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Tale Ivan - peasant son and miracle yudo

Russian folktale

Fairy tale "Ivan - a peasant son and a miracle Yudo" summary:

The fairy tale "Ivan - a peasant son and a miracle Yudo" about three brothers. Somehow a miracle Yudo attacked the village and the brothers went to save the village. On the way they met an old man - he supplied the brothers with swords, then an old woman, with whom they rested. When they arrived at the place, they decided to be on duty at night. On the first night, the elder brother went and slept all night, and Ivan fought like a monster. On the second night, the middle brother went on duty and also fell asleep - Ivan again fought with the miracle Yud. And on the third night, Ivan went on duty and again - still fought with a monster, and finally defeated him.

But Ivan overheard the conversation of three miraculous wives and mothers, about how they decided to take revenge on their brothers. Ivan did not say anything to the brothers and they began to return to the village. And the wives of miracles poisoned the water, and planted poisoned apples, and slipped the flying carpet - they tried to kill the brothers. But Ivan knew about their plan and saved the brothers every time. So they are alive and well and returned home. And they began to live and live, plow the field and gather bread.

The fairy tale reveals the theme of peaceful labor and protection of the native land. Main character, Ivan - a peasant son, is the spokesman for the main idea of ​​\u200b\u200bthe tale. He personifies best qualities common people- strength, courage, resourcefulness, courage. It is he who saves native land and his brothers from danger from enemies.

Tale Ivan - a peasant son and a miracle Yudo read:

In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived an old man and an old woman, and they had three sons. The youngest was called Ivanushka.

They lived - they were not lazy, they worked all day, they plowed arable land and sowed bread.

The news suddenly spread in that kingdom-state: the filthy miracle Yudo was going to attack their land, exterminate all the people, burn the towns and villages with fire.

The old man and the old woman were tormented, they were grieving. And their sons console them:

- Do not grieve, father and mother, we will go to the miracle Yudo, we will fight him to the death. And in order not to yearn for you alone, let Ivanushka stay with you: he is still very young to go to battle.

“No,” says Ivan, “it doesn’t suit me to stay at home and wait for you, I’ll go and fight with a miracle!”

The old man and the old woman did not stop and dissuade Ivanushka, and they equipped all three sons on their way. The brothers took damask swords, took knapsacks with bread and salt, sat on good horses and rode off.

They drove and drove and came to a village. They look - there is not a single living soul around, everything is burnt, broken, there is one small hut, barely holding on. The brothers entered the hut. An old woman lies on the stove and groans.

“Hello, grandmother,” the brothers say.

- Hello, good fellows! Where are you on your way?

- We are going, grandmother, to the Smorodina River, to the Kalinov Bridge. We want to fight with a miracle Yud, not to allow it to our land.

- Oh, well done, they got down to business! After all, he, the villain, ruined everyone, plundered, betrayed a fierce death. Nearby kingdoms - at least a rolling ball. And started coming here. In this direction, only I remained alone: ​​it is clear that I am a miracle, and I am not fit for food.

The brothers spent the night with the old woman, got up early in the morning and set off again on the road.

They drive up to the Smorodina River itself, to the Kalinov Bridge. Human bones lie all over the shore.

The brothers found an empty hut and decided to stay in it.

“Well, brothers,” Ivan says, “we drove into a foreign country, we need to listen to everything and look closely. Let's go on patrol one by one, so that the miracle Yudo does not pass through the Kalinov bridge.

On the first night, the older brother went on patrol. He walked along the bank, looked at the Smorodina River - everything was quiet, no one could be seen, nothing could be heard. He lay down under a willow bush and fell sound asleep, snoring loudly.

And Ivan lies in a hut, he can’t fall asleep in any way. He does not sleep, he does not doze off. As the time went past midnight, he took his damask sword and went to the Smorodina River. Looks - under a bush the elder brother is sleeping, snoring with all his might. Ivan did not wake him up, hid under the Kalinov bridge, stands, guards the crossing.

Suddenly, the waters on the river were agitated, the eagles screamed on the oaks - a miracle Yudo with six heads leaves. He rode out into the middle of the Kalinov Bridge - the horse stumbled under him, the black raven on his shoulder started up, and behind him the black dog bristled.

Says the six-headed miracle Yudo:

- What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why, black raven, startled? Why, black dog, bristled? Or do you sense that Ivan is a peasant's son here? So he was not yet born, and if he was born, he did not fit into the battle. I'll put him on one hand, slam the other - it will only get wet!

Ivan, the peasant son, came out from under the bridge and said:

"Don't brag, you filthy miracle Yudo!" Without shooting a clear falcon, it's too early to pluck feathers. Without recognizing a good fellow, there is nothing to blaspheme him. Come on better strength sample; whoever overcomes, he will boast.

So they came together, drew level, and hit so hard that the earth groaned all around.

Miracle Yudu was not lucky: Ivan, a peasant son, knocked down three of his heads with one swing.

- Stop, Ivan - a peasant's son! - shouts miracle Yudo. - Give me a break!

— What a rest! You, miracle Yudo, have three heads, and I have one! This is how you will have one head, then we will rest.

Again they converged, again hit.

Ivan, the peasant's son, cut off the last three heads of the Miracle Yuda. After that, he cut the body into small pieces and threw it into the Smorodina River, and folded the bridge under the viburnum six heads. He himself returned to the hut.

In the morning the elder brother comes. Ivan asks him:

"Well, didn't you see anything?"

“No, brothers, not even a fly flew past me.

Ivan didn't say a word to him.

The next night the middle brother went on patrol. He looked like, looked around, looked around and calmed down. I climbed into the bushes and fell asleep.

Ivan did not rely on him either. As the time went past midnight, he immediately equipped himself, took his sharp sword and went to the Smorodina River. He hid under the Kalinov bridge and began to guard.

Suddenly, the waters on the river were agitated, the eagles screamed on the oaks - the nine-headed miracle Yudo leaves. As soon as he entered the Kalinov bridge, the horse stumbled under it, the black raven on his shoulder started up, the black dog bristled behind him ... The miracle of the horse is on the sides, the crow is on the feathers, the dog is on the ears!

- What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why, black raven, startled? Why, black dog, bristled? Or do you sense that Ivan is a peasant's son here? So he was not yet born, and if he was born, he didn’t fit into battle: I’ll kill him with one finger!

Ivan jumped out - a peasant son from under the Kalinov bridge:

- Wait, miracle Yudo, do not boast, first get down to business! It is not yet known who will take it.

As soon as Ivan waved his damask sword once or twice, he took off six heads from the miracle-yuda.

And he hit the miracle Yudo - he drove the earth into the cheese up to Ivan's knee. Ivan, the peasant son, grabbed a handful of earth and threw it right in the eyes of his adversary. While the miracle Yudo was rubbing and cleaning his eyes, Ivan cut off the rest of his heads as well.

Then he took the torso, cut it into small pieces and threw it into the Smorodina River, and folded the nine heads under the viburnum. He himself returned to the hut, lay down and fell asleep.

In the morning the middle brother comes.

- Well, - Ivan asks, - didn't you see anything during the night?

- No, not a single fly flew near me, not a single mosquito squeaked nearby.

- Well, if so, come with me, dear brothers, I will show you both a mosquito and a fly!

Ivan brought the brothers under the Kalinov bridge, showed them the miracle Yudov's heads.

“Here,” he says, “what flies and mosquitoes fly here at night!” You do not fight, but lie at home on the stove.

The brothers were ashamed.

- Sleep, - they say, - knocked down ...

On the third night, Ivan himself was about to go on patrol.

“I,” he says, “I’m going to a terrible battle, but you, brothers, don’t sleep all night, listen: when you hear my whistle, release my horse and hurry to help me yourself.

Ivan came - a peasant son to the Smorodina River, stands under viburnum bridge, is waiting.

