From branch to branch, from the roof to the ground - a jump-jump.

- Chick-chirp! Chick-chirp! - From morning to evening, a restless sparrow flutters, has fun. Everything to him, the little one, does not care. There a grain will bite, here it will find a worm. That is how he lives.

An old crow was sitting in a tree. Black, evil, important. She looked sideways with one eye at the sparrow and envied his fun. A sparrow sits down and flies up, sits down again - flies up again. Chick-chirp! Chick-chirp! An obnoxious sparrow!

- A sparrow, and a sparrow, - asks the crow, - how are you doing? How do you get food for yourself?

And a sparrow cannot sit still for a minute.

“I’m pecking at the reed,” the sparrow answers in flight.

- And if you choke, then how? Do you have to die?

- Why die right away? Scratch, scratch with claws and pull out.

- And if it starts bleeding, what will you do?

- Drink water, rinse, the blood will stop.

- Well, and if you wet your paws in water, you freeze, catch a cold, and your paws will hurt?

- Chick-chirp, chick-chirp! I'll light the fire, I'll warm my paws, I'll be healthy again.

- What if you start a fire? What then?

- I will wave my wings, put out the fire.

- And you will burn your wings, then how will you fly?

- I will ask the doctor, he will cure me.

The crow does not calm down:

- And if the doctor is not there? What to do then?

- Chick-chirp! Chick-chirp! There, you see, a grain will turn up, there will be a worm, there will be a cozy place for a nest, the sun will warmly warmly, the breeze will blow. So I’ll be cured without a doctor, I’ll stay alive!

The sparrow said so, fluttered - and was like that. And the old crow puffed up, turned up its eyes, drove its beak with displeasure.

Good life, wonderful! Live, don't hang your nose. Be as cheerful as a sparrow.

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Epic and sparrow

The sparrow sat on a blade of grass and wanted her to shake him. But the blade of grass did not want to stir the sparrow, took it and threw it off.

The sparrow got angry at a blade of grass, chirped:

Wait, you lazy person, I'll send goats on you! A sparrow flew to the goats:

Goats, goats, go gnaw a blade of grass, it does not want to shake me!

Sparrow goats disobeyed.

Wait, goats, I'll send wolves on you!

A sparrow flew to the wolves;

Wolves, wolves, go strangle the goats, they don't want to gnaw a blade of grass, but the blade of grass does not want to shake me.

The wolves also disobeyed him.

Wait, wolves, I'll send hunters on you! A sparrow flew to the hunters:

Hunters, hunters, go beat the wolves, they don't want to strangle the goats, and the goats don't want to gnaw a blade of grass, and the blade of grass doesn't wiggle me!

The hunters also disobeyed him.

Wait, hunters, I’ll put ropes on you!

The sparrow flew to the ropes:

Ropes, ropes, go knit the hunters, otherwise the hunters do not want to beat the wolves, the wolves do not want to choke the goats, they do not want to gnaw a blade of grass, and the blade of grass does not want to shake me!

The ropes were also disobeyed.

Wait, ropes, I'll send fire on you! The sparrow flew to the fire:

Fire, fire, go to burn the ropes, otherwise the hunters don’t want to knit the ropes, the hunters don’t want to beat the wolves, and the wolves don’t want to choke the goats, they don’t want to gnaw a blade of grass, and the blade of grass doesn’t want to shake me!

The fire did not obey either.

Wait, fire, I will send water on you! A sparrow flew to the river:

Water, water, go put out the fire, otherwise they don't want to burn the fire of the ropes, they don’t want to knit the ropes of the hunters, the hunters don’t want to beat the wolves, the wolves don’t want to choke the goats, they don’t want to gnaw a blade of grass, and the blade of grass doesn’t want to shake me!

The water also disobeyed.

Wait, water, I'll send oxen on you! A sparrow flew to the oxen:

Oxen, oxen, go drink water, otherwise the water does not want to extinguish the fire, the fire does not want to burn the ropes, the hunters don’t want to knit the ropes, the hunters don’t want to beat the wolves, the wolves don’t want to choke the goats, they don’t want to gnaw a blade of grass, but the blade of grass doesn’t want to shake me!

