So the wife carried a bundle of rice on her head, and a jug hung on a string on her wrist. And they went from her parents to their home. The husband walked in front and the wife walked behind. And just as she descended into the hollow, the bhut came from nowhere, took on a human form and followed her. The woman thinks: “That's right, this is some kind of santal. It's also going somewhere." She didn't tell him anything, and he didn't tell her anything. And the sun did not reach the sunset by only two stakes - it was time for the night.

Bushes grew around the tree. The partridge climbed into them and began flapping its wings with all its might. With loud barking, the dogs rushed to the noise: it seemed to them that a large animal was hiding in the bushes. Partridge fluttered - and straight to the hole where the jackal hid. The dogs are after her. One dog smelled a jackal, gave a voice. Then the rest ran up, pulled the jackal out of the hole, and let's beat him up. The jackal howled in pain, but the dogs at least had something. Finally they left him half dead.

“Well, a joker,” the animals think. They will laugh at the invention of the jackal, repeating his rhyme after him, drink water and go home. At noon, a tiger came to the lake. The jackal forced him to greet him too. The tiger, like everyone else, laughed, repeated after the jackal his stupid rhyme and drank water. And the jackal is bursting with joy.

Hear me out and resolve our dispute. This tiger is in a cage. I heard his terrible roar, took pity on him, removed the bolt from the cage and released the tiger to freedom. And now he wants to eat me. Tell me, is it fair, and isn't there justice in the world?

The peasant heard that someone was calling him, and was surprised: after all, there was no one on the field. Whose voice is this? Who could it be? Looking around, he went in the direction from which the call was heard, and when he came closer and peered, his surprise knew no bounds - in front of him with a bundle on his head lay a watermelon.

The boy obeyed, and when he climbed the tree, he did as the witch had taught him. But as soon as he stood with his foot on a dry branch, it immediately broke. And the witch was already standing under the tree with an open bag, and the boy fell right into it. The witch quickly tied the sack and went home.

The younger brother had no idea about deceit and cunning. He gave the box to his older brother. Everyone was tired during the day and, as they lay down, they fell asleep. The elder brother did not sleep. He quietly woke up all his brothers, except for the younger one, and they left the forest. When the prince opened his eyes in the morning and found that the brothers were gone, he became sad. But what can you do? He gathered his strength and set off on his way. A few days later he came to some city. There the king had a dumb daughter. Heralds with drums walked the streets and shouted loudly that the king would give the princess in marriage to someone who would force her to speak. And whoever tries and fails will go to jail. The prince heard the heralds and thought: one should not rush in any matter. So he decided to stay at the inn.

The headman began to pour wheat into a pot. It pours and pours, but it doesn’t fill to the top. He poured more, looks - and the pot, as it was, remained empty. Then the headman took a large scoop and began to scoop up wheat from the bin more quickly. An hour passed, two, three: the headman pours wheat into a pot, but it is still almost empty! All the wheat from the barn had to be scooped out by the headman in order to somehow fill the pot. The headman was out of breath, sweat rolling down from him. From greed and anger there is no face on it: such a tiny pot, but it contained all its wheat! Here, of course, it was not without witchcraft! It is a pity for the headman to part with his wheat, but he is silent, does not open his mouth. And what's the use of talking? He himself promised!

There lived a king. He had four sons. Three sons were married, and the youngest had not yet been married. At that time the king died. The eldest son sat on the throne. He loved his younger brothers more than life itself. And his wife was angry and envious. She had little to do with the princes, and the youngest was under the care of the eldest - so she began to mock him every day. Whatever he asks, she answers him:
- Go, bring yourself Anarzadi - a girl from a pomegranate. Let her dance to your tune.
The prince could not bear her circumvention. He took it and left slowly wherever his eyes looked. “When I find Anarzadi, then I’ll return home with her,” he thought. “And without that, no one will see me here.”

There lived a peasant with his wife in the same village. They didn't have children. The peasant worked in the field all day, returned home in the evening, had supper and again went to the field. He had no time to grieve that his assistant was not growing up. But his wife lamented about it day and night.
One day at noon, she was about to go to the field - to bring lunch to her husband - and she thought: "Ah, if we had a son, I wouldn't have to go to the field! He would take lunch to his father."
Thus, mournfully meditating, she went to the door, but suddenly she heard a watermelon lying in the corner say softly:
- Give me dinner, mother, I'll take it to my father! At first the woman was frightened, but then she gathered her courage and answered:
- You are so small, it will be hard for you. But the watermelon insisted:
- Put a bundle of food on my head, mother, and tell me where to go and how I can recognize my father.