It was only past midnight, the damp earth began to sway, the waters in the river stirred, the violent winds howled, the eagles screamed on the oaks ... The twelve-headed miracle Yudo leaves. All twelve heads are whistling, all twelve are bursting with fire and flames. The horse of a miracle-yuda with twelve wings, the horse's hair is copper, the tail and mane are iron. As soon as the miracle Yudo drove onto the Kalinov bridge - the horse stumbled under it, the black raven on his shoulder started up, the black dog bristled behind him. Miracle Yudo of a horse with a whip on the sides, a crow - on feathers, a dog - on the ears!

- What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why, black raven, startled? Why, black dog, bristled? Or do you sense that Ivan is a peasant's son here? So he has not yet been born, and if he was born, he didn’t fit into the battle: I’ll just blow - he won’t be left as dust!

Ivan, the peasant son, came out from under the Kalinov bridge:

- Wait to boast: how not to be disgraced!

- It's you, Ivan - a peasant's son! Why did you come?

- On you, the enemy force, to look, to try your fortress.

“Where would you like to try my fortress!” You are a fly in front of me.

Ivan, the peasant son of a miracle, answers:

“I came neither to tell you fairy tales, nor to listen to yours. I came to fight to the death, from you, damned, good people deliver!

Ivan swung his sharp sword and cut off three heads of the miracle-yuda. Chudo-Yudo picked up these heads, scribbled at them with his fiery finger - and immediately all the heads grew back, as if they had not fallen from their shoulders.

Ivan, the peasant son, had a bad time: the miracle Yudo stuns him with a whistle, burns and burns him with fire, showers him with sparks, drives the earth knee-deep into cheese. And he laughs:

“Don’t you want to rest, get better, Ivan is a peasant’s son?”

— What a rest! In our opinion - beat, cut, do not take care of yourself! Ivan says.

He whistled, barked, threw his right mitten into the hut where the brothers remained. The mitten has broken all the glass in the windows, but the brothers are asleep, they hear nothing.

Ivan gathered his strength, swung again, stronger than before, and cut down six heads of the miracle-yud.

Chudo-Yudo picked up his heads, drew a fiery finger - and again all the heads were in place. He rushed here at Ivan, beat him to the waist in the damp earth.

Ivan sees - things are bad. He took off his left mitten, launched into the hut. The mitten broke through the roof, but the brothers are still sleeping, they don’t hear anything.

For the third time, Ivan swung - the peasant's son even stronger and cut down nine heads of the miracle. Miracle Yudo picked them up, drew them with a fiery finger - the heads grew back again. He rushed at Ivan and drove him into the ground up to his shoulders.

Ivan took off his hat and threw it into the hut. From that blow, the hut staggered, almost rolled over the logs.

Just then the brothers woke up, they heard - Ivanov's horse neighs loudly and breaks from the chains.

They rushed to the stable, lowered the horse, and after him they themselves ran to help Ivan.

Ivanov's horse came running, began to beat the miracle Yudo with his hooves. The miracle Yudo whistled, hissed, began to shower the horse with sparks ...

And Ivan, the peasant's son, meanwhile crawled out of the ground, got used to it and cut off the fiery finger of the miracle. After that, let's chop off his heads, knocked down every single one, cut his body into small parts and threw everything into the Smorodina River.

The brothers are here.

- Oh, you sleepyheads! Ivan says. - Because of your sleep, I almost paid with my head.

His brothers brought him to the hut, washed him, fed him, gave him drink and put him to bed.

Early in the morning, Ivan got up, began to dress and put on shoes.

"Where are you up so early?" the brothers say. - I would rest after such a massacre.

- No, - Ivan answers, - I don’t have time to rest: I’ll go to the Smorodina River to look for my scarf - I dropped it.

- Hunt for you! the brothers say. - Let's go to the city - buy a new one.

No, I need one!

Ivan went to the Smorodina River, crossed to the other side across the Kalinov bridge and crept to the miraculous Yudov stone chambers.

He went to the open window and began to listen to see if they were plotting something else. He looks - three miraculous wives and a mother, an old snake, are sitting in the wards. They sit and talk.

Elder says:

- I will take revenge on Ivan - the peasant son for my husband! I’ll get ahead of myself when he and his brothers return home, I’ll turn on the heat, and I myself will turn into a well. They want to drink water and burst from the first sip!

- You have a good idea! says the old snake.

The second said:

- And I will run ahead and turn into an apple tree. They want to eat an apple - then they will be torn into small pieces!

- And you thought well! says the old snake.

- And I, - says the third, - will let them sleep and slumber, and I myself will run ahead and turn into a soft carpet with silk pillows. If the brothers want to lie down, rest, then they will be burned by fire!

The snake answers her:

- And you have a good idea! Well, my dear daughters-in-law, if you do not destroy them, then tomorrow I myself will catch up with them and swallow all three.

Ivan, the peasant son, listened to all this and returned to his brothers.

Well, did you find your handkerchief? the brothers ask.

And it was worth the time!

— It was worth it, brothers!

After that, the brothers gathered and went home.

They go through the steppes, they go through the meadows. And the day is so hot that there is no patience, the thirst is exhausted. The brothers are watching - there is a well, a silver ladle floats in the well.

They say to Ivan:

- Come on, brother, let's stop, drink some cold water and water the horses.
- It is not known what kind of water is in that well, - Ivan answers. - Maybe rotten and dirty.

He jumped off his good horse, began to chop and chop this well with a sword. The well howled, roared in a bad voice. Suddenly a fog came down, the heat subsided, and I didn’t want to drink.

- You see, brothers, what water was in the well! Ivan says.

How long, how short - they saw an apple tree. Ripe and ruddy apples hang on it.

The brothers jumped off their horses, they wanted to tear the apples, and Ivan, the peasant's son, ran ahead and let's chop and chop the apple tree with a sword. The apple tree howled, screamed ...

- See, brothers, what kind of apple tree is this? Tasteless apples!

They rode and rode and got very tired. They look - there is a soft carpet on the field, and down pillows on it.

“Let’s lie down on this carpet, let’s rest a bit!” the brothers say.

- No, brothers, it will not be soft to lie on this carpet! Ivan answers.

The brothers were angry with him:

- What kind of pointer are you to us: that is impossible, the other is impossible!

Ivan did not say a word in response, took off his sash and threw it on the carpet. The sash burst into flames - nothing remained in place.

“That would be the same with you!” Ivan says to his brothers.

He went up to the carpet and let's cut the carpet and pillows into small shreds with a sword. Chopped up, scattered to the sides and says:

- In vain you, brothers, grumbled at me! After all, the well, and the apple tree, and this carpet - all were miraculous wives. They wanted to destroy us, but they did not succeed: they all died themselves!

How much, how little, they drove - suddenly the sky darkened, the wind howled, buzzed: the old snake itself flies after them. She opened her mouth from heaven to earth - she wants to swallow Ivan and his brothers. Then the good fellows, don't be bad, pulled out of their knapsacks a pood of salt from their travel bags and threw it into the snake's mouth.

The snake was delighted - she thought that Ivan, the peasant son with his brothers, was captured. She stopped and began to chew salt. And as I tried it, I realized that these were not good fellows, and again rushed off in pursuit.

Ivan sees that the trouble is imminent - he let his horse run at full speed, and the brothers followed him. Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping ...

They look - there is a forge, and twelve blacksmiths work in that forge.

“Blacksmiths, blacksmiths,” Ivan says, “let us into your forge!”

The blacksmiths let the brothers in, behind them they closed the forge with twelve iron doors, with twelve forged locks.

A snake flew up to the forge and shouted:

Blacksmiths, blacksmiths, give me Ivan - a peasant son with brothers! And the blacksmiths answered her:

“Click twelve iron doors with your tongue, and then you will take it!”

The snake began to lick iron doors. Licked, licked, licked, licked - licked eleven doors. There is only one door left...

Tired snake, sat down to rest.