The oxen did not obey either.

Wait a minute, oxen, I’ll put some fucking on you! Didn't obey and the idiot.

Wait, you dumbass, I'll send worms on you! The worms also disobeyed.

Wait, worms, I'll put chickens on you! A sparrow flew to the chickens, began to ask them to help in trouble.

Okay, - answered the chickens, - we will help! The chickens went to peck the worms, and now they are pecking. Send the worms to sharpen, and now they are sharpening. Fucking oxen went to beat them - and now they are beating. Send the oxen to drink water - and now they are drinking. The water went to extinguish the fire - and now it extinguishes. Send the ropes of the hunters to knit - and now they are knitting.

The hunters of the wolves have gone to beat - and now they are beating. The wolves have gone to strangle the goats - and now they are strangling. The goats have gone to gnaw a blade of grass - and now they are gnawing. The blade of the sparrow began to wiggle - and now it wiggles.

Sparrow and blade

A sparrow flew up onto a blade of grass * and says:

Rock the sparrow, good fellow! Answers:

I do not want!

Go for a goat, let the goat come to gnaw a blade of grass, does not want to rock the blade of a sparrow, good fellow.

And the goat says:

I do not want!

Go get the beast. Go, wolf, there is a goat, a goat does not want to gnaw a blade of grass, but a blade of grass does not want to shake a sparrow, good fellow,

Wolf says:

I do not want!

Go, people, to beat the wolf, the wolf does not want to cut the goat, and the goat-blade of grass does not want to gnaw the sparrow, good fellow.

People says:

We do not want!

Go, - he says, - then for the Tatars. Tatars, Tatars! Go chop people down, people don't want to beat a wolf, but a wolf doesn't want to cut a goat, a goat - to gnaw a blade of grass, and a blade of grass to shake a sparrow, good fellow.

And the Tatars say:

We don't want to cut people down!

And people say - we don't want to beat the wolf; and the wolf says - I don't want to slaughter the goat; and the goat says - I don't want to gnaw a blade of grass; and a blade of grass says - I don't want to swing a sparrow, good fellow.

Go, - says the sparrow, - for the fire! After all, the Tatars do not want to chop people down, people do not want to beat a wolf, and a wolf does not want to cut a goat, and a goat does not want to gnaw a blade of grass, and a blade of grass does not want to shake a sparrow, good fellow.

And the fire says:

I do not want!

And the sparrow says (look, he orders everything to his servants):

Walk on the water! Go, water, put out the fire, because the fire does not want to burn the Tatars, and the Tatars do not want to chop people down, and people do not want to beat the wolf, and the wolf does not want to cut the goat, and the goat does not want to gnaw a blade of grass, and the blade of grass does not want to shake the sparrow, good well done! And the water says:

I do not want!

Go for the oxen! Oxen, oxen! Go, oxen, drink water, the water does not want to extinguish the fire, the Tatars do not want to shoot down the fire, the Tatars do not want to chop people down, the people do not want to beat the wolf, and the wolf does not want to cut goat and goat does not want to gnaw a blade of grass, but a blade of grass does not want to rock a sparrow, good fellow.

So the oxen do not want!

Here is a sparrow and says:

Go get some fucking **! Let the oxen go to beat them, because the oxen do not want to drink water, they do not want to extinguish the fire water, but the Tatars do not want to burn the fire, the Tatars do not want to chop people down, the people do not want to beat the wolf, the wolf does not want to cut the goat, and the goat does not want to gnaw a blade of grass, and the blade of grass does not want to rock the sparrow, good fellow. Dolbnya says:

I do not want!

Go, worms, sharpen your dumbbells, because they don’t want to beat the bulls, they don’t want to drink water, and the water doesn’t want to put out the fire, the Tatars don’t want to burn the fire of the Tatars, and the Tatars don’t want to chop people down, and people don’t want to beat the wolf, and the wolf doesn’t wants to cut a goat, but a goat does not want to gnaw a blade of grass, and a blade of grass does not want to rock a sparrow, good fellow.

The worms don't want to.