A weaver lived in a village. He had a wife - a simple and hardworking woman. Both of them worked without straightening their backs, and did not crawl out of poverty. This is what a wife says to her husband:
- Get ready to go, look at foreign lands. Maybe you'll get some luck there.
The weaver agreed and began to get ready for the journey. His wife gave him a large, thick cake with her. With this cake, the weaver went to foreign lands. He walked and walked and went far. It was in the evening. The weaver is tired. Thinking - where to relax? Looks - there is a well by the road. He went to the well, washed himself and sat down. He has been hungry for a long time. He took out his cake, broke it into four pieces and began to think aloud:
Eat one or two at once? Or three, or all four?

Do not make friendship with the evil one, only evil comes from him.
By the road leading to the city of Ujaini, a large tree grew, and two old friends lived on it - the Stork and the Crow. The tree was branched, and travelers passing along the road always stopped and rested in its shade.
It happened one day that a hunter was walking along the road. The day was hot, the hunter was tired, and he wanted to rest. He lay down under a tree, put his bow and arrows beside him, and soon fell asleep.

A cat lived in one large house, and there were many mice in the house. The cat caught mice, ate them and lived freely. A lot of time passed, the cat got old, and it became difficult for him to catch mice. He thought, thought how to be, and finally came up with. He called the mice and said:
- Mice, mice, that's why I called you. I confess that I lived badly and offended you. I'm ashamed, I want to change. I won't touch you. Run freely, but don't be afraid of me. I demand one thing from you: every day, pass me by me twice, one after the other, and bow to me, but I will not touch you.
The mice were delighted that the cat would not touch them, and happily agreed. The cat sat down in the corner, and the mice began to pass by him one after another: they pass and bow to him. And the cat sits quietly.

Never make friends with someone you don't know who he is and what his habits are.
There is a rock on the banks of the Bhagirathi called the Vulture Rock. At the top of this rock stands a large, sprawling tree. Once upon a time, vultures lived here, which is why the rock got its name. But time passed, the birds died, and only one old vulture, named Jaradgav, remained alive. From old age, the Grif has long been blind, his claws have become dull, and he could no longer get his own food.
And then one day the birds that lived on the same tree, taking pity on Jaradgav, said to him:
- Come on, Jaradgav, let's do this: you will look after our children when we fly somewhere, and we will bring you food and feed you. And you will be full, and our children will be supervised.

There lived an old witch. She walked around the world, looking for small children and ate them. Once she was walking through the forest and at the foot of the mountain in a large clearing she saw a shepherdess with a herd of goats. The shepherd boy was a handsome, healthy boy.
The witch came up to him and said:
- May your life be long, son! Get me some fruit from this tree.
- How can I get it if I can't climb trees? - answered the boy.
- And you stand on a dry branch with your foot, and grab the green one with your hand, - said the witch.

There lived a brahmin in a village, and he had a wife. They lived for a long time and even began to grow old, but they still had no children - neither a son nor a daughter. They were very upset about it. Finally, the brahminsha says to her husband:
- Go to the Ganges, plunge into its holy waters. Maybe then God will help our grief.
The Brahmin listened to the words of his wife, thought, and began to get ready for the journey. I took money with me, tied the food in a bundle and left.
And this brahmana had a lover, a young brahmin from the same village. And so, as her husband left for the Ganges River, the brahmansha got into the habit of running every evening to her lover on a date, and they kissed and had mercy in a secluded corner until morning.

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Anarzadi

Ruled once in one of the ancient Indian kingdoms of the Raja. And he had four sons. Three of them have been with their wives for a long time, but they couldn’t marry the youngest: either he doesn’t like the girl, or he doesn’t want to marry.

Over the years, the Raja aged, and then completely left this world. Then the eldest son of the rajah began to rule the country. He loved his brothers more than life, and favored them as best he could. But his wife was envious and unkind in her soul. She reproached her younger brother endlessly for being in the care of her husband.

Sometimes he starts to mock him: “Well, why are you sitting around doing nothing, waiting for everything to be brought to you? It would be better to go and look for Anarzadi - “a girl from a pomegranate”. Let her bring you everything."