Then Ivan - the peasant's son jumped out of the forge, picked up the snake and hit it on the damp ground with all his might. It crumbled into small dust, and the wind scattered that dust in all directions. Since then, all miracles and snakes in that region have hatched, people began to live without fear.

And Ivan, a peasant son with his brothers, returned home, to his father, to his mother, and they began to live and live, to plow the field and collect bread.

In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived an old man and an old woman, and they had three sons. The youngest was called Ivanushka. They lived - they were not lazy, they worked all day, they plowed arable land and sowed bread.
The news suddenly spread in that kingdom-state: the filthy miracle Yudo was going to attack their land, exterminate all the people, burn the towns and villages with fire.

The old man and the old woman were tormented, they were grieving. And their sons console them:
- Do not grieve, father and mother, we will go to the miracle Yudo, we will fight him to the death. And so that you do not yearn alone, let Ivanushka stay with you:
he is still too young to go to battle.
“No,” says Ivan, “it doesn’t suit me to stay at home and wait for you, I’ll go and fight with a miracle!”
The old man and the old woman did not stop and dissuade Ivanushka, and they equipped all three sons on their way. The brothers took damask swords, took knapsacks with bread and salt, sat on good horses and rode off.

They drove and drove and came to a village. They look - there is not a single living soul around, everything is burnt, broken, there is one small hut, barely holding on. The brothers entered the hut. An old woman lies on the stove and groans.
“Hello, grandmother,” the brothers say.
- Hello, good fellows! Where are you on your way?
- We are going, grandmother, to the Smorodina River, to the Kalinov Bridge. We want to fight with a miracle Yud, not to allow it to our land.
- Oh, well done, they got down to business! After all, he, the villain, ruined everyone, plundered, betrayed a fierce death. Nearby kingdoms - at least a rolling ball. And started coming here. In this direction, only I remained alone: ​​it is clear that I am a miracle, and I am not fit for food.

The brothers spent the night with the old woman, got up early in the morning and set off again on the road.
They drive up to the Smorodina River itself, to the Kalinov Bridge. Human bones lie all over the shore.

The brothers found an empty hut and decided to stay in it.
- Well, brothers, - says Ivan, - we drove into an alien side, we need to listen to everything and look closely. Let's go on patrol one by one, so that the miracle Yudo does not pass through the Kalinov bridge.

On the first night, the older brother went on patrol. He walked along the bank, looked at the Smorodina River - everything was quiet, no one could be seen, nothing could be heard. He lay down under a willow bush and fell sound asleep, snoring loudly.

And Ivan lies in a hut, he can’t fall asleep in any way. He does not sleep, he does not doze off. As the time went past midnight, he took his damask sword and went to the Smorodina River. Looks - under a bush the elder brother is sleeping, snoring with all his might. Ivan did not wake him up, hid under the Kalinov bridge, stands, guards the crossing.
Suddenly, the waters on the river were agitated, the eagles screamed on the oaks - a miracle Yudo with six heads leaves. He rode out into the middle of the Kalinov Bridge - the horse stumbled under him, the black raven on his shoulder started up, and behind him the black dog bristled.

Says the six-headed miracle Yudo:
- What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why, black raven, startled? Why, black dog, bristled? Or do you sense that Ivan is a peasant's son here? So he was not yet born, and if he was born, he did not fit into the battle. I'll put him on one hand, slam the other - it will only get wet!

Ivan, the peasant son, came out from under the bridge and said:
- Don't brag, you filthy miracle Yudo! Without shooting a clear falcon, it's too early to pluck feathers. Without recognizing a good fellow, there is nothing to blaspheme him. Come on, it's better to try strength; whoever overcomes, he will boast.
So they came together, drew level, and hit so hard that the earth groaned all around.

Miracle Yudu was not lucky: Ivan, a peasant son, knocked down three of his heads with one swing.
- Stop, Ivan - a peasant's son! - shouts miracle Yudo. - Give me a break!
- What a rest! You, miracle Yudo, have three heads, and I have one! This is how you will have one head, then we will rest.

Again they converged, again hit.
Ivan, the peasant's son, cut off the last three heads of the Miracle Yuda. After that, he cut the body into small pieces and threw it into the Smorodina River, and folded the bridge under the viburnum six heads. He himself returned to the hut.

In the morning the elder brother comes. Ivan asks him:
- Well, didn't you see anything?
- No, brothers, a fly did not fly past me.

Ivan didn't say a word to him.
The next night the middle brother went on patrol. He looked like, looked around, looked around and calmed down. I climbed into the bushes and fell asleep.
Ivan did not rely on him either. As the time went past midnight, he immediately equipped himself, took his sharp sword and went to the Smorodina River. He hid under the Kalinov bridge and began to guard.

Suddenly, the waters on the river were agitated, the eagles screamed on the oaks - the nine-headed miracle Yudo leaves. As soon as he entered the Kalinov bridge, the horse stumbled under it, the black raven on his shoulder started up, the black dog bristled behind him ... The miracle of the horse is on the sides, the crow is on the feathers, the dog is on the ears!
- What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why, black raven, startled? Why, black dog, bristled? Or do you sense that Ivan is a peasant's son here? So he was not yet born, and if he was born, he didn’t fit into battle: I’ll kill him with one finger!

Ivan jumped out - a peasant son from under the Kalinov bridge:
- Wait, miracle Yudo, do not boast, first get down to business! It is not yet known who will take it.

As soon as Ivan waved his damask sword once or twice, he took off six heads from the miracle-yuda. And the miracle Yudo hit, drove the earth into the cheese on Ivan’s knee. Ivan, the peasant son, grabbed a handful of earth and threw it right in the eyes of his adversary. While the miracle Yudo was rubbing and cleaning his eyes, Ivan cut off the rest of his heads as well. Then he took the torso, cut it into small pieces and threw it into the Smorodina River, and folded the nine heads under the viburnum. He himself returned to the hut, lay down and fell asleep.

In the morning the middle brother comes.
- Well, - Ivan asks, - didn't you see anything during the night?
- No, not a single fly flew near me, not a single mosquito squeaked nearby.
- Well, if so, come with me, dear brothers, I will show you both a mosquito and a fly!

Ivan brought the brothers under the Kalinov bridge, showed them the miracle Yudov's heads.
- Here, - he says, - what kind of flies and mosquitoes fly here at night! You do not fight, but lie at home on the stove.

The brothers were ashamed.
- Sleep, - they say, - knocked down ...

On the third night, Ivan himself was about to go on patrol.
“I,” he says, “I’m going to a terrible battle, but you, brothers, don’t sleep all night, listen: when you hear my whistle, release my horse and hurry to help me yourself.

Ivan came - a peasant son to the Smorodina River, stands under the viburnum bridge, waiting.
As soon as the time went past midnight, the damp earth swayed, the waters in the river stirred, violent winds howled, eagles screamed on the oaks ... The twelve-headed miracle Yudo leaves. All twelve heads are whistling, all twelve are bursting with fire and flames. The horse of a miracle-yuda with twelve wings, the horse's hair is copper, the tail and mane are iron. As soon as the miracle Yudo drove onto the Kalinov bridge - the horse stumbled under it, the black raven on his shoulder started up, the black dog bristled behind him. Miracle Yudo of a horse with a whip on the sides, a crow - on feathers, a dog - on the ears!
- What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why, black raven, startled? Why, black dog, bristled? Or do you sense that Ivan is a peasant's son here? So he has not yet been born, and if he was born, he didn’t fit into the battle: I’ll just blow - he won’t be left as dust!

Ivan, the peasant son, came out from under the Kalinov bridge:
- Wait to boast: how not to be disgraced!
- It's you, Ivan - a peasant's son! Why did you come?
- Look at you, enemy force, try your fortress.
- Where do you try my fortress! You are a fly in front of me.