Go, - he says, - for chickens! Go, chickens, peck worms, they don’t want to grind worms, they don’t want to beat oxen, they don’t want to drink water, they don’t want to extinguish water, but the fire doesn’t want to burn Tatars, Tatars don’t want to chop people down, and people don’t want to beat a wolf , the wolf does not want to cut the goat, and the goat does not want to gnaw a blade of grass, and the blade of grass does not want to rock the sparrow, good fellow.

And chickens say:

We do not want.

Go, - he says, - to the kite! Go, you kite, grab the chickens, because the chickens do not want to peck at the worms, and the worms do not want to sharpen the hollow, and the hollow does not want to beat the oxen, and the oxen don’t want to drink water, and the water doesn’t want to put out the fire, the Tatars don’t want to burn the fire of the Tatars, don’t Tatars want to chop people down, but people do not want to beat a wolf, and wolves do not want to slaughter a goat, and a goat does not want to gnaw a blade of grass, and a blade of grass does not want to shake a sparrow, good fellow!

A kite for chickens, chickens for worms, worms for a hollow, a dumb for oxen, and oxen for water, and water for fire, fire for Tatars, and Tatars for people, people for a wolf, and a wolf for a goat, a goat for a blade of grass, and a blade of grass then:

K-o-o-lykh, k-o-o-lykh,

His old man is a hundred dashing!

* Epic (f.) - a stalk of grass. (Not a blade of grass grows there) (Source: Dictionary Russian language D.N. Ushakov)
** Dolbnya (dolbukha, dolbeha, dolbeshka, dolbovnya w. Mallet, chekmar) - a kind of large wooden hammer or log with a hewn handle, rammer. (You can't screw it into your head.) (Source: Explanatory Dictionary of the Russian Language by V. Dahl)

Fox and sparrow

One day a fox caught a sparrow.

- Oh, fox, will you eat me? Wait a little! The sparrow pleaded. “You forgot to sing the hunting song. It's all the same for me to die, and you won't be lucky next time!

"He speaks the truth," thought the fox, lifted her muzzle and began:

But as soon as she had time to open her mouth, the sparrow fluttered and sat down on a tree. There he straightened the crumpled feathers, cleaned his beak and, looking at the fox, began to jump from branch to branch.

The deceived fox pretended to be offended and said to the sparrow:

- Than to tease me, you at least advise where I could eat.

“Okay, follow me,” the sparrow answered and flew away. The fox, wagging its tail, ran after him. Soon they noticed a woman with a boy. She carried a bowl of hominy on her head, and in her hand a jug of sour milk.

“Stay here, fox,” said the sparrow. - I will pretend to be crippled, the woman will leave her burden and chase after me. Look, don't yawn here!

The sparrow flew up and fell in front of the woman, pretending he could not fly. The boy joined his mother to catch the sparrow. The mother put her burden on the ground and chased the bird. The little son ran after. The sparrow jumped from place to place and took them further and further. Meanwhile, the fox went to the left bowl, ate the hominy and licked the jug of yogurt.

- Well, the chanterelle, are you full? The sparrow asked when he returned.

- My friend, - answered the fox, - I am very grateful to you - I ate to the bone!

- And now what else do you want?

- Make me laugh enough, then dinner will be good.

“Okay, follow me,” said the sparrow.

He flew to the field, where three brothers, stubborn and narrow-minded, were hoeing corn.

- Stay, fox, here by the fence and see what I do, - said the sparrow.

Then he fluttered and sat on the head of his older brother.

- Stop, don't move! - shouted the middle brother.

He lifted the hoe and, thinking of killing the sparrow, grabbed the elder on the head so that he fell off his feet. And the sparrow moved to the head of the middle brother.

Then the younger brother, in order to get rid of the annoying sparrow, in his turn swung his hoe and knocked down with a blow to the head of the middle brother.

Then the sparrow sat on the head of the younger brother. He drew a dagger and hit himself on the top of the head, thinking to end the sparrow, but instead, bleeding, fell to the ground.

The fox rolled on the ground laughing. Sparrow asks her!

- Well, chanterelle? Did she laugh enough?

- Still would! I almost died laughing!

- Maybe you want something else?