Somehow the younger brother got angry at such an attitude towards himself. He did not want to continue to endure endless bullying, and therefore decided to leave his kingdom. “Here I go, and I will find my Anarzadi. And together with her, with the beauty I will return. And before that, my foot will not be in the kingdom. And left…

How long, how short, the prince walked and, finally, he ended up in a dense forest. He walks through the forest, looks: and in front of him is a hermit-sadhu sitting by the fire. Immediately, the prince somehow calmed down in his soul. “Give it,” he thinks, “I’ll come!”

The sadhu saw him and was surprised: “What,” he says, “are you doing in such a wilderness, son?”

“Do not be sad,” the sadhu smiled, “I will do anything for you. Stay with me, take a rest. And I will help you find Anarzadi"

The prince bowed gratefully and sat down by the fire.

“Wait here for me. And I’ll go to the village for food, I’ll treat you, ”the sadhu turned to him, and left.

The prince sat down, waiting for the hermit, but he was still not there. The prince began to look around him, suddenly he sees: next to him is a bunch of seven keys. The prince became curious from what they were. He looks, and the hermit has built seven barns behind the dwelling. The prince of the hermit waited, then took a bunch of keys and decided to look what the hermit kept in his buildings. And he began to open barns one by one.

The first one opens: and it is full of bread. The second is molasses. The third is rice. In the fourth barn, the prince found a whole mountain of bricks of gold. In the fifth - a mountain of silver bricks. In the sixth barn there were silks of unprecedented beauty. It became interesting to the prince what is stored in the seventh barn. He opened it, and barely stood on his feet from horror.

The seventh barn was full of skeletons! And how the skeletons began to laugh at him!

"What are you laughing at me for?" the prince asked in bewilderment.

“And we ourselves were once exactly the same as you were,” the skeletons answer. “We also came to look for Anarzadi. But they never arrived. Soon you will find yourself between us, ”and the skeletons laughed with even greater force.

"What should I do? How to stay alive,” the prince asked fearfully.

The skeletons took pity and decided to help the good young man.

“Listen carefully,” they say, “this sadhu is not a hermit at all, but an evil spirit, which the world has not yet seen. First he courts you, treats you, and then he won’t forget to kill you!”

"But how does he do it?" the younger brother from the royal family asked in a whisper, looking around.

“Look deep into the yard. There the stove is heated, and there is a boiler with oil on it. He will treat you to a sadhu, and then he will ask you to go and see whether the oil is boiling or not. You will begin to look into the cauldron, and he will come from behind and push you there. And then the prince became completely uneasy: “How can I be saved?”

“And you answer that princes are not worth doing such things. Let him go look at his own oil. Say that you don't know how it should boil. And when the villain comes there, you will push him into the cauldron!”

"Thank you, skeletons!" - said the prince, and quickly began to close all the locks.

And then the sadhu returned. They sat down with the prince by the fire, he fed him, and then he said: “Go on, prince, see if the oil has boiled in the boiler. And then I’ve become quite old, I can’t bear to walk. ”

“Yes, where do I go, dear sadhu! I'm a prince! I have never seen this same oil boil. You'd better go and see for yourself."

The sadhu got up and went to the stove, went to the cauldron, and how the prince would grab him from behind! And pushed into a cauldron of boiling oil. "So you, villain! You will know how to deceive princes! The hermit shouted, shouted, and cooked.

The prince sighed and went on his way. He walked and walked, suddenly he sees: another hermit-sadhu is sitting and contemplating what is happening around.

“Well, no, no,” thought the prince, “now I won’t believe anyone right now. Suddenly, this same villain. He came closer. Yes, but it’s difficult to look at the old man, such a radiance comes from him. He noticed the prince, and said: “How did you get here, son?”

“I, father, am going in search of my Anarzadi.

“But how did you stay alive?” I know that on the way to me, a rakshas sat in ambush - an evil spirit who pretends to be a hermit and a sage. They say he kills all the princes.

“They speak the truth, father. Yes, I just beat him!

And the prince began to tell about what had happened to him.

