You know that there are good people in the world, there are worse, there are those who are not afraid of God, are not ashamed of their brother: Tiny-Khavroshechka got into such and such. She remained a little orphan; these people took her, fed her and didn’t let her into the light of day, forced her to work every day, froze her; she gives and cleans, and is responsible for everyone and everything.
And the hostess had three big daughters. The eldest was called One-eye, the middle one was called Two-eye, and the smaller one was Three-eye; but all they knew to do was sit at the gate, look out into the street, and Tiny-Khavroshechka worked for them, sheathed them, and spun and wove them for them, but she never heard a kind word. That's what hurts - there is someone to poke and push, but there is no one to greet and please!
It used to happen that Tiny-Khavroshechka would come out into the field, hug her pockmarked cow, lie on her neck and tell how hard it was for her to live and live:
Mother cow! They beat me, they scold me, they don’t give me bread, they don’t tell me to cry. By tomorrow they gave five pounds to spin, weave, whiten, roll into pipes.
And the cow answered her:
Red girl! Get in one ear with me, and get out the other - everything will work out.
And so it happened. A red girl will come out of her ear - everything is ready: it is woven, and whitewashed, and rolled.
Take it to the stepmother; she will look, grunt, hide in a chest, and give her even more work. Khavroshechka will again come to the cow, fit into one ear, crawl out into the other, and take the prepared one and bring it.
The old woman wonders, calls One-Eyed:
My daughter is good, my daughter is handsome! Take a look who helps the orphan: and weaves, and spins, and rolls into pipes?
She went with the orphan One-eye into the forest, went with her into the field; she forgot her mother's order, baked herself in the sun, lay down on the grass; and Khavroshechka says:
Sleep, peephole, sleep, peephole!
Peephole fell asleep; while One-Eyed was sleeping, the cow and wove and whitened. The stepmother did not find out anything, she sent Two-Eyes. This one, too, was baked in the sun and lay down on the grass, she forgot her mother's order and closed her eyes; and Khavroshechka cradles;
Sleep, peephole, sleep, another!
The cow wove, whitened, rolled into the pipes; and Two-Eyes was still asleep.
The old woman got angry, on the third day she sent Triglazka, and gave the orphan even more work. And Triglazka, like her older sisters, jumped and jumped and fell on the grass. Khavroshechka sings:
Sleep, peephole, sleep, another! - and forgot about the third one. Two eyes fell asleep, and the Third looks and sees everything, everything - like a red maiden climbed into one ear, climbed out into the other and picked up the finished canvases. Everything that she saw, Three-eyes told her mother; The old woman was delighted, the next day she came to her husband:
Cut the pockmarked cow! Old man like this:
What are you, wife, in your mind? The cow is young, good!
Cut, and only!
I sharpened my knife...
Khavroshechka ran to the cow:
Mother cow! They want to cut you.
And you, red maiden, do not eat my meat; Gather my bones, tie them in a handkerchief, plant them in the garden and never forget me, water them every morning.
Khavroshechka did everything that the cow bequeathed: she was starving, she didn’t take her meat in her mouth, she watered the bones every day in the garden, and an apple tree grew out of them, but what a - my God! Filled apples hang on it, golden leaves rustle, silver twigs bend; whoever goes by - stops, whoever passes close - he looks in.
It happened once - the girls were walking in the garden; at that time a gentleman rode across the field - rich, curly-haired, young. I saw apples, touched the girls:
Beautiful girls! he says. - Which one of you will bring me an apple, that one will marry me.
And three sisters rushed one in front of the other to the apple tree. And the apples hung low, they were under the arms, otherwise they suddenly rose high, high, far above their heads. The sisters wanted to knock them down - the leaves of the eye fall asleep, they wanted to rip them off - the branches of the braids unravel; no matter how they fought, or rushed about, they tore the handles, but they could not get it.
Khavroshechka came up, and the twigs bowed, and the apples fell. The master married her, and she began to live in goodness, dashing not to know.
HAVROSHECHKA
Russian folk tale
processed by A. Tolstoy
Drawings by I. Kuznetsov
There are good people in the world, there are worse, there are those who are not ashamed of their brother.