- Now I would like to just frolic, chase someone.

“Okay, I'll try to keep you running as much as you can,” said the sparrow and led the fox to the village itself.

The dogs smelled the fox and rushed after it. The fox, fleeing from them, hid in the hollow of an old oak tree. The hole was narrow and the dogs couldn't get to it. When the danger was over, the fox began asking its feet:

- How did you help me?

- If not for us, - said the legs, - you would not have got here, and the dogs would have caught up with you.

- And you eyes?

“If we hadn’t noticed the dogs in time, they wouldn’t have let you down.”

- What did you do, tail?

“I fanned the dogs when they chased you.

The fox got angry with her tail and stuck it out of the hollow with the words:

- If so, then go to the dogs! The dogs, clinging to the tail, pulled the fox out of the hollow and strangled it ... And I tore off its skin and brought it home to make a case for the gun.

Neighbours

Indeed, one might think that something had happened in the pond, but in reality, absolutely nothing! But all the ducks, both calmly dozing on the water, and tipping over on their heads, tails up - they can do that too - suddenly hurried to the shore; the traces of their paws were imprinted on the wet clay, and their quacking was heard in the distance for a long, long time. The water also became agitated, and just a minute before that it stood motionless, reflecting in itself, as in a mirror, every tree, every bush, an old peasant house with dormer windows and a swallow's nest, but most importantly - a large rose bush in full bloom, growing over the water at the very wall of the house. But it all stood upside down in the water, like an inverted picture. When the water became agitated, one ran over the other and the whole picture disappeared. On the water two feathers swayed quietly, dropped by the ducks, and suddenly they seemed to be chased and whirled by the wind. But there was no wind, and soon they again calmly lay down on the water. The water itself, too, gradually calmed down, and the house with the swallow's nest under the roof and the rose bush with all its roses were clearly reflected in it again. They were wonderful how good they were, but they themselves did not know - no one told them that. The sun shone through their delicate fragrant petals, and the roses felt as good in their hearts as sometimes happens in moments of quiet, happy meditation with us.

How good life is! - said the roses. - We would only like one more thing - to kiss the warm red sun and those roses in the water! They are so much like us! I would like, however, to kiss those small, tender chicks in the nest, down there! Above, above us, chicks are also sitting! These upper ones poke out of the socket of the head and squeak! They do not have feathers on them, like their father and mother. Yes, we have glorious neighbors both above and below. Oh, how good life is!

The upper and lower chicks - the lower ones were only a reflection of the upper ones - were sparrows; their mother and father, too. They took possession of last year's swallow's nest and settled in it, as in their own.

Are these duck children swimming on the water? the sparrows asked when they saw the duck feathers.

Don't ask stupid questions! - answered the mother sparrow. - Do not you see that these are feathers, a living dress, which I also wear, which you will have - only ours is thinner! It would be nice, however, to get these feathers in the nest - they warm nicely! .. But I would like to know why the ducks were afraid? Something happened there, under the water - they were not afraid of me ... Although, suppose, I told you "pip" quite loudly! .. Dull-headed roses should have known this, but they never know anything, only look at themselves in the pond and smell. I'm tired of these neighbors!

Listen to these lovely top chicks! - said the roses. - They start to taste the voice! They are still struggling, but soon they will learn to twitter! There will be joy! It's nice to have such cheerful neighbors!

At this time a couple of horses galloped to the pond; they had to be watered. On one of them sat astride a village boy; he took off everything he was wearing, except for a black wide-brimmed hat. The boy whistled like a bird and rode with the horses into the deepest part of the pond. Passing a rose bush, he tore it off once and tucked it behind the ribbon of his hat; now he fancied himself a passion, how smart! After giving the horses a drink, the boy left. The rest of the roses looked after the one who had left and asked each other:

Where did she go? But nobody knew that.

I would also like to set off across the world! - said the roses to one another. - But here, too, it is wonderful! The sun warms up during the day, and the sky glows even brighter at night! You can see it through the little holes on it!

They considered the stars to be holes - after all, roses might not know what stars are.