“Wow,” said the sadhu joyfully, “you are a brave prince! For this, I will tell you how to find Anarzadi. Not far from me there is a lake on the shore of which a pomegranate tree grows. Exactly at midnight, the peri comes there to bathe. As soon as she enters the water, you immediately pick a flower from a pomegranate and pick it off. Hide it in your bosom. And get out of there quickly. Peri will call you, call you with a gentle voice. But don't turn around! Otherwise, you will die immediately. Understood me?

“Understood,” the prince replied. Thank you sadhu! And what to do next?

"I'll tell you this when you get back." Go, prince! Good luck!

Exactly at midnight, our hero did everything that the elder told him. Began to move away from the lake. He hears, and his peri calls: “Prince! Prince! Why don't you take me with you? Look how beautiful I am, prince! Turn around!" The prince disobeyed the sadhu, turned around, and immediately fell dead.

Waiting for the sadhu of the prince a day, waiting for two days. He doesn't come. Then the elder understood what had happened, and went to the lake. He sees: the prince lies dead there. The sadhu was saddened that his fellow had disobeyed, but decided to revive him.

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On the bank of a large river, an old man and an old woman lived in a dilapidated hut. They lived in poverty: every day the old man went to the river to fish, the old woman cooked this fish or baked it on coals, that was the only thing they were fed with. The old man will not catch anything, and they are starving at all. And in that river lived the golden-faced god Jala...

There lived a merchant. He had two sons. As soon as the merchant died, the youngest son began to walk, have fun, spend his father's money without restraint. The older one didn't like it. “Look, everything acquired by the father will be let loose by the wind,” thought the elder brother. - What is he: no wife, no children, re ...

We love fairy tales no less. These are fairy tales in which a supernatural force necessarily operates. All interest in a fairy tale is concentrated on the fate of a good hero.
Later, household tales appeared. They do not have supernatural powers, magical items, or animals with magical powers. In everyday fairy tales, the hero is helped by his own dexterity, ingenuity, as well as the stupidity and slow-wittedness of his opponent. The hero of an Indian fairy tale, the clever and resourceful Tenali Ramakrishna, skillfully deceives the tyrant king. In everyday fairy tales there is a hero, whom A. M. Gorky aptly called "an ironic lucky man", a classic example of which may be Ivanushka - the fool from Russian fairy tales. He is stupid, narrow-minded, but he has good luck everywhere. In Indian folklore, such a hero is a stupid Brahmin - a clergyman. He pretends to be learned and smart, understands divination books, but in fact he is shaking with fear every time he needs to show his art. But invariably, an accident comes to his rescue every time, and the glory of a wise soothsayer is more and more firmly fixed to him. These are definitely funny stories.
The literature of each nation is rooted in oral folk art. The Indian epic poems "Mahabharata" and "Ramayana" are closely connected with Indian folklore. The authors of the ancient Indian collections of stories "Panchatantra" and "Jataka" drew motives, plots and images of their works from folk tales. In the literary monument of the 11th century by the Indian poet Somadeva "The Ocean of Legends" there are more than three hundred false stories: a fairy tale is intertwined there with a myth, then with an anecdote, then with a short story. Amusing motifs of Indian fairy tales were also included in the huge collection of "Old Tales", which appeared in the 11th century in Japan.
Centuries pass, generations change, and interest in the fairy tale does not dry out. Let the news of today sound tempting in your house - audio fairy tales. Listen online, download and enjoy the folk tales of India!

In this article, I want to tell you about the most remarkable moment in the literature of any people in the world. About the most beautiful and magical world - the world fairy tales.

In the life of any state, and any people, a significant place in literature is occupied by FAIRY TALES .

Fairy tales are different, instructive, kind, sad, funny, author's, folk, in general, different. But, they are all magical.

People believe in magic, and that goodness, truth and purity of thoughts will surely prevail over evil, lies and pretense. And peace, love and justice will reign in the world.

Indian fairy tales here is no exception.

The plots of Indian fairy tales date back to the times of old beliefs, traditional Indian gods. Who created the universe and all the blessings of the world.

Since the compilers of fairy tales traditionally came from the people, the heroes of Indian epics also became ordinary people, of ignoble origin, but strong in spirit and noble in soul.

Faced with injustice, thanks to their virtues, they come out victorious from different situations. In Indian folk tales, character traits of heroes inherent in the nation as a whole are always traced. This is the desire to lead a righteous life, the desire for knowledge and piety.

