Latvian fairy tale
There once lived a boy. He had neither a father nor a mother, and he wandered, a bitter orphan, in the wide world. His owners took him as shepherds, and for a piece of bread every day he had to run after the master's pigs and cows. When the boy had already grown up, he worked somehow for one owner - she was tending cows. Autumn that year was extremely cold, no one wanted to go out into the yard: it was damp, cold, it was scary to stick one's nose out of the house. And the boy doesn’t have shoes either, he was herding cows barefoot. The poor man is shaking from the cold. What to do, does not know. He wept bitterly. Suddenly, out of nowhere, an old man comes up to the orphan and asks:
- Why are you crying, boy?
- How can I not cry, - the boy answers, - the owner makes me graze cattle every day, but he doesn’t give me shoes. The old man took pity on the orphan, but there is nothing to help: he himself has a tear on his feet. The old man thought, thought, and took out a flute from his bag.
“I can’t give you anything else,” he says, “only this pipe.” Maybe it will come in handy for you someday. As you play it, everyone who hears it will start jumping. The old man gave the pipe to the orphan and immediately disappeared. The boy took the flute, but he does not know what to do with it. But he liked the beautiful pipe, and he put it in his pocket. “If the old man says that she can fit me,” he thinks, “well, let her lie.” He grazes cattle, and suddenly it occurred to him: “What if I play the flute?” I took it and played it. And as soon as he began to play, all the sheep and cows jumped. The boy was delighted and put the flute into his pocket again: he didn’t want to torture the cattle, it’s enough that he knew how the flute could help him. The boy drove the cows home, and the hostess attacked him: - Why didn't you herd the cows at all? You won't get dinner for this! The boy was silent and went to the hut. And the hostess that evening was very out of sorts - everything is not for her! As soon as the owner returned home, she went to him: they say, this is not so, but it’s not like that. The owner gave the hostess a lot of will, he was afraid to say a word across her. Here the laborers returned home. The hostess is right there and let's scold and push the laborers: they say, they are completely lazy, even stand over them with a broom. The boy decided to play a trick on the hostess: he took out a flute from his pocket and began to play. And as soon as he began to play, the hostess stopped cursing and began to gallop like crazy. The rest all looked at her, looked and also jumped. The boy sees that his flute is not a trifle. Now, as soon as the hostess begins to swear in the evening, he takes out a flute from his pocket and begins to play. Since then, the hostess has not been able to take her soul away with abuse. And as soon as she sees the boy, she immediately becomes so quiet and meek - best hostess and you will not find. And at that very time, a war broke out between the king of the state where the boy lived, with another king. Another king gathered a huge army and ran into a neighbor, as if devilry. We did not have time to look back - all the daring warriors and brave generals had already been killed. The king was afraid. He ordered to announce everywhere: whoever comes to the aid of the king and defeats the enemy, he will give his youngest daughter for a wife and half a kingdom to boot. Generals came to him and noble gentlemen, but they could not overcome the enemy, only in vain they laid down their heads. And the enemy is already approaching the castle itself. The king sees - his business is bad. And just then our orphan decided that it would be necessary to help the king. He comes to the king and says:
- I want to go kill the enemy army. “Yes, what can you do, you little booger,” the king thought, “if the generals and noblemen did not cope?” And at first I didn’t want to let the boy in. But he stands his ground. The king sees - not to dissuade him from the boy, and allowed him: let him, they say, go. If they kill him, no one will grieve.
The boy went to meet the enemy, stood on a hillock and waits for the enemy army to move closer. The army moved on him - the end-edge is not visible to her. The boy was scared, he almost ran away. He took out his pipe, and as soon as he began to play, all the soldiers forgot about everything and let's jump like crazy. All day the boy played the flute, and all day the soldiers jumped. By evening, the flute fell silent, but the enemy soldiers were so tired that they fell to the ground and the spirit of them went out. And those who survived did not get up for three days.