Tiny-Khavroshechka got to such and such. She was left an orphan, these people took her, fed her and starved her to work: she weaves, she spins, she cleans, she is responsible for everything.
And her mistress had three daughters. The eldest was called One-eye, the middle Two-eye, and the smaller Three-eye.
The daughters only knew that they were sitting at the gate, looking out into the street, and Tiny-Khavroshechka worked for them: she sewed them, spun and wove for them - and never heard a kind word.
It used to happen that Tiny-Khavroshechka would come out into the field, hug her pockmarked cow, lie on her neck and tell how hard it was for her to live and live:
Mother cow! They beat me, they scold me, they don’t give me bread, they don’t tell me to cry. TO tomorrow I was ordered to spin five pounds, weave, whitewash and roll into pipes.
And the cow answered her:
Little red maiden, fit into one of my ears and out into the other - everything will work out.
And so it happened. Khavroshechka will fit into the cow in one ear, come out of the other - everything is ready: it is woven, and whitewashed, and rolled into pipes. She will take the canvases to the hostess. She will look, grunt, hide in a chest, and Tiny-Khavroshechka will ask even more work.
Khavroshechka will again come to the cow, hug her, stroke her, fit into one ear, crawl out into the other and take the prepared one and bring it to the hostess.
So the hostess called her daughter One-eye and said to her:
My daughter is good, my daughter is handsome, go and see who helps the orphan: and weaves, and spins, and rolls into pipes?
One-eye went with Khavroshka to the forest, went with her to the field, but forgot her mother's order, baked herself in the sun, lay down on the grass. And Khavroshechka says:
Sleep, peephole, sleep, peephole!
Eye at One-eye and fell asleep. While One-Eye was sleeping, the cow wove everything, whitened it and rolled it into pipes.
So the hostess did not find out anything and sent her second daughter - Two-Eyes:
My daughter is good, my daughter is handsome, go and see who helps the orphan.
The two-eyed girl went with Khavroshka, forgot her mother's order, got baked in the sun, lay down on the grass. And Khavroshechka cradles:
Sleep, peephole, sleep, another!
Two-eyed eyes and narrowed. The Cow wove it, whitened it, rolled it up into pipes, but Two-Eyes was still sleeping.
The old woman got angry and on the third day sent a third daughter - Triglazka, and asked the orphan even more work.
Tri-eye jumped, jumped, got tired in the sun and fell on the grass.
Khavroshechka sings:
Sleep, peephole, sleep, another!
And I forgot about the third eye. Two eyes of Triglazka fell asleep, and the third stares and sees everything: how Khavroshechka climbed into one ear of a cow, crawled out into the other and picked up the finished canvases. Three-eyes returned home and told her mother everything.
The old woman was delighted, the next day she came to her husband:
Cut the pockmarked cow!
The old man is like this:
What are you, old woman, in your mind? The cow is young, good!
Cut, and only!
Nothing to do. The old man began to sharpen his knife. Khavroshechka realized this, ran into the field, hugged the pockmarked cow and said:
Mother cow! They want to cut you.
And the cow answers her:
But you, red maiden, do not eat my meat, but gather my bones, tie them in a handkerchief, bury them in the garden and never forget me: every morning water the bones with water.
The old man killed the cow.
Khavroshechka did everything that the cow bequeathed to her: she was starving, she didn’t take her meat in her mouth, she buried her bones and watered her every day in the garden.
And an apple tree grew on them, but what a! The apples hang on it in bulk, the leaves rustle golden, the silver twigs bend. Whoever rides past - stops, whoever passes close - looks in.
A lot of time has passed, you never know. One-Eye, Two-Eyes and Three-Eyes were walking around the garden once. At that time I was driving by strong man- rich, curly, young. I saw bulk apples in the garden, began to touch the girls:
Beautiful girls, whichever one of you brings me an apple, she will marry me.
Three sisters rushed one in front of the other to the apple tree.
And the apples hung low, under the arms, but here they rose high, far above their heads.
The sisters wanted to knock them down - the leaves of the eyes fall asleep, they wanted to pick them off - the knots of the braids unravel. No matter how they fought, or rushed about, they tore their hands, but they could not get it.