Each line is saturated with the love of the people for their own culture, they describe in detail the life of the inhabitants of ancient times.

Over the long history of its existence, India many times found itself under the yoke of Muslim rulers, which left a rather big imprint on folk art. The heroes of fairy tales were animals endowed with human qualities, which, according to the plot, interact with each other, like people. Praise the virtues and denounce the vices.

During the Muslim period, the Persian language spread to the territory of India, and the compilers of fairy tales began to put quotations from the verses of the holy scripture into the mouths of their heroes.

Inspired by the amazing originality and color of India, the English writer Rudyard Kipling created his best literary work, The Jungle Book, which brought him world fame and the Nobel Prize in Literature. The Jungle Book is a collection of novels and short stories with human and animal characters.

R. Kipling was born and raised in Bombay, and practically absorbed the spirit of India with his mother's milk, and all his life he selflessly loved this country.

Since childhood, we all know the story of the boy Mowgli, who grew up in a pack of wolves,and the fearless mongoose Rikki-Tikki-Tavi.

A stunning Soviet cartoon based on the Indian fairy tale "The Golden Antelope", which tells about a poor orphan boy who befriends an antelope and a greedy ruthless rajah who only dreamed of stuffing his chests with gold. Which is exactly what he paid for.

Only the unusual and peculiar culture of India gave rise to Kipling's such bright ideas and interesting characters in fairy tales.

And in Indian folk tales, and in Kipling's tales, and in the author's tales of India, there is a lot of worldly wisdom that teaches us to always be honest and fair, help the poor and disadvantaged, and follow the path of good in life.

From early childhood, we all remember the tale of the great Russian writer A. S. Pushkin, about an eccentric old woman, seized with exorbitant pride, and not calmed down until she lost all the wealth that so unexpectedly fell on her, and until she was left with nothing .

The image of an old woman is remembered for a lifetime, next to her is the image of an old man and a small goldfish, the giver of all blessings.

But, here we are transported to a distant beautiful India, to a small village of the Pengo people, who live in Central India and still retain the traditions of the tribal way of life. And what do we see?

Is it not the same old woman who stands before us, miserable, ragged, with hair sticking out to the sides like rods, sobered up after the loss of untold wealth and power that suddenly fell on her?

Of course, this is her voice: “Go, old, ask ... Let there be pantries full of gold in that house, let the barns burst from rice and lentils, let there be new carts and plows in the backyard, and buffaloes in the stalls - ten teams” ...

And she drives the old man to the golden fish, although in this tale it is not a fish, but a fish, but she also speaks in a human voice and is able to generously reward her deliverer.

It turns out a familiar fairy tale exists many thousands of kilometers from our country. People who are nothing like us. No customs, no language, no way of life.

Even in the last century, folklorists (collectors of fairy tales and folk art) tried to explain this similarity. A special Indian collection was created - an index of Indian fairy tales. The number of these stories does not exceed 550 issues. True, this index takes into account only the "living fairy tale"; mythological material, and "atypical" stories, which occur in less than three versions, were not included in this collection. It is quite possible that a more careful collection and registration of tales told in numerous Indian dialects and unwritten languages ​​will reveal many more plots to us. This collection offers the reader only a relatively small fraction of the fabulous wealth of India.

However, plot coincidences with the "literary" fairy tale are few.

The most significant group in the collection consists of tales common in the central regions of Northern India (the states of Uttar Pradesh, Bihar, Madhya Pradesh, Haryana) as follows. How in these states the main written language is Hindi.

The collection also includes fairy tales from the states of Bengal, Punjab, Kashmir, Maharashtra; from the southern states of Andhra Pradesh and Tamil Nadu, where they speak the languages ​​​​of a separate, Dravidian family - Telugu and Tamil.

In the preface to the collection, it is said in what conditions the Indian fairy tale exists, when and how its collection began. To everything said there, it can be added that as cultural and social transformations take place, the fairy tale in India is increasingly being squeezed out of everyday life, as it once happened in Europe, and then in Russia. Unfortunately, far from fabulous miracles, but deep social changes that are taking place before everyone's eyes, and changing the face of the country from day to day, now own the minds of Indian peasants.

The ranks of wandering "saints" - fakirs and sadhus - bearers of ancient legends are also thinning. Even children who study at school and know how to read, are now less and less pestering old people with a request to tell a fairy tale. Only the small nationalities of India still keep the old traditions, and sometimes you can see how the shepherd boys, gathered under the shade of a tree, listen to an old tale. Their cattle at this time lazily wanders around.