Everyone around marvels: wow, the milk on the lips did not dry out, but he defeated such an army. And the boy, as he defeated the enemy, went to the Royal Castle and demands the younger princess in marriage and half the kingdom in addition. The younger princess was about to come to him: the word must be kept, but the older sisters began to mock her and say to the king:
- Get rid of that sucker! So which one is the king? The king himself did not want to give the boy his youngest daughter as a wife. He gathered all the soldiers that he still had left, and ordered the boy to be driven away.
But as soon as the soldiers approached him, the boy played on his flute. For half a day he played the flute, and for half a day the king himself jumped with his daughters and with all the soldiers.
- Stop playing, - shouts the king, - I will give you my youngest daughter! - But the boy knows himself playing. And when the flute fell silent, everyone could hardly catch their breath, they were so tired. The king realized that it was not easy to deal with this boy, and gave him his youngest daughter as a wife without talking. And he also gave half the kingdom. They played magnificent wedding. They rejoiced as no other king had ever rejoiced. And the boy and the younger princess lived in happiness and harmony, and if they did not die, then to this day they live like that.
In one distant, distant country, where the Great Ocean rolls its waves on the shore with noise, very far from its shores there was one valley, surrounded on all sides by mountains.
In this valley lived people who spent their whole lives climbing rocks and building stairs for this. All the rocks that surrounded this valley belonged to one or another noble owner. And when one of the young men in the valley became old enough to start climbing rocks and building ladders, he went to the noble owner of one of the surrounding rocks and offered to allow him to climb precisely on his rock.
Each young man touted his virtues in rock climbing and his skills in building stairs. And sooner or later, all the young men found a rock for themselves, and began to build their ladders. Some were better than others, but no matter how long and beautiful the ladder turned out to be, and how high a person climbed it, there would come a day when people were too old to climb rocks and build ladders.
And then the old people left the rocks and returned to their huts, and until the end of their days they told their grandchildren and great-grandchildren how they built the ladder, how beautiful it was for them, and how high they climbed it.
And everything in this valley from the very early childhood they knew that they would build ladders and climb rocks, and they were already looking for one or another rock and preparing to build their ladder high and strong.
Sometimes some children would come up with strange things - they wanted to draw, compose music or do something else. But the adults explained to them that no one needs it, and the main thing is to choose a reliable rock, build a solid ladder and climb it as high as possible. And the children obeyed the adults, gradually forgot their dreams and learned to diligently build ladders and climb rocks.
There was a very successful Rock Climber in this valley. He painstakingly built his stairs. And he turned out to be so strong and beautiful that he climbed on it much higher than the rest of his peers.
But every minute, while he was building a staircase or doing other things, music sounded in his soul. Not for a moment did she stop, she rushed out and did not find a way out.
And then one day the unexpected happened. That part of the rock, on which the successful Rock Climber climbed, and which seemed unshakable, suddenly collapsed overnight.
The climber took his ladder, so long and beautiful, and went in search of another rock to climb.
However, it turned out that for some rocks the ladder was too long, for others already a lot of people were climbing.
And then the climber, for the first time in many, many years, was distracted from climbing the rocks and thought. And he thought not about how to quickly find a new rock and continue building his staircase, but about whether he was happy?
And while he was thinking like that, suddenly the wind blew. And it was some unfamiliar wind that flew in from afar, and brought with it unusual sounds and smells. And the climber breathed in this fresh, cool wind with all his chest, and his head was spinning from its freshness.
And the Climber closed his eyes, and immediately the music that had always silently been composed in his soul found sound. And he clearly heard someone playing it on an unknown instrument. And under these sounds, he suddenly saw himself in a dazzling white suit, standing on the ocean, and a beautiful woman she held his hand and smiled at him, and around the beach, laughing, playing, children ran - two boys and a little girl. And fresh sea wind puffed up palm branches and flapped canvas awnings on the beach, and gulls flew in the sky, the sun shone and the ocean and sky merged in their blueness on the horizon.