Ivan, the peasant son of a miracle, answers:
- I came neither to tell you fairy tales, nor to listen to yours. I came to fight to the death, to save good people from you, damned!

Ivan swung his sharp sword and cut off three heads of the miracle-yuda. Chudo-Yudo picked up these heads, scribbled at them with his fiery finger - and immediately all the heads grew back, as if they had not fallen from their shoulders.

Ivan, the peasant son, had a bad time: the miracle Yudo stuns him with a whistle, burns and burns him with fire, showers him with sparks, drives the earth knee-deep into cheese. And he laughs:
- Would you like to rest, get better, Ivan - a peasant's son?
- What a vacation! In our opinion - beat, cut, do not take care of yourself! Ivan says.

He whistled, barked, threw his right mitten into the hut where the brothers remained. The mitten has broken all the glass in the windows, but the brothers are asleep, they hear nothing.

Ivan gathered his strength, swung again, stronger than before, and cut down six heads of the miracle-yud.

Chudo-Yudo picked up his heads, drew a fiery finger - and again all the heads were in place. He rushed here at Ivan, beat him to the waist in the damp earth.

Ivan sees - things are bad. He took off his left mitten, launched into the hut. The mitten broke through the roof, but the brothers are still sleeping, they don’t hear anything.

For the third time, Ivan swung - the peasant's son even stronger and cut down nine heads of the miracle. Miracle Yudo picked them up, drew them with a fiery finger - the heads grew back again. He rushed at Ivan and drove him into the ground up to his shoulders.

Ivan took off his hat and threw it into the hut. From that blow, the hut staggered, almost rolled over the logs.

Just then the brothers woke up, they heard - Ivanov's horse neighs loudly and breaks from the chains.
They rushed to the stable, lowered the horse, and after him they themselves ran to help Ivan.

Ivanov's horse came running, began to beat the miracle Yudo with his hooves. The miracle Yudo whistled, hissed, began to shower the horse with sparks ... And Ivan, the peasant son, meanwhile got out of the ground, got used to it and cut off the fiery finger of the miracle Yudu. After that, let's chop off his heads, knocked down every single one, cut his body into small parts and threw everything into the Smorodina River.

The brothers are here.
- Oh, you sleepyheads! Ivan says. - Because of your sleep, I almost paid with my head.

His brothers brought him to the hut, washed him, fed him, gave him drink and put him to bed.
Early in the morning, Ivan got up, began to dress and put on shoes.
"Where are you up so early?" the brothers say. - I would rest after such a massacre.
- No, - Ivan answers, - I don’t have time to rest: I’ll go to the Smorodina River to look for my scarf - I dropped it.
- Hunt for you! the brothers say. - Let's go to the city - buy a new one.
- No, I need one!

Ivan went to the Smorodina River, crossed to the other side across the Kalinov bridge and crept to the miraculous Yudov stone chambers. He went to the open window and began to listen to see if they were plotting something else. He looks - three miraculous wives and a mother, an old snake, are sitting in the wards. They sit and talk.

Elder says:
- I will take revenge on Ivan - the peasant son for my husband! I’ll get ahead of myself when he and his brothers return home, I’ll turn on the heat, and I myself will turn into a well. They want to drink water and burst from the first sip!
- You have a good idea! says the old snake.

The second said:
- And I will run ahead and turn into an apple tree. They want to eat an apple - then they will be torn into small pieces!
- And you thought well! says the old snake.
- And I, - says the third, - will let them sleep and slumber, and I myself will run ahead and turn into a soft carpet with silk pillows. oskakkah.ru - website

If the brothers want to lie down, rest, then they will be burned by fire!

The snake answers her:
- And you have a good idea! Well, my dear daughters-in-law, if you do not destroy them, then tomorrow I myself will catch up with them and swallow all three.

Ivan, the peasant son, listened to all this and returned to his brothers.
- Well, did you find your handkerchief? the brothers ask.
- Found.
And it was worth the time!
- It was worth it, brothers!

After that, the brothers gathered and went home.
They go through the steppes, they go through the meadows. And the day is so hot that there is no patience, the thirst is exhausted. The brothers are watching - there is a well, a silver ladle floats in the well. They say to Ivan:
- Come on, brother, let's stop, drink cold water and water the horses.
- It is not known what kind of water is in that well, - Ivan answers. - Maybe rotten and dirty.

He jumped off his good horse, began to chop and chop this well with a sword. The well howled, roared in a bad voice. Suddenly a fog came down, the heat subsided, and I didn’t want to drink.
- You see, brothers, what water was in the well! Ivan says.
They went further.
How long, how short - they saw an apple tree. Ripe and ruddy apples hang on it.

The brothers jumped off their horses, they wanted to tear the apples, and Ivan, the peasant's son, ran ahead and let's chop and chop the apple tree with a sword. The apple tree howled, screamed ...
- See, brothers, what kind of apple tree is this? Tasteless apples!

They rode and rode and got very tired. They look - there is a soft carpet on the field, and down pillows on it.
- Let's lie down on this carpet, rest a little! the brothers say.
- No, brothers, it will not be soft on this carpet! Ivan answers.

The brothers were angry with him:
- What kind of pointer are you to us: that is impossible, the other is impossible!

Ivan did not say a word in response, took off his sash and threw it on the carpet. The sash burst into flames - nothing remained in place.
- That would be the same with you! Ivan says to his brothers.

He went up to the carpet and let's cut the carpet and pillows into small shreds with a sword. Chopped up, scattered to the sides and says:
- In vain you, brothers, grumbled at me! After all, the well, and the apple tree, and this carpet - all were miraculous wives. They wanted to destroy us, but they did not succeed: they all died themselves!
The brothers went on.

How much, how little, they drove - suddenly the sky darkened, the wind howled, buzzed: the old snake itself flies after them. She opened her mouth from heaven to earth - she wants to swallow Ivan and his brothers. Then the good fellows, don't be bad, pulled out of their knapsacks a pood of salt from their travel bags and threw it into the snake's mouth.
The snake was delighted - she thought that Ivan, the peasant son with his brothers, was captured. She stopped and began to chew salt. And as I tried it, I realized that these were not good fellows, and again rushed off in pursuit.

Ivan sees that the trouble is imminent - he let his horse run at full speed, and the brothers followed him. Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping...

They look - there is a forge, and twelve blacksmiths work in that forge.
- Blacksmiths, blacksmiths, - says Ivan, - let us into your forge!

The blacksmiths let the brothers in, behind them they closed the forge with twelve iron doors, with twelve forged locks.

A snake flew up to the forge and shouted:
- Blacksmiths, blacksmiths, give me Ivan - a peasant son with brothers! And the blacksmiths answered her:
- Lick twelve iron doors with your tongue, then you'll take it!

The snake began to lick the iron doors. Licked, licked, licked, licked - licked eleven doors. There is only one door left...
Tired snake, sat down to rest.

Then Ivan - the peasant's son jumped out of the forge, picked up the snake and hit it on the damp ground with all his might. It crumbled into small dust, and the wind scattered that dust in all directions. Since then, all miracles and snakes in that region have hatched, people began to live without fear.

And Ivan, a peasant son with his brothers, returned home, to his father, to his mother, and they began to live and live, to plow the field and collect bread.
And now they live.

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Russian folk tale Ivan the peasant son and the miracle Yudo

In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived an old man and an old woman, and they had three sons. The youngest was called Ivanushka. They lived - they were not lazy, they worked all day, they plowed arable land and sowed bread.

The news suddenly spread in that kingdom-state: the filthy miracle Yudo was going to attack their land, exterminate all the people, burn the towns and villages with fire. The old man and the old woman were tormented, they were grieving. And their sons console them:

Do not grieve, father and mother, we will go to the miracle Yudo, we will fight him to the death. And in order not to yearn for you alone, let Ivanushka stay with you: he is still very young to go to battle.

No, - says Ivan, - it doesn’t suit me to stay at home and wait for you, I’ll go and fight with a miracle!