Havroshechka came up - the twigs bowed to her, and the apples fell to her. She treated that strong man, and he married her. And she began to live in goodness, dashing not to know.
There are good people in the world, there are worse, there are those who are not ashamed of their brother.
Tiny-Khavroshechka got to such and such. She was left an orphan, these people took her in, fed her and overworked her: she weaves, she spins, she cleans, she is responsible for everything.
And her mistress had three daughters. The eldest was called One-eye, the middle one was called Two-eye, and the smaller one was Trigrazka.
The daughters only knew that they were sitting at the gate, looking out into the street, and Tiny-Khavroshechka worked for them: she sewed them, spun and wove for them - and never heard a kind word.
It used to happen that Tiny-Khavroshechka would come out into the field, hug her pockmarked cow, lie on her neck and tell how hard it was for her to live and live.
Mother cow! They beat me, they scold me, they don’t give me bread, they don’t tell me to cry. By tomorrow I was ordered to spin, weave, whitewash and roll five pounds into pipes.
And the Cow answered her:
Little red maiden, fit into one ear of me, and crawl out into the other - everything will work out.
And so it happened. Khavroshechka fits into the cow in one ear, crawls out of the other - everything is ready: it is woven, and whitewashed, and rolled into pipes.
She will take the canvases to the hostess. She will look, grunt, hide in the chest, and Tiny-Hvroshechka will ask even more work.
Khavroshechka will again come to the cow, hug her, stroke her, fit into one ear, crawl out into the other and take the prepared one and bring it to the hostess.
So the hostess called her daughter One-eye and said to her:
My daughter is good, my daughter is handsome, go and see who helps the orphan: and weaves, and spins, and rolls into pipes?
One-eye went with Khavroshka to the forest, went with her to the field, but forgot her mother's order, baked herself in the sun, lay down on the grass. And Khavroshechka says:
Sleep, peephole, sleep, peephole!
Eye at One-eye and fell asleep. While One-Eye was sleeping, the cow wove everything, and whitened it, and rolled it into pipes.
So the hostess did not find out anything and sent her second daughter, Two-Eyes.
My daughter is good, my daughter is handsome, go and see who helps the orphan.
The two-eyed girl went with Khavroshka, forgot her mother's order, got baked in the sun, lay down on the grass. And Khavroshechka cradles:
Sleep eye, sleep another!
Two-eyed eyes and narrowed. Cow wove, whitened, rolled into the pipes, but Two-Eyes was still sleeping.
The old woman got angry and on the third day sent her third daughter, Triglazka, and asked the orphan even more work.
Tri-eye jumped, jumped, got tired in the sun and fell on the grass.
Khavroshechka sings:
Sleep eye, sleep another!
And I forgot about the third eye.
Two eyes of Trigalzka fell asleep, and the third stares and sees everything: how Khavroshechka climbed into one ear of a cow, climbed out into the other and picked up the finished canvases.
Three-eyes returned home and told her mother everything.
The old woman was delighted, the next day she came to her husband:
Cut the pockmarked cow!
Old man and so and so:
What are you, old woman, in your mind! The cow is young, good!
Cut, and only!
Nothing to do. The old man began to sharpen his knife.
Khavroshechka realized this, ran into the field, hugged the pockmarked cow and said:
Mother cow! They want to cut you!
And the cow answers her:
And you, beautiful girl, do not eat my meat, but gather my bones, tie them in a handkerchief, bury them in the garden and never forget me: every morning water the bones with water.
The old man killed the cow. Khavroshechka did everything that the cow bequeathed to her: she was starving, she didn’t take her meat in her mouth, she buried her bones and watered her every day in the garden.
And an apple tree grew out of them, but what! The apples hang on it in bulk, the leaves rustle golden, the silver twigs bend. Whoever rides past - stops, whoever passes close - look in.
How much time has passed, you never know - One-eye, Two-eye and Three-eye walked once in the garden. At that time, a strong man was driving past - rich, curly-haired, young. I saw bulk apples in the garden, began to touch the girls:
Beautiful girls, whichever of you brings me an apple, she will marry me.
Three sisters rushed one in front of the other to the apple.