And when the Rock Climber opened his eyes, he realized that what he saw was the picture of his happiness. And this picture beckoned and called. He looked around the valley, and realized that there were only rocks and stairs, and no Ocean. And the Climber left the valley to find his way, which would lead him to the Ocean.
The climber remembered the music he heard in his dreams, and its wonderful sounds haunted him. He tried many instruments, but they did not play it.
And one day, passing by the house of a master, he heard beautiful sounds that reminded him of the sounds of his music. This master made flutes. The rock climber went to the master's house and asked to make him a flute for his music. And the master told the Rock Climber that he makes unusual pipes - these are magic pipes. They only play in the hands of someone who is truly able to bring them to life with his music.
And the Rock Climber took the flute he liked and brought it to his lips. And then the flute came to life. The master's house is filled wonderful sounds, they flew out of the house and spread throughout the district, and the flute sang and sang in the hands of the Musician. And the people gathered at the master's house, and applauded the Musician and gave him offerings.
And the former Rock Climber, who was now a Musician, was walking along the road to the Ocean. Along the way, he played in all the cities and villages that came across on his way. His music was so beautiful that people did not skimp on gifts and coins for the Musician. And imperceptibly, the Musician had accumulated enough money to continue his journey to the Ocean with all the conveniences.
One day the Musician was driving past a city and saw a girl in the park with cheerful and kind eyes. The girl was painting. She had an extraordinary gift - everything she painted immediately came to life. The girl was very smart and kind, so her paintings were the same. It was as if she touched the world with a brush and painted it in bright colors.
The musician talked to the girl, and they met. He played his best melodies for her, and she told him how she dreamed of teaching children to draw just like her. And the Musician invited the girl with cheerful and kind eyes to go with him to the Ocean. She agreed and they set off together.
The musician played melodies for her, one better than the other, and the girl drew amazing pictures. They never understood who first guessed that they love each other.
How they rejoiced at their firstborn! And then their second son was born. When a daughter appeared in their family, they were immensely happy.
The Musician's melodies became known throughout the country, they were set to music for many instruments. And when he and his family finally arrived in a seaside town on the shores of the Ocean, every morning they woke up to the sounds of wonderful melodies composed by the Musician, which were played by the city orchestra. They bought a house with beautiful garden and an open terrace, and the Musician's wife opened a drawing school, where every day she betrayed her gift to the children.
And then one warm spring day they went to the shore of the Ocean with the whole family. The musician put on his favorite white suit, and he and his wife walked along the beach, holding hands, while the children frolicked and ran around them with laughter.
And suddenly something imperceptibly familiar seemed to the Musician. He stopped for a moment and listened to the sounds of his music played in the distance by the city orchestra.
And under these sounds, he suddenly saw himself in a dazzling white suit, standing on the ocean, and a beautiful woman was holding his hand and smiling at him, and around the beach, laughing, playing, children were running - two boys and a little girl. And the fresh sea wind fanned the palm branches and flapped the canvas tents on the beach, and seagulls flew in the sky, the sun shone and the Ocean and the sky merged in its blueness on the horizon.
Yes, now it was all here, nearby. And he really stood on the shore of the Ocean, and held his wife by the hand, and his children ran around. And he was the most happy man in the world, because I found the strength in myself to do this long haul and make your dream come true.
This is the story that happened in one distant, distant country, where the Great Ocean rolls its waves on the shore with noise.
or once a boy. He had neither a father nor a mother, and he wandered, a bitter orphan, in the wide world. His owners took him as shepherds, and for a piece of bread every day he had to run after the master's pigs and cows. When the boy had already grown up, he worked somehow for one owner - she was tending cows. Autumn that year was extremely cold, no one wanted to go out into the yard: it was damp, cold, it was scary to stick one's nose out of the house. And the boy doesn’t have shoes either, he was herding cows barefoot. The poor man is shaking from the cold. What to do, does not know. He wept bitterly. Suddenly, out of nowhere, an old man comes up to the orphan and asks:
Why are you crying boy?
How can I not cry, - the boy answers, - the owner makes me graze cattle every day, but he doesn’t give me shoes.