The old man and the old woman did not stop and dissuade Ivanushka, and they equipped all three sons on their way. The brothers took damask swords, took knapsacks with bread and salt, sat on good horses and rode off.

They drove and drove and came to a village. They look - there is not a single living soul around, everything is burnt, broken, there is one small hut, barely holding on. The brothers entered the hut. An old woman lies on the stove and groans.

Hello, grandmother, the brothers say.

Hello good fellows! Where are you on your way?

We are going, grandmother, to the Smorodina River, to the Kalinov Bridge. We want to fight with a miracle Yud, not to allow it to our land.

Oh, well done, they got down to business! After all, he, the villain, ruined everyone, plundered, betrayed a fierce death. Nearby kingdoms - at least a rolling ball. And started coming here. In this direction, only I remained alone: ​​it is clear that I am a miracle, and I am not fit for food.

The brothers spent the night with the old woman, got up early in the morning and set off again on the road.

They drive up to the Smorodina River itself, to the Kalinov Bridge. Human bones lie all over the shore.

The brothers found an empty hut and decided to stay in it.

Well, brothers, - says Ivan, - we drove into an alien side, we need to listen to everything and look closely. Let's go on patrol one by one, so that the miracle Yudo does not pass through the Kalinov bridge.

On the first night, the older brother went on patrol. He walked along the bank, looked at the Smorodina River - everything was quiet, no one could be seen, nothing could be heard. He lay down under a willow bush and fell sound asleep, snoring loudly.

And Ivan lies in a hut, he can’t fall asleep in any way. He does not sleep, he does not doze off. As the time went past midnight, he took his damask sword and went to the Smorodina River. Looks - under a bush the elder brother is sleeping, snoring with all his might. Ivan did not wake him up, hid under the Kalinov bridge, stands, guards the crossing.

Suddenly, the waters on the river were agitated, the eagles screamed on the oaks - a miracle Yudo with six heads leaves. He rode out into the middle of the Kalinov Bridge - the horse stumbled under him, the black raven on his shoulder started up, and behind him the black dog bristled.

Says the six-headed miracle Yudo:

What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why, black raven, startled? Why, black dog, bristled? Or do you sense that Ivan is a peasant's son here? So he was not yet born, and if he was born, he did not fit into the battle. I'll put him on one hand, slam the other - it will only get wet!

Ivan, the peasant son, came out from under the bridge and said:

Don't brag, you filthy miracle! Without shooting a clear falcon, it's too early to pluck feathers. Without recognizing a good fellow, there is nothing to blaspheme him. Come on, it's better to try strength; whoever overcomes, he will boast.

So they came together, drew level, and hit so hard that the earth groaned all around.

Miracle Yudu was not lucky: Ivan, a peasant son, knocked down three of his heads with one swing.

Stop, Ivan is a peasant's son! - shouts miracle Yudo. - Give me a break!

What a rest! You, miracle Yudo, have three heads, and I have one! This is how you will have one head, then we will rest.

Again they converged, again hit.

Ivan, the peasant's son, cut off the last three heads of the Miracle Yuda. After that, he cut the body into small pieces and threw it into the Smorodina River, and folded the bridge under the viburnum six heads. He himself returned to the hut.

In the morning the elder brother comes. Ivan asks him:

Well, didn't you see something?

No, brothers, not even a fly flew past me.

Ivan didn't say a word to him.

The next night the middle brother went on patrol. He looked like, looked around, looked around and calmed down. I climbed into the bushes and fell asleep.

Ivan did not rely on him either. As the time went past midnight, he immediately equipped himself, took his sharp sword and went to the Smorodina River. He hid under the Kalinov bridge and began to guard.

Suddenly, the waters on the river were agitated, the eagles screamed on the oaks - the nine-headed miracle Yudo leaves. As soon as he entered the Kalinov bridge, the horse stumbled under it, the black raven on his shoulder started up, the black dog bristled behind him ... The miracle of the horse is on the sides, the crow is on the feathers, the dog is on the ears!

What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why, black raven, startled? Why, black dog, bristled? Or do you sense that Ivan is a peasant's son here? So he was not yet born, and if he was born, he didn’t fit into battle: I’ll kill him with one finger!

Ivan jumped out - a peasant son from under the Kalinov bridge:

Wait, miracle Yudo, do not boast, first get down to business! It is not yet known who will take it.

As soon as Ivan waved his damask sword once or twice, he took off six heads from the miracle-yuda. And the miracle Yudo hit, drove the earth into the cheese on Ivan’s knee. Ivan, the peasant son, grabbed a handful of earth and threw it right in the eyes of his adversary. While the miracle Yudo was rubbing and cleaning his eyes, Ivan cut off the rest of his heads as well. Then he took the torso, cut it into small pieces and threw it into the Smorodina River, and folded the nine heads under the viburnum. He himself returned to the hut, lay down and fell asleep.

In the morning the middle brother comes.

Well, - Ivan asks, - didn't you see anything during the night?

No, not a single fly flew near me, not a single mosquito squeaked nearby.

Well, if so, come with me, dear brothers, I will show you both a mosquito and a fly!

Ivan brought the brothers under the Kalinov bridge, showed them the miracle Yudov's heads.

Here, - he says, - what flies and mosquitoes fly here at night! You do not fight, but lie at home on the stove.

The brothers were ashamed.

Sleep, - they say, - knocked down ...

On the third night, Ivan himself was about to go on patrol.

“I,” he says, “I’m going to a terrible battle, but you, brothers, don’t sleep all night, listen: when you hear my whistle, release my horse and hurry to help me yourself.

Ivan came - a peasant son to the Smorodina River, stands under the viburnum bridge, waiting.

As soon as the time went past midnight, the damp earth swayed, the waters in the river stirred, violent winds howled, eagles screamed on the oaks ... The twelve-headed miracle Yudo leaves. All twelve heads are whistling, all twelve are bursting with fire and flames. The horse of a miracle-yuda with twelve wings, the horse's hair is copper, the tail and mane are iron. As soon as the miracle Yudo drove onto the Kalinov bridge - the horse stumbled under it, the black raven on his shoulder started up, the black dog bristled behind him. Miracle Yudo of a horse with a whip on the sides, a crow - on feathers, a dog - on the ears!

What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why, black raven, startled? Why, black dog, bristled? Or do you sense that Ivan is a peasant's son here? So he has not yet been born, and if he was born, he didn’t fit into the battle: I’ll just blow - he won’t be left as dust!

Ivan, the peasant son, came out from under the Kalinov bridge:

Wait to boast: how not to be disgraced!

It's you, Ivan - the peasant's son! Why did you come?

Look at you, enemy force, try your fortress.

Where do you want to try my fortress! You are a fly in front of me.

Ivan, the peasant son of a miracle, answers:

I came neither to tell you fairy tales, nor to listen to yours. I came to fight to the death, to save good people from you, damned!

Ivan swung his sharp sword and cut off three heads of the miracle-yuda. Chudo-Yudo picked up these heads, scribbled at them with his fiery finger - and immediately all the heads grew back, as if they had not fallen from their shoulders.

Ivan, the peasant son, had a bad time: the miracle Yudo stuns him with a whistle, burns and burns him with fire, showers him with sparks, drives the earth knee-deep into cheese. And he laughs:

Don't you want to rest, get better, Ivan is a peasant's son?

What a vacation! In our opinion - beat, cut, do not take care of yourself! Ivan says.

He whistled, barked, threw his right mitten into the hut where the brothers remained. The mitten has broken all the glass in the windows, but the brothers are asleep, they hear nothing.

Ivan gathered his strength, swung again, stronger than before, and cut down six heads of the miracle-yud.

Chudo-Yudo picked up his heads, drew a fiery finger - and again all the heads were in place. He rushed here at Ivan, beat him to the waist in the damp earth.