We bring the whole house to life! said the sparrow. - In addition, the swallow's nest brings happiness, as people say; so they are very happy with us! But such a pink bush near the house itself only breeds dampness. I hope that he will be removed from here, then at least something useful can grow in his place! Roses serve only for the sight and for the scent, many, many - to decorate the hat! I heard from my mother that they fall off every year, and then the peasant's wife picks them up and sprinkles them with salt, and they already get some kind of French name - I can't pronounce it, yes, and I don't want to! Then they are put in burning coals so that they smell good. That's all; they are only suitable for pleasing the eyes and nose. So that!

Evening came; mosquitoes and midges danced in the warm air, light clouds turned purple, and a nightingale began to sing. His song rushed to the roses, and it said that beauty is a sunbeam that revives the whole world! But the roses thought that the nightingale was singing to itself - and why shouldn't they think so? It had never occurred to them that the song could refer to them. They just rejoiced innocently at her and thought: "Couldn't all the little sparrows become nightingales?"

We perfectly understand what this bird is singing! - said the sparrows. - Only one word is not clear. What is "beauty"?

So, empty! For show only! - answered the mother. - There, in the manor house, where the pigeons have their own house and where they are treated with peas and grains every day - by the way, I ate with them and you will too: tell me who you are with, and I will tell you who you are himself, - and so, there in the yard, there are two birds with green necks and a tuft on their heads. Their tail can open, but how it opens - well, what's your wheel, and even the whole shimmers different colors, just cuts my eyes. These birds are called peacocks, and this is what beauty is. To pinch them a little, so they would look no better than us! Wow! I would peck them if they weren't so huge!

I'll bite them! - said the youngest, still quite naked sparrow.

A young couple lived in the house - a husband and wife. They loved each other very much, both were so cheerful, hard-working, and in the house they had a lovely and cozy atmosphere. Each Sunday morning the young woman was picking up a whole bunch of the most beautiful roses and placing it in a glass of water on a large wooden chest.

So I see that today is Sunday! - said the husband, kissing his pretty wife, then both sat down side by side and, holding each other's hands, read the morning psalm together. The sun shone through the window on fresh roses and on a young couple.

Sickening and looking at them! - said the sparrow, looking from the nest into the room, and flew away.

Everything was repeated the next Sunday, as fresh roses appeared in a glass every Sunday morning; the rose bush bloomed all the same magnificently. The sparrows, who have already fledged, would also like to fly with their mother, but the sparrow said to them:

Stay at home! - And they stayed.

And she flew, flew, and somehow, with her paw, she fell into a horsehair snare, which the bird-catcher boys attached to the branch. The noose dug into the sparrow's leg, as if it wanted to cut it. There was pain! And fear! The boys jumped up and roughly grabbed the bird.

A simple sparrow! - they said, but nevertheless they did not let the bird go, but carried it to their yard, treating it with clicks on the nose every time it squeaked.

Meanwhile, an old man stood in the yard, making soap for the beard and for the hands, in balls and in pieces. The old man was so cheerful, he constantly moved from place to place, he did not live anywhere for a long time. He saw the boys have a bird and heard that they were going to set it free - what they needed was a simple sparrow!

Wait a minute! - he said. “We’ll do something with her.” That will be beauty!

Hearing this, the sparrow trembled all over. And the old man took out of his drawer, where the most wonderful paints were kept, a whole bundle of leafed gold leaf, ordered the boys to bring him an egg, smeared the whole bird with squirrel and then pasted over it with gold. The sparrow became all golden, but she did not even think about her splendor, but trembled with her whole body. Meanwhile, the old man tore off a piece of the red lining of his old jacket, cut it out with teeth, like a cockscomb, and glued the bird onto the head ...

Now let's see how the golden bird flies! - said the old man and released the sparrow, which rushed away in horror. That was shine! All the birds were alarmed - sparrows and even a crow, but not some one-year-old chick, but a big one! They all set off after the sparrow, wanting to know what kind of important bird it was.

Right, marvel! Right, marvel! - the crow croaked.

Wait! Wait! the sparrows chirped.

But she didn't want to wait; I flew home in horror, but my strength was fading more and more; Every minute the sparrow was ready to fall to the ground, and the flock of birds grew and grew. There were both large and small birds; some flew close to her to peck her.