The old man took pity on the orphan, but there is nothing to help: he himself has a tear on his feet. The old man thought, thought, and took out a flute from his bag.
I can’t give you anything else,” he says, “only this flute. Maybe it will come in handy for you someday. As you play it, everyone who hears it will start jumping.
The old man gave the pipe to the orphan and immediately disappeared.
The boy took the flute, but he does not know what to do with it. But he liked the beautiful pipe, and he put it in his pocket. “If the old man says that she can suit me,” he thinks, “well, let her lie.”
He grazes cattle, and suddenly it occurred to him: “What if I play the flute?” I took it and played it. And as soon as he began to play, all the sheep and cows jumped. The boy was delighted and put the flute into his pocket again: he didn’t want to torture the cattle, it’s enough that he knew how the flute could help him.
The boy drove the cows home, and the hostess attacked him:
Why don't you tend cows at all? You won't get dinner for this!
The boy was silent and went to the hut. And the hostess that evening was very out of sorts - everything was not for her! As soon as the owner returned home, she went to him: they say, this is not so, but it’s not like that. The owner gave the hostess a lot of will, he was afraid to say a word across her. Here the laborers returned home. The hostess is right there and let's scold and push the laborers: they say, they are completely lazy, even stand over them with a broom.
The boy decided to play a trick on the hostess: he took out a flute from his pocket and began to play. And as soon as he began to play, the hostess stopped cursing and began to gallop like a smart polo. The rest all looked at her, looked and also jumped.
The boy sees that his flute is not a trifle. Now, as soon as the hostess starts swearing in the evening, he takes a flute out of his pocket and begins to play. Since then, the hostess has not been able to take her soul away with abuse. And as soon as she envies the boy, she immediately becomes so quiet and meek - you won’t find a better hostess.
And at that very time, a war broke out between the king of the state where the boy lived, with another king. Another king gathered a huge army and flew into a neighbor, like an evil spirit. We did not have time to look back - all the daring warriors and brave generals had already been killed. The king was afraid. He ordered to declare everywhere: whoever comes to the aid of the king and defeats the enemy, he will give his youngest daughter as a wife and half the kingdom in addition.
Generals and noblemen came to him, but they could not defeat the enemy, they only laid down their heads in vain. And the enemy is already approaching the castle itself. The king sees - his business is bad.
And just then our orphan decided that it would be necessary to help the king. He comes to the king and says:
I want to go kill the enemy army.
“But what can you do, you little booger,” the king thought, “if the generals and noblemen did not cope?” And at first I didn’t want to let the boy in. But he stands his ground. The king sees - not to dissuade him from the boy, and allowed him: let him, they say, go. If they kill him, no one will grieve.
The boy went to meet the enemy, stood on a hillock and waits for the enemy army to move closer. The army moved on him - the end-edge is not visible to her. The boy was scared, he almost ran away. He took out his pipe, and as soon as he began to play, all the soldiers forgot about everything and let's jump like crazy. All day the boy played the flute, and all day the soldiers jumped. By evening, the flute fell silent, but the enemy soldiers were so tired that they fell to the ground and the spirit of them went out. And those who survived did not get up for three days.
Everyone around marvels: wow, the milk on the lips did not dry out, but he defeated such an army. And the boy, as he defeated the enemy, went to the royal castle and demands the younger princess as his wife and half the kingdom in addition. The younger princess was about to come to him: the word must be kept, but the older sisters began to mock her and say to the king:
Get rid of that sucker! So which one is the king?
The king himself did not want to give the boy his youngest daughter as a wife. He gathered all the soldiers that he still had left, and ordered the boy to be driven away.
But as soon as the soldiers approached him, the boy played on his flute. For half a day he played the flute, and for half a day the king himself jumped with his daughters and with all the soldiers.
Stop playing, - shouts the king, - I will give you my youngest daughter! - But the boy knows himself playing. And when the flute fell silent, everyone could hardly catch their breath, they were so tired.