And the apples hung low, under the arms, but here they rose high, far above their heads.
The sisters wanted to knock them down - the leaves of the eye fall asleep, they wanted to pick them off - the knots of the braids are untwisted. No matter how they fought, or rushed about, they tore their hands, but they could not get it.
A poor widow had a daughter, Khavroshechka. They lived happily, but trouble came: the widow fell ill and died, leaving her daughter an orphan.
An aunt took the girl to her, and the aunt herself had three daughters: the eldest was One-eyed, the middle one was Two-eyed, and the youngest was Three-eyed.
Tiny-Havroshechka lived badly: they dressed her in rags, stained her at work, reproached her with a piece of bread. It would have been a real disaster for the orphan if she hadn’t left a cow after her mother, who helped her in everything.
It used to be that Aunt Tiny - Khavroshechka would be asked to spin, weave, whiten the canvases, and the girl will go in the field, hug his cow and say to her:
- Cow cow! My aunt ordered me to spin, weave, whiten the canvas, help me.
And the cow answered her:
- Climb into one of my ears, and out into the other - everything will be done.
Khavroshechka will come out of her ear, and everything is ready for her: it is woven, and whitewashed, and rolled up.
Auntie only marvels when Khavroshechka manages to do all this. She will hide everything in the chest, and she will ask even more work. But no matter how much work she gave her, Khavroshechka did everything on time.
The aunt decided to find out who was helping the orphan. Here she calls to her eldest daughter One-eyed and says to her:
- My daughter, dear! Look who helps the orphan, who weaves and spins for her.
Khavroshechka went into the field, One-eye tagged along with her. She lay down in the field on the grass under a bush, and Khavroshechka sat down beside her and said:
- Sleep, peephole, sleep, peephole!
One-eyed fell asleep. While she was sleeping, the cow did all Khavroshechka's work.
The girls came home. Mother One-Eyed asks:
- Well, tell me, daughter, what did you see?
And her daughter answers:
“I’m sorry, mother, I got tired in the sun, fell asleep and didn’t see anything.
The mother got angry. The next day she sent her middle daughter, Two-eyes. This one also lay down in the shade under a bush, forgetting her mother's order. She lies, dozes, and Khavroshechka says to her:
- Sleep, peephole, sleep, another!
Cow has done all the work, but Two-Eyes is still sleeping.
Khavroshechka woke her up:
- Let's go, - he says, - it's time to go home. I've done all the work.
The aunt did not find out from her second daughter who was helping the orphan. She became angry and on the third day sent her youngest daughter- Three-eyed.
The girls came to the field. She sat, looked like Three-Eyes, and then lay down under a bush, lies - she stretches, and Khavroshechka says:
- Sleep, peephole, sleep, another! - I forgot about the third one.
Two eyes fell asleep, and the third saw everything. Three-eyes came home and told her mother everything she had seen.
The aunt went to her husband and said to him:
- Go, cut the cow!
What are you thinking, wife? The cow is good, sorry.
- I don't want to hear anything, cut it.
He went to sharpen the knife, and Khavroshechka rushed to her cow, hugged her, shed tears herself:
- Cow - cow! They want to poke you. With whom am I now, orphan, I will stay.
- Don't cry, girl! Listen to what I tell you: you don't eat my meat, gather my bones and bury them in the garden. Yes, remember, every day they need to be watered with spring water.
The aunt rejoices that now there is no one to help Khavroshechka and makes fun of her to her heart's content.
And Khavrocheshka did as the cow ordered her: she did not eat her meat, she buried the bones in the garden and watered her every day with spring water. An apple tree has grown in her garden, thick, spreading, apples are hanging on it. Anyone who walks past, stops - admires.
It happened once, girls were walking in the garden, and a rich gentleman, a handsome young man, was driving past the garden.
He saw wonderful apples and said to the girls:
Hello, beautiful girls! You have good apples! Which one of you will give me an apple, I will marry that one.
The sisters rushed to the apple tree, and the branches with apples all rose high, high. They jump - the sisters jump around the tree, but they cannot get the apple. And Khavroshechka came up to the tree, the twigs themselves bent towards her, the apples themselves fall into her hands.