Look you! Look you! they chirped and chirped.

Look you! Look you! - chicks chirped when she flew up to her nest. - That's right, a peacock! Look how colorful it is! Eyes are unbearable, as my mother said. Pip! Here it is, beauty!

And they all began to peck at her with their noses, so that she could not get into the nest in any way, and from horror she could not even "pip", let alone "I am your mother!" The rest of the birds also began to peck at the sparrow and pluck all the feathers from it. Bleeding, she fell into the very middle of the rose bush.

Poor bird! - said the roses. We will cover you! Bend your head to us!

The sparrow once again spread her wings, then pressed them tightly to her body and died with her neighbors, fresh, beautiful roses.

Pip! - said the sparrows. - Where did this mother go? Or did she deliberately throw out such a thing? That's right, it's time for us to live with our minds! She left the nest to us as an inheritance, but only one person needs to own it! After all, each of us will have our own family! To whom?

Yes, you will not be here when I have a wife and children! - said the youngest.

I will have more wives and children of yours! said another.

And I am older than all of you! - said the third.

The sparrows quarreled, flapped their wings, pecked at each other and - bang! - fell out of the nest one by one. But even lying on the ground, stretching out, they did not stop quarreling, twisting their heads to one side, blinking with an upward eye. They had their own way of sulking.

They somehow already knew how to fly, practiced a little more and decided to part, and in order to recognize each other when they met, they agreed to shuffle three times with their left leg and say "pip".

The youngest, who remained in the nest, tried to sit in it as wide as possible; now he was the complete master here, but not for long. At night, a flame appeared from the window of the house and engulfed the roof; dry straw caught fire, the house burned down, and with it the sparrow; the young couple were happily saved.

In the morning the sun came up; all nature looked so refreshed, as if refreshed during the night healthy sleep, but in place of the house only burnt beams protruded, leaning on a brick chimney, which was now its own mistress. The ruins were still smoking strongly, and the rose bush was still fresh and blooming; every twig, every rose was reflected in the calm water of the pond, as in a mirror,

Oh, what a beauty! These roses - and nearby the burnt ruins of a building! a passerby said. - The most charming picture! We must use it!

And he took out of his pocket a book with clean, white pages and a pencil - it was an artist. He quickly sketched in pencil the smoking ruins, the burnt beams, the twisted pipe — it was crooked more and more — and in the foreground was a blossoming rose bush. The bush was really beautiful, for the sake of it they painted the whole picture.

During the day, two sparrows, born here, flew by.

Where is the home? they said. - Where is the nest? Pip! Everything burned down, and our brother burned down too! This is for him for taking his nest! And the roses have survived! Still showing their red cheeks! I suppose they don't grieve about the misfortune of their neighbors? Unbearable! And I don’t want to talk to them! And in general it has become nasty here! One disgrace!

And they flew away.

One day in the fall it turned out to be a wonderful sunny day - really, one might think that it was summer. The courtyard in front of the high porch of the manor house was dry and clean; pigeons were walking around here — black, white, and gray; their feathers glittered in the sun; old doves-mothers puffed up their feathers and said to young doves:

Into the groups! Into the groups!

So it was more beautiful and more visible.

Who are these gray crumbs darting under our feet? asked the old dove with greenish-red eyes. - Gray crumbs! Gray crumbs!

These are sparrows! Glorious birds! But we have always been famous for our meekness - let them bite with us! They do not interfere in the conversation and shuffle their paws so cute.

The sparrows did shuffle; each of them shuffled three times with his left paw and said "pip." Therefore, everyone immediately recognized each other - they were three sparrows from a burnt house.

Nice to eat here! - said the sparrows.

And the pigeons curled around the doves, smugly puffed up their feathers, protruded their goiter, tried and rounded.

Look, look at that goiter dove! Watch her swallow peas! Look, everything is missing the largest, best peas! Curr! Curr! See how she puffs out her goiter! Take a look at this cute bastard! Curr! Curr! - And their eyes were filled with anger with blood. - In groups! Into the groups! Gray crumbs! Gray crumbs! Curr! Curr! - so it went on, goes on and will go on for thousands of years.