The king realized that it was not easy to deal with this boy, and gave him his youngest daughter in marriage without talking. And he also gave half the kingdom.
They played a magnificent wedding. They rejoiced as they had never rejoiced in the presence of one king. And the boy and the younger princess lived in happiness and harmony, and if they did not die, then to this day they live like that.
An old man and an old woman lived in the same village, the poor, the poor, and they had a son, Ivanushka. From an early age he loved to play the flute. And he played so well that everyone listened - they could not hear enough. Ivanushka will play sad song- everyone will mourn, everyone will have tears. Will play a dance - everyone goes to dance, they can not resist.
Ivanushka has grown up and says to his father and mother:
- I will go, father and mother, to be hired as workers. How much I earn - I will bring everything to you.
I said goodbye and left.
Came to one village - no one hires. He came to another - and workers are not needed there.
He walked and walked and came to a distant village. Walks from hut to hut, asks:
Does anyone need an employee?
A man came out of one of the huts and said:
“Will you hire yourself to tend the sheep?”
— Hire, it's not tricky!
It's not smart, it's true. Only I have such a condition: if you graze well, I will pay a double salary. And if you lose at least one sheep from my herd, you won’t get anything, I’ll drive you away without money!
“Maybe I won’t lose!” Ivanushka answers.
- That's it, look!
They agreed, and Ivanushka began to graze the herd.
In the morning, a little light leaves the yard, and returns when the sun sets.
As he walks from the pasture, the owner and the mistress are already at the gate, they count the sheep:
“One, two, three… ten… twenty… forty… fifty…
All sheep are safe!
And so a month passed, and another, and a third. Soon it is necessary to settle accounts with the shepherd, pay his salary.
"What is this? the owner thinks. - How does the shepherd save all the sheep? In past years, sheep have always disappeared: either the wolf will pick up, or they will wander somewhere, get lost ... This is not without reason. We need to see what the shepherd is doing in the pasture.”
In the early morning, when everyone was still sleeping, the owner took a sheepskin coat, turned it inside out, put it on himself and made his way into the barn. He stood among the sheep on all fours. It is worth waiting for the shepherd to drive the flock to the pasture.
As the sun rose, Ivanushka got up and drove the sheep. The sheep bleated and ran. And although it is difficult for the owner, he does not lag behind - he runs along with the sheep, shouting:
- Bya-bya-bya! Bya-bya-bya!
And he thinks:
“Now I’ll find out everything, I’ll find out!”
He thought that Ivanushka would not accept him. But Ivanushka was sharp-sighted, he saw him right away, but he didn’t show it - he drives the sheep, but he himself no, no, and whips them with a whip. Yes, everything marks the owner directly on the back!
He drove the sheep to the edge of the forest, sat down under a bush and began to chew on a loaf.
Sheep walk through the clearing, nibbling grass. And Ivanushka looks after them. As soon as he sees what kind of sheep wants to run into the forest, he will now play the pipe. All the sheep run to him.
And the owner still walks on all fours, poking his head into the ground, as if nibbling grass.
Tired, tired, and seem ashamed: the shepherd will tell his neighbors - you will not end up with shame!
As the sheep ate, Ivanushka said to them:
- Well, you are full, you are satisfied, now you can dance!
Yes, and played the dance pipe.
The sheep began to jump and dance, tapping with their hooves! And the owner went there too: although he was not full and not satisfied, he jumped out of the middle of the herd and let's dance squatting. Dancing, dancing, doing different things with his feet, he can't resist!
Ivanushka is playing faster and faster.
And behind him both the sheep and the owner dance faster.
The owner got tired. Sweat rolls down from him like a hail. All red, hair disheveled ... Could not stand it, shouted:
- Oh, laborer, stop playing! .. My urine is gone!
But Ivanushka does not seem to hear - he plays and plays!
He finally stopped and said:
— Oh, master! Is that you?
— How did you get here?
- Yes, I wandered by chance ...
- And why did you put on a sheepskin coat?
