The Bulgarian fairy tales

Fairy tale about Water

One boy very much liked to bathe. And even in a high water when the river was blew up and has risen, he has not obeyed the father with mother and has escaped to bathe. Has undressed ashore and has jumped in water. The rough stream has picked up it and has incurred. The boy from all urine struggled with a current, dissecting waves, floated саженками, yes sees - there will be no forces. He began to shout, call to the aid...

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Fairy tale on the Sparrow and fox

One time the sparrow and a fox were bosom friends. Where the fox runs, there and the sparrow flies.
— The brother a sparrow, — speaks somehow time a fox, — want, give together we will sow wheat?
— I want, the scandal-monger.
Have sown wheat. She has grown, has kept up. Has come it is time to harvest.
Sparrow with a fox have started to press since the morning. But here the sun to burn became, and the fox was to all idlers the idler, and it has decided to use cunning...

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Fairy tale about Дедке Петко and the grandma Foam

There lived-were in one village the old man and the old woman — дедка Петко and the grandma Foam. They loved is tasty to attempt, in winter in heat to have a sleep, and in the summer in a chill to doze. One only did not like — to work.
— Work to me to what, — used to say дедка Петко.
Somehow time the grandma Foam has welded a bean soup in a pot. Old men, выхлебали all pot have sat down to table, were full...

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Fairy tale on the Hedgehog-iglokozhe, кротихе and foxes

There was somehow time a hedgehog-iglokozh across the field, has seen кротовую a hummock. Hears — кротиха under the earth rummages. The hedgehog-iglokozh кротиху has called:
— Get out, the godmother, give we will have a talk.
Has got out кротиха, all is sprinkled by the earth, has run to a hedgehog on conversation.
— I have had a look, — the hedgehog-iglokozh, — what you the working woman speaks, and has conceived one business.
— What have you conceived? — Asks кротиха...

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Greed does not lead up to good

One guy on a market has gone to sell a basket of eggs. Has put on a basket a stick and has incurred on a shoulder. There is a guy, goes, and itself speaks:
— I here bear three hundreds eggs. I will sell them on a market on a money for egg, I will gain three hundred money; and it will be possible to sell on two - I will gain six hundred. On this money I will buy свинку...

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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...

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Fairy tale on the Boy, puppy, kitten and the young frog

One woman had a son-schoolboy. Every morning, when the boy left in school, mother gave it a money and spoke:
- Take, the sonny, a money, buy a white roll. Somehow time the boy went on road, and he here sees, that three mischievous persons beat sticks of a small puppy.
- Hey you! - the boy has cried. - for what a puppy beat?.

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Why to old men honour

One severe tsar has published such law: all old people to kill.
— Old men cannot neither press, nor plough, trees to cut,-spoke on.-only houses sit, bread eat yes underfoot are confused for nothing...

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Fairy tale on the Silver deer

There lived once one very well-aimed marksman. Its arrows always hit the mark. From hunting it never came back with empty hands. But the marksman was the slave and everything, that extracted on hunting, gave to the owner, and that is to the tsar...

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Plums for dust

All Artful Peter is good - both is clever, and is dexterous, and itself is nice. Only here the wife at it is not present. Artful Peter has decided to marry. Yes only where to find the wife to itself well matched - both beautiful, and hard-working?...

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Fairy tale on the Artful cock

The artful cock has spread wide wings, has jumped on a wattle fence and well to crow in all throat. From a near bosk the godmother a fox has run out.
— Good afternoon! — shouts. — Услыхала I as you crow, here and have come running. Well and well you sing! Here I do not know only, whether you as your father sang are able to sing...

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