Ivan sees - things are bad. He took off his left mitten, launched into the hut. The mitten broke through the roof, but the brothers are still sleeping, they don’t hear anything.

For the third time, Ivan swung - the peasant's son even stronger and cut down nine heads of the miracle. Miracle Yudo picked them up, drew them with a fiery finger - the heads grew back again. He rushed at Ivan and drove him into the ground up to his shoulders.

Ivan took off his hat and threw it into the hut. From that blow, the hut staggered, almost rolled over the logs.

Just then the brothers woke up, they heard - Ivanov's horse neighs loudly and breaks from the chains.

They rushed to the stable, lowered the horse, and after him they themselves ran to help Ivan.

Ivanov's horse came running, began to beat the miracle Yudo with his hooves. The miracle Yudo whistled, hissed, began to shower the horse with sparks ... And Ivan, the peasant son, meanwhile got out of the ground, got used to it and cut off the fiery finger of the miracle Yudu. After that, let's chop off his heads, knocked down every single one, cut his body into small parts and threw everything into the Smorodina River.

The brothers are here.

Oh you sleepy! Ivan says. - Because of your sleep, I almost paid with my head.

His brothers brought him to the hut, washed him, fed him, gave him drink and put him to bed.

Early in the morning, Ivan got up, began to dress and put on shoes.

Where are you up so early? the brothers say. - I would rest after such a massacre.

No, - Ivan answers, - I don’t have time to rest: I’ll go to the Smorodina River to look for my scarf - I dropped it.

Hunt for you! the brothers say. - Let's go to the city - buy a new one.

No, I need one!

Ivan went to the Smorodina River, crossed to the other side across the Kalinov bridge and crept to the miraculous Yudov stone chambers. He went to the open window and began to listen to see if they were plotting something else. He looks - three miraculous wives and a mother, an old snake, are sitting in the wards. They sit and talk.

Elder says:

I will take revenge on Ivan - the peasant son for my husband! I’ll get ahead of myself when he and his brothers return home, I’ll turn on the heat, and I myself will turn into a well. They want to drink water and burst from the first sip!

This is a good one you came up with! says the old snake.

The second said:

And I will run ahead and turn into an apple tree. They want to eat an apple - then they will be torn into small pieces!

And you thought well! says the old snake.

And I, - says the third, - will let them sleep and slumber, and I myself will run ahead and turn into a soft carpet with silk pillows. If the brothers want to lie down, rest, then they will be burned by fire!

The snake answers her:

And you have a good idea! Well, my dear daughters-in-law, if you do not destroy them, then tomorrow I myself will catch up with them and swallow all three.

Ivan, the peasant son, listened to all this and returned to his brothers.

Well, did you find your handkerchief? the brothers ask.

And it was worth the time!

It's worth it, brothers!

After that, the brothers gathered and went home.

They go through the steppes, they go through the meadows. And the day is so hot that there is no patience, the thirst is exhausted. The brothers are watching - there is a well, a silver ladle floats in the well. They say to Ivan:

Come on, brother, let's stop, drink cold water and water the horses.

It is not known what kind of water is in that well, - Ivan answers. - Maybe rotten and dirty.

He jumped off his good horse, began to chop and chop this well with a sword. The well howled, roared in a bad voice. Suddenly a fog came down, the heat subsided, and I didn’t want to drink.

You see, brothers, what water was in the well! Ivan says.

How long, how short - they saw an apple tree. Ripe and ruddy apples hang on it.

The brothers jumped off their horses, they wanted to tear the apples, and Ivan, the peasant's son, ran ahead and let's chop and chop the apple tree with a sword. The apple tree howled, screamed ...

Do you see, brothers, what kind of apple tree is this? Tasteless apples!

They rode and rode and got very tired. They look - there is a soft carpet on the field, and down pillows on it.

Lie down on this carpet, rest a little! the brothers say.

No, brothers, it will not be soft to lie on this carpet! Ivan answers.

The brothers were angry with him:

What kind of pointer are you to us: that is impossible, the other is impossible!

Ivan did not say a word in response, took off his sash and threw it on the carpet. The sash burst into flames - nothing remained in place.

That would be the same with you! Ivan says to his brothers.

He went up to the carpet and let's cut the carpet and pillows into small shreds with a sword. Chopped up, scattered to the sides and says:

In vain you, brothers, grumbled at me! After all, the well, and the apple tree, and this carpet - all were miraculous wives. They wanted to destroy us, but they did not succeed: they all died themselves!

How much, how little, they drove - suddenly the sky darkened, the wind howled, buzzed: the old snake itself flies after them. She opened her mouth from heaven to earth - she wants to swallow Ivan and his brothers. Then the good fellows, don't be bad, pulled out of their knapsacks a pood of salt from their travel bags and threw it into the snake's mouth.

The snake was delighted - she thought that Ivan, the peasant son with his brothers, was captured. She stopped and began to chew salt. And as I tried it, I realized that these were not good fellows, and again rushed off in pursuit.

Ivan sees that the trouble is imminent - he let his horse run at full speed, and the brothers followed him. Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping...

They look - there is a forge, and twelve blacksmiths work in that forge.

Blacksmiths, blacksmiths, - says Ivan, - let us into your forge!

The blacksmiths let the brothers in, behind them they closed the forge with twelve iron doors, with twelve forged locks.

A snake flew up to the forge and shouted:

Blacksmiths, blacksmiths, give me Ivan - a peasant son with brothers! And the blacksmiths answered her:

Run your tongue through twelve iron doors, and then you'll take it!

The snake began to lick the iron doors. Licked, licked, licked, licked - licked eleven doors. There is only one door left...

Tired snake, sat down to rest.

Then Ivan - the peasant's son jumped out of the forge, picked up the snake and hit it on the damp ground with all his might. It crumbled into small dust, and the wind scattered that dust in all directions. Since then, all miracles and snakes in that region have hatched, people began to live without fear.

And Ivan, a peasant son with his brothers, returned home, to his father, to his mother, and they began to live and live, to plow the field and collect bread.

Three brothers lived in a certain kingdom-state. The youngest was named Ivan.
The brothers found out that Miracle-Yudo was going to attack their kingdom. It goes across the Smorodina River, across the Kalinov Bridge.
- Let's go to Miracle Yudo! the brothers decided. - We will not let the Serpent across the Kalinov bridge.
They came to the bridge and agreed to take turns guarding.
The first night the older brother went, and fell asleep under a bush.
But Ivan can’t sleep, he went out to the river. Suddenly the water boiled - the Miracle-Yudo One-Headed Serpent leaves. Ivan swung his mace and once - the head of the Snake was demolished!
And in the morning, the elder brother said that, they say, the Snake did not wait.
On the second night, the same thing happened to the middle brother - and he fell asleep. And this time Ivan slew the Three-Headed Serpent.
And in the morning the middle brother said that, to his chagrin, the Serpent did not appear.
On the third night, Ivan's turn came - he went to guard the bridge. Only the stars lit up and the moon shone in the sky - the Miracle-Yudo Six-Headed Serpent is coming, the earth trembles under it. The tail of the Serpent breaks the trees, the fire breaks out of the mouth - everything on the way burns. All night Ivan fought and fought with the Serpent, by the morning he overcame the filthy monster by force!
Then he crossed to the other side and crept to the Chudo-Yudov dwelling.
He looks - the Wonder-Yudov wives are sitting and conspiring how to take revenge on Ivan, to kill the brothers from the world.
Two wives decided to poison the brothers: one will turn into a well, and the other into an apple tree.
- And I'll burn them alive! boasts a third.
That's what they decided on.
Ivan returned to the brothers and said no more snake. They rejoiced and headed home. And then the elder brother was overcome by thirst, looking - there is a well by the road.
- Wait, brother! - says Ivan, and let's thresh that well with a mace.
The well howled, roared in a bad voice...
How long, how short they walked - they saw an apple tree. And there are such ruddy and liquid apples on it that the middle brother could not resist - he extended his hand to treat himself to a ripe fruit.
And Ivan says:
- Don't rush, brother!
And cut down that apple tree. Howled, screamed apple tree ...
They walked, walked, got tired. They look - a soft carpet lies on the field. The brothers decided to have a rest - after all, it is still far to go to the house.
And Ivan says:
- No, brothers, do not lie down on the carpet!
Here the brothers could not stand it, they got angry:
- What kind of pointer are you to us: that is impossible, the other is impossible! They wanted to get drunk - they didn’t allow it, they didn’t allow to eat a ripe apple. We won't listen to you anymore.
Ivan did not argue with his older brothers. He untied his sash and threw it on the carpet - it flared up with a bright flame.
Ivan told who the well, the apple tree and the carpet were. He also told about how he had to fight with the Serpents, how he defeated them in a difficult battle.
The brothers felt ashamed, they obeyed. Ivan forgave them. And then they all cut that carpet together and went home with a merry song.