She gave the apple to the master, he took her white hand, put her next to him in the carriage and took her away from her evil aunt. Havroshechka married a gentleman, and they began to live - to live and make good.
You know that there are good people in the world, there are worse, there are those who are not afraid of God, they are not ashamed of their brother; Tiny-Khavroshechka got to such and such. She was left a little orphan, these people took her in, fed her and didn’t let her into the light of God, they forced her to work every day, froze her - she gives and cleans, and is responsible for everyone and everything.
And the hostess had three big daughters. The eldest was called One-eye, the middle one was called Two-eye, and the youngest was Three-eye; but all they knew to do was sit at the gate, look out into the street, and Tiny-Khavroshechka worked for them, sheathed them, and spun and wove for them, but never heard a kind word. That's what hurts - there is someone to poke and push, but there is no one to greet and please! It used to happen that Tiny-Khavroshechka would come out into the field, hug her pockmarked cow, lie on her neck and tell how hard it was for her to live and live:
- Mother cow! They beat me, they scold me, they don’t give me bread, they don’t tell me to cry. By tomorrow they gave five pounds of yarn to weave, whiten, roll into pipes.
And the cow answered her:
- Red girl! Get in one ear with me, and get out the other - everything will work out.
And so it happened. A red girl will come out of her ear - everything is ready: it is woven, and whitewashed, and rolled. She will take it to her stepmother, she will look, grunt, hide it in a chest, and she will ask her even more work. Khavroshechka will again come to the cow, fit into one ear, crawl out into the other and bring something ready.
The old woman wonders, calls One-Eyed:
- My daughter is good, my daughter is handsome! Take a look who helps the orphan: and weaves, and whitens, and rolls into pipes?
One-eye went with the orphan into the forest, went with her into the field and forgot her mother's order - she baked herself in the sun, lay down on the grass, and Khavroshechka says:
- Sleep, peephole, sleep, peephole!
Peephole and fell asleep; while One-Eyed was sleeping, the cow both weaved and whitewashed the canvases.
The stepmother did not find out anything, she sent Two-Eyes. This one, too, was baked in the sun and lay down on the grass, she forgot her mother’s order and closed her eyes, and Khavroshechka lulls:
- Sleep, peephole, sleep, another!
Cow wove, whitened, rolled canvases into pipes, but Two-Eyes was still sleeping.
The old woman got angry, on the third day she sent Triglazka, and gave the orphan even more work. And Triglazka, like her older sisters, jumped and jumped and fell on the grass. Khavroshechka sings:
- Sleep, peephole, sleep, another! - I forgot about the third one.
Two eyes fell asleep, and the third looks and sees everything - how the red maiden climbed into one ear, and crawled out into the other and picked up the finished canvases. Everything that she saw, Three-eyes told her mother; The old woman was delighted, the next day she came to her husband:
- Cut the pockmarked cow!
Old man like this:
- What are you, wife, in your mind? The cow is young, good!
- Cut, and only!
He sharpened his knife ... Havroshechka ran to the cow:
- Mother cow! They want to cut you!
- And you, red maiden, do not eat my meat; Gather my bones, tie them in a handkerchief, plant them in the garden and never forget me, water them every morning!
Khavroshechka did everything that the cow bequeathed: she was starving, but she didn’t take her meat in her mouth, she watered the bones every day in the garden, and an apple tree grew out of them, but what a - my God! Filled apples hang on it, golden leaves rustle, silver twigs bend, whoever rides past - stops, whoever passes close - looks in!
It happened once: the girls were walking in the garden; at that time a gentleman rode across the field - rich, curly-haired, young. I saw apples, asked the girls:
- Beautiful girls! - he says. - Which of you will bring me an apple, that one will marry me.
And three sisters rushed one in front of the other to the apple tree. And the apples hung low, they were under the arms, otherwise they suddenly rose high, high, far above their heads. The sisters wanted to knock them down - the leaves of the eye fall asleep, they wanted to rip them off - the branches of the braids unravel; no matter how they fought, or rushed about, they tore the handles, but they could not get it.
Khavroshechka came up, and the twigs bowed, and the apples fell. She served apples, the master married her.
And she began to live in goodness, dashing not to know.