Indian folklorists are well aware that the vanishing richness of the living word can only be preserved by systematic and persistent work, which cannot be postponed until later.

After the liberation of India from colonial oppression, and the formation of a republic in different parts of the country - in Bengal, Bihar, Punjab, Braj - new collections of fairy tales and songs began to appear. In the new collections, folklore is mostly given, not in translations, but in those dialects in which they were recorded by the collectors of fairy tales. Ethnographers and linguists, researchers of small peoples and their languages, do a great job of collecting folklore.

All the efforts of these people are united by the Folklore magazine published in Calcutta, for those who are interested in Indian folk art.

So, read Indian fairy tales. Enjoy them, and once again make sure that India is a unique country and even the folk tales of India are special.

I also suggest watching wonderful Indian fairy tale movies in good quality. So, enjoy watching.

1. Eternal tale of love

The young princess gave birth to two twin brothers, who, by the will of the evil brother, were separated during childbirth. After 20 years, the guys became best friends, not knowing about their relationship. But the uncle dreams of the throne for his son and tries in many ways to destroy his friends. Thanks to the death of Dharam's loved ones, he learns the true truth. And that his real mother is the current Maharani. And that Prince Vir is his own brother. And that the hunter Javal is their real father. And now comes the battle with the evil uncle, who has teamed up with his partners against the brothers.

2. The Adventures of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves.

In the ancient eastern city of Gupyabad lived a cheerful and cunning woodcutter Ali Baba with his mother and brother Kasy-mom. One day, Ali Baba received a letter from his father, who left with the caravan and disappeared, and went after him to India. There he saved Princess Margina, the daughter of the Rajah, and returned with her to Gulabad, and his father died during the attack of robbers ...

Indian interpretation of the world-famous fairy tale about the adventures of the giant Gulliver on the island of dwarf people. Bollywood does not forget about children, regularly releasing its own versions of world-famous fairy tales. Moreover, they are filmed using modern computer technologies. The latest example is a new version of "Gulliver", the authors of which were nominated for "Screen Weekly Awards" for creating special effects.

4. Aladdin Magic Lamp:

The classic story about Aladdin and his magic lamp performed by Indian actors. Based on the fairy tales "A Thousand and One Nights". An evil sorcerer from the Maghreb knows the secret of the magic lamp. And in order to take possession of it, he uses the gullibility of a pure-hearted young man named Aladdin. After many adventures, the slave of the lamp - the all-powerful Genie - becomes a friend of Aladdin and helps to fulfill his cherished dream.

I also bring to your attention cartoons based on the fairy tales of India filmed in the USSR. Favorite childhood cartoons.

Rikki-tikki-tavi.

Soviet cartoon for children based on the story of R. Kipling.

In one Indian house lived a mongoose named Riki-Tiki-Tavi. And although he was very small, he had no courage. Once, in the courtyard of the people with whom the mongoose lived, a cobra family settled, which wanted to get rid of people so that no one would disturb them. But, Ricky won't let the snakes do the evil they have in mind.

Cartoon parts:

— Raksha (1967).
- Abduction (1968).
- Akela's last hunt (1969).
- Battle (1970).
- Return to the people (1971).

A film adaptation of R. Kipling's story of the same name about a boy raised by a wolf pack, who became his own in the jungle, defeated his enemy, the tiger Sherkhan, who accomplished many more feats, and, in the end, went to people.

Why do leopards have spots?

The very first leopard in the country of Tinga-Tinga was Leoposha, but she was not at all like the leopards that we see now. Leoposha was very modest and shy and always hid from outsiders somewhere in the grass or bushes. She did not like her usual black skin very much. It was extremely rare to see Leoposha. Once the monkeys managed to see Leoposha and they hurried to inform the rest of the inhabitants of Tinga-Tinga about this, but no one believed them. The monkeys decided to prove to everyone that they were telling the truth and set off to look for Leoposha. Together with them was Gadush, who was not lucky, because the Elephant stepped on him and he could no longer crawl or wriggle. The animals left him alone, afraid that he would bite them. Leoposha saw all this and helped him get home. In exchange for her kindness, Gadyush gave her a beautiful skin.