Fairy tale on the Boy-with-finger

Lived-were the old man with the old woman. There was at them a small izba with аистиным a nest on the straw roof, two oxen: one - blind, and another - lame; yes a field, three years the empty. Only here children at them was not also old men have very much grieved for it.

Once the old man has told to the wife:

- The old woman, I will go today I will plough a field. I will sow a little bit millet. As it will ripen-will arrive birdies it to peck. And I here as here - I will throw over them a fishing network, will catch ten-fifteen little birds, I will make for them cages, I will carry on a market to sell. Well, what you will tell, I am dexterous it have thought up?

- To think up has thought up, yes here I for a dinner have nothing to prepare. Go go you is better at first catch some fish, and then and pashas.

The old man to the river has gone and has thrown the network in a deep whirlpool. Has pulled out a seine full краснопёрок. It has thrown a network in second time, has looked, yes and has gasped: flounders in a network tiny мальчонка, growth about a vershok, in лапотках and with short moustaches.

- Good morning, the father! - the boy has greeted.

- You who such? - The old man has asked.

- Your son. I sat under a stone and all waited, that I was pulled out therefrom by any kind grandmother and has carried to you. I waited, waited, at me even moustaches have already grown, but so anybody and has not come. I have decided to have a look at a this world, and you and have caught me in the network. Now take away me home, I after all do not know road.

The old man has bent, took moustached мальчонку from a network, has planted it in a bag with fish and has gone home. As its old woman has seen, very much was delighted:

- Oh, you, my baby, - have exclaimed it, - at you and moustaches have grown! We name its Boy-with-finger!

The old man too could not нарадоваться on the son, he has stroked it on a head and has gone back in the field. At midday the Boy-with-finger has incurred to the father a soup in луженом a kettle. It has come in the field, the father as has seen it, has stopped an oxen, villages in a furrow and began to sup still a warm soup. The Boy-with-finger has turned near it, has then seized one ox for a tail, вcкарабкался to it on a back, has crept to an ear, has climbed there and has loudly shouted:

- Well, has gone!

The ox has got under way from a place, and behind it another has gone also. The Boy-with-finger instead of the father has started to plough. Has spent one furrow, direct as an arrow, has spent the second and began to whistle cheerfully.

- The father, - has shouted it to the old man, - you have lain down under a pear, and I will plough a field. If any passer-by wants me to buy, you me sell, be not afraid. Take money, and I again will return to you.

The old man has lain down and has dozed off. And at that time by there passed a rich merchant. He has seen, that the plowman sleeps under a pear, and an oxen ploughs and was surprised: here so a miracle!

- Hey! - he has shouted, - That it for a miracle such? The old man has half-risen and has asked:

- In what business?

- Yes here in any way проумею as it is an oxen plough! - the merchant has answered.

- And you more widely eyes open, and you will see, that an oxen ploughs not, and the son wash with them operates.

- Yes where it? - The merchant even more was surprised.

- And there, at an ox in an ear. The merchant has approached to an ox and, having made out мальчонку, has stared from amazement.

- Sell to me it! - it began to ask.

- How many you give? - The old man has asked.

- Hundred gold.

- Well, take!

The merchant has counted money and visors of the Boy-with-finger. Has pushed it in a pocket and has gone home. On a way the Boy-with-finger прогрыз as a mouse, a hole in a pocket of a merchant, has imperceptibly gone down on the earth and has slipped in bushes. And the merchant walks to itself, indifferently. The Boy-with-finger has crossed wood and has reached the bridge. There he has decided to spend the night and next day to continue the way. It has closed eyes, and at that time under the same bridge has gathered three robbers.

- This night - one has told, - we will withdraw one of two oxen of that grandfather who lives on a village village fence. All agree?

- Agree! - its partners have confirmed.

- Take also me, brothers! - the Boy-with-finger has shouted in darkness.

- And you who are that? - And обмерли thieves, but having peered into darkness, and having seen Mal-chika-with-finger, they have thrown up the hands and have told unanimously:

- Just you also are necessary to us! We such as you in the afternoon with fire we search. You will climb through through a keyhole in a shed of that grandfather which lives on a village village fence, will open gate and will deduce an ox, and we will wait for you in the street.

No sooner said than done. Robbers to the house that stood on a village village fence have gone, have helped the Boy-with-finger to climb through in a keyhole and have hidden in darkness. After a while the Boy-with-finger as will cry, that was urine from a shed:

- Brothers the robbers to withdraw what ox: white or black?

- More silently, more silently, moustached the pudge, - robbers have whispered, - deduce the black!

The boy-with-finger has deduced a black ox. Thieves have tired out it in wood, killed, have skinned and have divided meat. To the Boy-with-finger has got сычуг. Thieves быстренько have packed up and have disappeared, and the Boy-with-finger has gone down in the nearest лощинку, has washed up properly сычуг, has hidden in it, was warmed there and has fallen asleep. At night in лощинку the hungry wolf has come. Having seen сычуг, it has jumped up for pleasure and has there and then swallowed it. The Boy-with-finger already in the wolf belly has woken up. It has wiped eyes, has risen and has started to go at a wolf in a stomach, and has then made the way to it in a mouth and has looked outside through the wolf teeth. There was a midday. On the contrary, in a shade of a nut tree the whole herd of sheep had a rest, and the shepherd and dogs slept. The wolf has quietly crept to a lamb. And only wanted was to snatch on it, and the Boy-with-finger as will cry:

- Rise, the shepherd, a wolf has lifted up your lamb!

The shepherd has jumped and has set on a wolf of dogs. The wolf has rushed to wood and hardly feet has dragged away from a pursuit. Having hidden in bushes, he has decided to catch for a hare, but it was necessary to it to creep only to it, the Boy-with-finger again as will cry:

- Run, заинька, and that you will remain without a fur coat!

The hare has there and then shown a clean pair of heels. Then the wolf has not sustained yes as will shout:

- Who dares to walk about in my stomach and to frighten my extraction?

- I, the Boy-with-finger.

- What do you want from me?

- I want, that you have brought me to the mother and the father.

- And where they live?

- In that village.

There is nothing to do. The wolf has put the tail between the legs and was started up by lynx in village. Having reached the old man house, it has jumped through a wattle fence and has come to be in a court yard.

The boy-with-finger has looked out of the wolf mouth and has shouted:

- The father, the mother, beat a wolf! Only not on a stomach, and that, will break to me all bones!

The old man has seized an axe and has rushed to a court yard. Behind it the old woman with коромыслом has jumped out also. They have killed a wolf, have unstitched to it a belly and have pulled out the Boy-with-finger.

- How are you? - The Boy-with-finger has asked and has twirled a moustache.

- Well, - old men have answered, - you is waited.

- To you it is good, - the Boy-with-finger, - and me not absolutely has told: the winter comes nearer, and at me the warm fur coat is not present.

- It doesn't matter! - its old man has calmed and has torn off a skin from a wolf.

And the old woman took the big needle and has sewed for the sonny a warm fur coat.