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In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived an old man and an old woman, and they had three sons. The youngest was called Ivanushka. They lived - they were not lazy, they worked all day, they plowed arable land and sowed bread.
The news suddenly spread in that kingdom-state: the filthy miracle Yudo was going to attack their land, exterminate all the people, burn the towns and villages with fire. The old man and the old woman were tormented, they were grieving. And their sons console them:
- Do not grieve, father and mother, we will go to the miracle Yudo, we will fight him to the death. And in order not to yearn for you alone, let Ivanushka stay with you: he is still very young to go to battle.
“No,” says Ivan, “it doesn’t suit me to stay at home and wait for you, I’ll go and fight with a miracle!”
The old man and the old woman did not stop and dissuade Ivanushka, and they equipped all three sons on their way. The brothers took damask swords, took knapsacks with bread and salt, sat on good horses and rode off.
They drove and drove and came to a village. They look - there is not a single living soul around, everything is burnt, broken, there is one small hut, barely holding on. The brothers entered the hut. An old woman lies on the stove and groans.
“Hello, grandmother,” the brothers say.
— Hello, good fellows! Where are you on your way?
- We are going, grandmother, to the Smorodina River, to the Kalinov Bridge. We want to fight with a miracle Yud, not to allow it to our land.
- Oh, well done, they got down to business! After all, he, the villain, ruined everyone, plundered, betrayed a fierce death. Nearby kingdoms - even a rolling ball. And started coming here. In this direction, only I remained alone: ​​it is clear that I am a miracle, and I am not fit for food.
The brothers spent the night with the old woman, got up early in the morning and set off again on the road.
They drive up to the Smorodina River itself, to the Kalinov Bridge. Human bones lie all over the shore.
The brothers found an empty hut and decided to stay in it.
“Well, brothers,” says Ivan, “we drove into a foreign country, we need to listen to everything and look closely. Let's go on patrol one by one, so that the miracle Yudo does not pass through the Kalinov bridge.
On the first night, the older brother went on patrol. He walked along the bank, looked at the Smorodina River - everything was quiet, no one could be seen, nothing could be heard. He lay down under a willow bush and fell sound asleep, snoring loudly.
And Ivan lies in a hut, he can’t fall asleep in any way. He does not sleep, he does not doze off. As the time went past midnight, he took his damask sword and went to the Smorodina River. He looks - under the bush, the elder brother is sleeping, snoring with all his might. Ivan did not wake him up, hid under the Kalinov bridge, stands, guards the crossing.
Suddenly, the waters on the river were agitated, the eagles screamed on the oaks - a miracle Yudo with six heads leaves. He rode out into the middle of the Kalinov Bridge - the horse stumbled under him, the black raven on his shoulder started up, and behind him the black dog bristled.
Says the six-headed miracle Yudo:
- What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why, black raven, startled? Why, black dog, bristled? Or do you sense that Ivan is a peasant's son here? So he was not yet born, and if he was born, he was not fit for battle. I'll put him on one hand, slap him with the other - it will only get wet!
Ivan, the peasant son, came out from under the bridge and said:
"Don't brag, you filthy miracle Yudo!" Without shooting a clear falcon, it's too early to pluck feathers. Without recognizing a good fellow, there is nothing to blaspheme him. Come on, it's better to try strength; whoever overcomes, he will boast.
So they came together, drew level, and hit so hard that the earth groaned all around.
Miracle Yudu was not lucky: Ivan is a peasant son, knocked down three of his heads with one swing.
- Stop, Ivan - a peasant's son! - shouts miracle Yudo. - Give me a break!
— What a rest! You, miracle Yudo, have three heads, and I have one! This is how you will have one head, then we will rest.
Again they converged, again hit.
Ivan, the peasant's son, cut off the last three heads of the Miracle Yuda. After that, he cut the body into small pieces and threw it into the Smorodina River, and folded the bridge under the viburnum six heads. He himself returned to the hut.
In the morning the elder brother comes. Ivan asks him:
"Well, didn't you see anything?"
“No, brothers, not even a fly flew past me.
Ivan didn't say a word to him.
The next night the middle brother went on patrol. He looked like, looked around, looked around and calmed down. I climbed into the bushes and fell asleep.
Ivan did not rely on him either. As the time went past midnight, he immediately equipped himself, took his sharp sword and went to the Smorodina River. He hid under the Kalinov bridge and began to guard.
Suddenly, on the river, the waters were agitated, the eagles screamed on the oaks - the nine-headed miracle Yudo leaves. As soon as he entered the Kalinov bridge, the horse stumbled under it, the black raven on his shoulder started up, the black dog bristled behind him ... The miracle of the horse is on the sides, the crow is on the feathers, the dog is on the ears!
- What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why, black raven, startled? Why, black dog, bristled? Or do you sense that Ivan is a peasant's son here? So he was not yet born, and if he was born, he was not fit for battle: I will kill him with one finger!
Ivan jumped out - a peasant son from under the Kalinov bridge:
- Wait, miracle Yudo, do not boast, first get down to business! It is not yet known who will take it.
As soon as Ivan waved his damask sword once or twice, he took off six heads from the miracle-yuda. And the miracle Yudo hit, drove the earth into the cheese on Ivan’s knee. Ivan, the peasant son, grabbed a handful of earth and threw it into his opponent's eyes. While the miracle Yudo was rubbing and cleaning his eyes, Ivan cut off the rest of his heads as well. Then he took the torso, cut it into small pieces and threw it into the Smorodina River, and folded the nine heads under the viburnum. He himself returned to the hut, lay down and fell asleep.
In the morning the middle brother comes.
“Well, then,” Ivan asks, “didn’t you see anything during the night?”
- No, not a single fly flew near me, not a single mosquito squeaked nearby.
- Well, if so, come with me, dear brothers, I will show you both a mosquito and a fly!
Ivan brought the brothers under the Kalinov bridge, showed them the miracle Yudov's heads.
“Here,” he says, “what flies and mosquitoes fly here at night!” You do not fight, but lie at home on the stove.
The brothers were ashamed.
- Sleep, - they say, - knocked down ...
On the third night, Ivan himself was about to go on patrol.
“I,” he says, “I’m going to a terrible battle, but you, brothers, don’t sleep all night, listen: when you hear my whistle, release my horse and hurry to help me yourself.
Ivan came - a peasant son to the Smorodina River, stands under the viburnum bridge, waiting.
It was only past midnight, the damp earth began to sway, the waters in the river stirred, the violent winds howled, the eagles screamed on the oaks ... The twelve-headed miracle Yudo leaves. All twelve heads are whistling, all twelve are bursting with fire and flames. The horse of a miracle-yuda with twelve wings, the horse's hair is copper, the tail and mane are iron. As soon as the miracle Yudo drove onto the Kalinov Bridge, the horse stumbled under it, the black raven on his shoulder started up, the black dog bristled behind him. Miracle Yudo of a horse with a whip on the sides, a crow - on feathers, a dog - on the ears!
- What are you, my horse, stumbled? Why, black raven, startled? Why, black dog, bristled? Or do you sense that Ivan is a peasant's son here? So he was not yet born, and if he was born, he didn’t fit into the battle: I’ll just blow - he won’t be left as dust!
Ivan, the peasant son, came out from under the Kalinov Bridge:
- Wait to boast: how not to be disgraced!
- It's you, Ivan - a peasant's son! Why did you come?
- On you, the enemy force, to look, to try your fortress.
“Where would you like to try my fortress!” You are a fly in front of me.
Ivan, the peasant son of a miracle, answers:
“I came neither to tell you fairy tales, nor to listen to yours. I came to fight to the death, to save good people from you, damned!
Ivan swung his sharp sword and cut off three heads of the miracle-yuda. Chudo-Yudo picked up these heads, scribbled at them with his fiery finger - and immediately all the heads grew back, as if they had not fallen from their shoulders.
Ivan, the peasant son, had a bad time: the miracle Yudo stuns him with a whistle, burns and burns him with fire, showers him with sparks, drives the earth knee-deep into cheese. And he laughs:
“Don’t you want to rest, get better, Ivan is a peasant’s son?”
— What a rest! In our opinion - beat, cut, do not take care of yourself! Ivan says.
He whistled, barked, threw his right mitten into the hut where the brothers remained. The mitten has broken all the glass in the windows, but the brothers are asleep, they hear nothing.
Ivan gathered his strength, swung again, stronger than before, and cut down six heads of the miracle-yud.
Miracle Yudo picked up his heads, drew a fiery finger - and again all the heads were in place. He rushed here at Ivan, beat him to the waist in the damp earth.
Ivan sees - things are bad. He took off his left mitten, launched into the hut. The mitten broke through the roof, but the brothers are still sleeping, they don’t hear anything.
For the third time, Ivan, the peasant's son, swung even stronger and cut down nine heads of the miracle-yuda. Miracle Yudo picked them up, drew them with a fiery finger - the heads grew back again. He rushed at Ivan and drove him into the ground up to his shoulders.
Ivan took off his hat and threw it into the hut. From that blow, the hut staggered, almost rolled over the logs.
Just then the brothers woke up, they heard - Ivanov's horse neighs loudly and breaks from the chains.
They rushed to the stable, lowered the horse, and after him they themselves ran to help Ivan.
Ivanov's horse came running, began to beat the miracle Yudo with his hooves. The wonder-yudo whistled, hissed, began to shower the horse with sparks ... And Ivan, the peasant son, meanwhile got out of the ground, got used to it and cut off the fiery finger of the miracle-yudu. After that, let's chop off his heads, knocked down every single one, cut his body into small parts and threw everything into the Smorodina River.
The brothers are here.
- Oh, you sleepyheads! Ivan says. “Your sleep made me lose my head a little.
His brothers brought him to the hut, washed him, fed him, gave him drink and put him to bed.
Early in the morning, Ivan got up, began to dress and put on shoes.
"Where are you up so early?" the brothers say. “I would like to rest after such a battle.
- No, - Ivan answers, - I don’t have time to rest: I’ll go to the Smorodina River to look for my scarf - I dropped it.
- Hunt for you! the brothers say. - We'll go to the city - you can buy a new one.
No, I need one!
Ivan went to the Smorodina River, crossed to the other side across the Kalinov bridge and crept to the miraculous Yudov stone chambers. He went to the open window and began to listen to see if they were plotting something else. He looks - three miraculous wives and a mother, an old snake, are sitting in the wards. They sit and talk.
Elder says:

