoon while snow brought down in flakes, one queen sat and sewed under a window at which the frame was an ebony. Sewed it and at snow looked, and has pricked to itself with a needle a finger to blood. The queen about itself also has thought: "Ah, if at me the baby white, as snow, ruddy, as blood, and dark, as an ebony was born!"...

The miller is a lot of years ago veins on light. Also there was at the miller a donkey — a good donkey, clever and strong. The donkey on a mill long worked, dragged on a back кули with a flour and here at last has grown old.
The owner sees: the donkey has weakened, it is not necessary more for work, — and has turned out it.
The donkey was frightened: "Where I will go, where I will get to! I became old and is weak"...

It was very much-very for a long time. Has taken in head to select to birds to itself the king that it corrected them. Birds wished to discuss this important issue properly. They were flied from all ends, from all woods and fields. Here there was also an eagle, and зяблик, both an owl, and a raven, both a lark, and a sparrow... Yes unless all you will re-read? The tiniest bird at whom even the name was not has arrived also. Also have decided birds, that the king will be the one who can fly up above all. Have decided to begin competition directly since early morning that then nobody spoke: “I would rise still above, but became very dark, and consequently I could not”...

One king had a daughter who has become famous for the beauty on all light. And the truth, was good it above any measure, but and is haughty, as anybody. Anybody from grooms she did not consider a worthy hand. Who asked in marriage to it, all were refused moreover any malicious word or a derisive nickname in addition. The old king forgave all to the unique daughter, but in the end even it was bothered with its whims and whim...

Vein-was one old woman, old-prestaraja. Eighty years to it was. The old woman on a kitchen garden has gone, has collected the whole dish of beans and has decided them to weld. "Here, - thinks, - I will weld beans and I will have dinner".Растопила it the furnace and that fire has inflamed better, has thrown in a fire chamber a straw bunch. And then began to strew to a pot beans...

In one German city there lived the tailor. Called its Hans. It all the day sat on a table at a window, having drawn in feet, and sewed. Jackets sewed, trousers sewed, vests sewed. Here tailor Hans on a table somehow sits, sews and hears - shout in the street:
- Jam! Plam jam! To whom of jam?
"Jam! - the tailor has thought. - moreover plam. It is good"...