The Georgian fairy tales
Was, and can, and there is no poor hunter. There was it once through a field and sees: the eagle sits on an oak, and with wings two next oaks covers, such big. The hunter has pulled a bowstring, has aimed an arrow, and here the eagle speaks...
More in detail>>For a long time it was, very much for a long time. In those days peasants celebrated the harvest beginning. Put on in all the best and left in the field with sickles, but in the first day people had more fun, than worked...
More in detail>>There was one обезьянка - the fidget, as all monkeys. Everywhere it climbed, everywhere pried. Once увидала обезьянка a heap of stones, also its curiosity has overcome...
More in detail>>Veins on light the brave tsar by name of Музарби. To inhabitants of its kingdom there was no rest from дэвов - has much divorced them in dense woods...
More in detail>>Lived on light, and can, and there are no three brothers. Seniors were gawks, and younger sharp-witted. The father has left it a lot of gold and any good. Before death it has punished to sons never to have affairs with bald people, anything from them not to buy. In a city they did not go also bald in eyes did not see. But here at them salt once has come to an end...
More in detail>>Lived there is no time nine brothers, neither the father at them, nor mother. They lived poorly-prebedno, in a tatter, and in a hovel at them is empty - neither to fire what to burn, nor to a flood to carry away. Brothers have gone to be employed in farm laborers...
More in detail>>Do not search for justice at the tsar and misters. I will tell to you a fairy tale, in it there will be no neither truths, nor a lie. The poor man once ploughed the earth. Has passed ten furrows, the plough on the eleventh has turned. Suddenly сошник it was hooked for something. The muzhik has stopped bulls. Looks: lays...
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