- I will avenge Ivan - the peasant son for my husband! I’ll get ahead of myself when he and his brothers return home, I’ll turn on the heat, and I myself will turn into a well. They want to drink water and burst from the first sip!
- You have a good idea! says the old snake.
The second said:
- And I will run ahead and turn into an apple tree. If they want to eat an apple, then they will be torn into small pieces!
- And you thought well! says the old snake.
- And I, - says the third, - will let them sleep and slumber, and I myself will run ahead and turn myself into a soft carpet with silk pillows. If the brothers want to lie down, rest, then they will be burned by fire!
The snake answers her:
- And you have a good idea! Well, my dear daughters-in-law, if you do not destroy them, then tomorrow I myself will catch up with them and swallow all three.
Ivan, the peasant son, listened to all this and returned to his brothers.
Well, did you find your handkerchief? the brothers ask.
- Found.
And it was worth the time!
— It was worth it, brothers!
After that, the brothers gathered and went home.
They go through the steppes, they go through the meadows. And the day is so hot that there is no patience, the thirst is exhausted. The brothers are watching - there is a well, a silver ladle floats in the well. They say to Ivan:
- Come on, brother, let's stop, drink some cold water and water the horses.
- It is not known what kind of water is in that well, - Ivan answers. - Maybe rotten and dirty.
He jumped off his good horse, began to chop and chop this well with a sword. The well howled, roared in a bad voice. Suddenly a fog came down, the heat subsided, and I didn’t want to drink.
- You see, brothers, what water was in the well! Ivan says.
They went further.
How long, how short - they saw an apple tree. Ripe and ruddy apples hang on it.
The brothers jumped off their horses, they wanted to tear the apples, and Ivan, the peasant's son, ran ahead and let's chop and chop the apple tree with a sword. The apple tree howled, screamed ...
- See, brothers, what kind of apple tree is this? Tasteless apples!
The brothers got on their horses and rode on.
They rode and rode and got very tired. They look - there is a soft carpet on the field, and down pillows on it.
“Let’s lie down on this carpet, let’s rest a bit!” the brothers say.
- No, brothers, it will not be soft to lie on this carpet! Ivan answers.
The brothers were angry with him:
- What kind of pointer are you to us: that is impossible, the other is impossible!
Ivan did not say a word in response, took off his sash and threw it on the carpet. The sash burst into flames - nothing remained in place.
“That would be the same with you!” Ivan says to his brothers.
He went up to the carpet and let's cut the carpet and pillows into small shreds with a sword. Chopped up, scattered to the sides and says:
- In vain you, brothers, grumbled at me! After all, the well, and the apple tree, and this carpet - all the miraculous wives were. They wanted to destroy us, but they did not succeed: they all died themselves!
The brothers went on.
How much, how little, they drove - suddenly the sky darkened, the wind howled, buzzed: the old snake itself flies after them. She opened her mouth from heaven to earth - she wants to swallow Ivan and his brothers. Then the good fellows, don't be bad, pulled out of their knapsacks a pood of salt from their travel bags and threw it into the snake's mouth.
The snake was delighted - she thought that Ivan, the peasant son with his brothers, was captured. She stopped and began to chew salt. And as I tried it, I realized that these were not good fellows, and again rushed off in pursuit.
Ivan sees that the trouble is imminent - he let his horse run at full speed, and the brothers followed him. Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping ...
They look - there is a forge, and twelve blacksmiths work in that forge.
“Blacksmiths, blacksmiths,” Ivan says, “let us into your forge!”
The blacksmiths let the brothers in, behind them they closed the forge with twelve iron doors, with twelve forged locks.
A snake flew up to the forge and shouted:
- Blacksmiths, blacksmiths, give me Ivan - a peasant son with brothers! And the blacksmiths answered her:
“Click twelve iron doors with your tongue, and then you will take it!”
The snake began to lick the iron doors. Licked, licked, licked, licked - licked eleven doors. There is only one door left...
Tired snake, sat down to rest.
Then Ivan, the peasant's son, jumped out of the forge, picked up the snake and hit it with all his might on the damp earth. It crumbled into small dust, and the wind scattered that dust in all directions. Since then, all miracles and snakes in that region have hatched, people began to live without fear.
And Ivan, a peasant son with his brothers, returned home, to his father, to his mother, and they began to live and live, to plow the field and collect bread.
And now they live.