Yes, it felt cold in the morning...
And he himself behind the bushes, and he was like that.
He dragged himself home and said to his wife:
“Well, wife, we need to get the farmhand out as soon as possible, we need to give him a salary ...
— What is it? We didn’t give it to anyone, but we’ll suddenly give it to him ...
- You can't give up. He will shame us so much that we won't be able to show ourselves to people.
And he told her how the shepherd made him dance, almost starved him to death.
The hostess listened and said:
- You're a real idiot! You should have danced! He won't make me! When he comes, I tell him to play. You'll see what will happen.
The owner began to ask his wife:
- If you started such a thing, put me in a chest and tie me to the crossbar in the attic so that I don’t dance with you ... It will be with me! I danced in the morning, I walk a little alive.
The hostess did just that. She put her husband in a large chest and tied him to the crossbar in the attic. And she herself can not wait until the farm laborer returns from the field.
In the evening, only Ivanushka drove the herd, the hostess said to him:
Is it true that you have such a tune that everyone dances to?
- Is it true.
- Come on, play! If I also dance, we will give you a salary, but if I don’t dance, we will drive you away.
- All right, - says Ivanushka, - be your way.
He took out a pipe and began to play a dance tune. And the hostess at this time kneaded the dough. She could not resist and went to dance. Dancing, and she rolls the dough from hand to hand.
And Ivanushka is playing faster and faster, louder and louder.
And the hostess is dancing faster and faster.
Heard the pipe and the owner in the attic. He began to move his arms and legs in his chest, dance. Yes, it’s cramped for him there, everything hits his head on the lid. He fiddled, fiddled, and fell off the crossbar along with the chest. He broke the lid with his head, jumped out of the chest and let's squat dance around the attic! Rolled down from the attic, tumbled into the hut. He began to dance there with his wife, waving his arms and legs!
And Ivanushka went out onto the porch, sat down on the step, everything plays, does not stop.
The owner and the hostess followed him out into the yard and, well, dancing and jumping in front of the porch.
Both are tired, they can hardly breathe, but they cannot stop.
And looking at them, the chickens danced, and the sheep, and the cows, and the dog at the booth.
Here Ivanushka got up from the porch and, playing, went to the gate. And everyone followed after him.
Sees the hostess - it's bad. I began to beg Ivanushka:
- Oh, farmhand, stop playing, don't play anymore! Don't leave the yard! Don't embarrass yourself in front of people! Let's be honest with you! By agreement, we will give a salary!
- Oh no! Ivanushka says. - Let on you good people look, let them laugh!
He went out the gate - played even louder. And the owner and the mistress with all the cows, sheep and chickens danced even faster. And spinning and spinning and crouching and bouncing!
The whole village came running here - both old and small, laughing, pointing with their fingers ...
Ivanushka played until the very evening. In the morning he received his salary and went to his father and mother. And the owner and the hostess hid in the hut. They sit and don't dare to show themselves in front of people.
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There once lived a boy. He had neither a father nor a mother, and he wandered, a bitter orphan, in the wide world. His owners took him as shepherds, and for a piece of bread every day he had to run after the master's pigs and cows. When the boy had already grown up, he somehow worked for one owner - she was tending cows. Autumn that year was extremely cold, no one wanted to go out into the yard: it was damp, cold, it was scary to stick one's nose out of the house. And the boy doesn’t have shoes either, he was herding cows barefoot. The poor man is shaking from the cold. What to do, does not know. He wept bitterly. Suddenly, out of nowhere, an old man comes up to the orphan and asks:
"Why are you crying, boy?"
“How can I not cry,” the boy answers, “the owner makes me graze cattle every day, but he doesn’t give me shoes.
The old man took pity on the orphan, but there is nothing to help: he himself has a tear on his feet. The old man thought, thought, and took out a flute from his bag.
“I can’t give you anything else,” he says, “only this pipe.” Maybe it will come in handy for you someday. As you play it, everyone who hears it will start jumping.
The old man gave the pipe to the orphan and immediately disappeared.
The boy took the flute, but he does not know what to do with it. But he liked the beautiful pipe, and he put it in his pocket. “If the old man says that she can suit me,” he thinks, “well, let her lie.”
He grazes cattle, and suddenly it occurred to him: “What if I play the flute?” I took it and played it. And as soon as he began to play, all the sheep and cows jumped. The boy was delighted and put the flute into his pocket again: he didn’t want to torture the cattle, it’s enough that he knew how the flute could help him.
The boy drove the cows home, and the hostess attacked him:
Why don't you tend cows at all? You won't get dinner for this!
The boy was silent and went to the hut. And the hostess was in a very bad mood that evening - everything was not for her! As soon as the owner returned home, she went to him: they say, this is not so, but it’s not like that. The owner gave the hostess a lot of will, he was afraid to say a word across her. Here the laborers returned home. The hostess is right there and let's scold and push the laborers: they say, they are completely lazy, even stand over them with a broom.
The boy decided to play a trick on the hostess: he took out a flute from his pocket and began to play. And as soon as he began to play, the hostess stopped cursing and began to gallop like a smart polo. The rest all looked at her, looked and also jumped.
The boy sees that his flute is not a trifle. Now, as soon as the hostess starts swearing in the evening, he takes a flute out of his pocket and begins to play. Since then, the hostess has not been able to take her soul away with abuse. And as soon as she sees the boy, she immediately becomes so quiet and meek - you won’t find a better hostess.
And at that very time, a war broke out between the king of the state where the boy lived, with another king. Another king gathered a huge army and flew into a neighbor, like an evil spirit. They did not have time to look back - all the daring warriors and brave generals had already been killed. The king was afraid. He ordered to declare everywhere: whoever comes to the aid of the king and defeats the enemy, he will give his youngest daughter as a wife and half the kingdom in addition.
Generals and noblemen came to him, but they could not defeat the enemy, they only laid down their heads in vain. And the enemy is already approaching the castle itself. The king sees that his business is bad.
And just then our orphan decided that it would be necessary to help the king. He comes to the king and says:
“I want to go kill the enemy army.
“But what can you do, you little booger,” the king thought, “if the generals and noblemen did not cope?” And at first I didn’t want to let the boy in. But he stands his ground. The king sees - not to dissuade him from the boy, and allowed him: let him, they say, go. If they kill him, no one will grieve.
The boy went to meet the enemy, stood on a hillock and waits for the enemy army to move closer. The army moved on him - the end-edge is not visible to her. The boy was scared, he almost ran away. He took out his pipe, and as soon as he began to play, all the soldiers forgot about everything and let's jump like crazy. All day the boy played the flute, and all day the soldiers jumped. By evening, the flute fell silent, but the enemy soldiers were so tired that they fell to the ground and the spirit of them went out. And those who survived did not get up for three days.
Everyone around marvels: wow, the milk on the lips did not dry out, but he defeated such an army. And the boy, as he defeated the enemy, went to the royal castle and demands the younger princess as his wife and half the kingdom in addition. The younger princess was about to come to him: the word must be kept, but the older sisters began to mock her and say to the king:
- Get rid of that sucker! So which one is the king?
The king himself did not want to give the boy his youngest daughter as a wife. He gathered all the soldiers that he still had left, and ordered the boy to be driven away.
But as soon as the soldiers approached him, the boy played on his flute. For half a day he played the flute, and for half a day the king himself jumped with his daughters and with all the soldiers.
“Stop playing,” shouts the king, “I will give you my youngest daughter!” - But the boy knows himself playing. And when the flute fell silent, everyone could hardly catch their breath, they were so tired.
The king realized that it was not easy to deal with this boy, and gave him his youngest daughter in marriage without talking. And he also gave half the kingdom.
They played a magnificent wedding. They rejoiced as they had never rejoiced in the presence of one king. And the boy and the younger princess lived in happiness and harmony, and if they did not die, then to this day they live like that.