The sparrows pecked and listened, also gathering in groups, but this did not suit them at all. When they were full, they left the pigeons and began to wash their bones, then ducked under the grate straight into the garden. The door to the room overlooking the garden was open, and one of the sparrows jumped on the threshold - he ate a hearty meal, and therefore plucked up courage.

Pip! - he said. - How brave I am!

Pip! said another. - I'm bolder than you!

And he jumped over the threshold. There was no one there, the third sparrow noticed this perfectly and flew into the very middle of the room, saying:

Enter so enter, or not enter at all! A very amusing human nest here, however! And what's this put here? Yes, what is it?

Roses bloomed just before the sparrows, reflected in clear water, and next to it were burnt beams, leaning on a chimney that was about to fall.

What is it? How did it all get into the manor house?

And all three sparrows wanted to fly over the roses and the pipe, but hit right against the wall. Both the roses and the trumpet were drawn, and not real: the artist painted a whole picture from a small sketch he made.

Pip! - said the sparrows to each other. - This is so, empty! For show only! Pip! Here it is beauty! Do you understand anything about this? I am absolutely nothing!

Then people entered the room and the sparrows flew away.

Days and years passed, the pigeons continued to coo, not to say grumble - angry birds! Sparrows were freezing and starving in winter, but in summer they lived fine. They all started families, or got married, or whatever else you call it! They already had chicks, and each chick, of course, was more beautiful and smarter than all the chicks in the world. They all scattered into different sides, and if they met, they recognized each other by three-fold shuffling with their left paw and by a special greeting “pip”. The oldest of the sparrows born in the swallow's nest was a sparrow, she remained in maidens, and she did not have her own nest or chicks. She took it into her head to go to some big city, and she flew to Copenhagen.

Near the royal palace, on the very bank of the canal, where boats with apples and pottery stood, she saw a large multi-colored house. The windows, wide at the bottom, tapered upward. The sparrow looked into one thing, looked into another, and it seemed to her that she looked into the cups of the tulips: all the walls were full of different patterns and curls, and in the middle of each tulip stood white people - some of marble, others of plaster, but for a sparrow that marble, that gypsum - everything was one. On the roof of the building stood a bronze chariot with bronze horses, which were ruled by the goddess of victory. This was the Thorvaldsen Museum.

Shine, shine! said the sparrow. - That's right, beauty! Pip! But there is something bigger than a peacock!

She still remembered the explanation of the greatest beauty that she had heard in childhood from her mother. Then she flew down into the courtyard. It was wonderful there too. Palm trees and various branches were painted on the walls, and in the middle of the courtyard stood a large blooming rose bush. He bowed his fresh branches, covered with roses, to the tombstone. The sparrow flew up to her, seeing a few more sparrows there. Pip! And she scuffed her left foot three times. With this greeting, the sparrow greeted all the sparrows from year to year, but no one understood him - those who parted do not meet every day, and now she repeated it just out of habit. Lo and behold, two old sparrows and one young one also shuffled three times with their left paws and said "pip".

Hello! Hello!

It turned out that these were two old sparrows from a swallow's nest and one young offspring of a family,

So this is where we met! they said. - This is a famous place, but there is nothing to profit from! Here it is, beauty! Pip!

From the side rooms, where the magnificent statues stood, many people came out into the courtyard; everyone came to stone slab, under which lay the great master, who sculpted all these marble statues, and for a long, long time stood beside her in silence, with a thoughtful, but bright expression on their faces. Some collected the fallen rose petals and hid them as a keepsake. Among the visitors were those who arrived from afar - from great England, from Germany, from France. The most beautiful of the ladies took one rose and hid it on her chest. Seeing this, the sparrows thought that roses reign here and the whole building was built, precisely, for them. According to the sparrows, this was too much of an honor for roses, but since people looked after them, the sparrows did not want to be left behind.

Pip! - they said and began to sweep the floor with their tails and squint at the roses with one eye. They looked briefly, vividly recognized their old neighbors. They were the very ones. The artist, who drew a rose bush and the burnt ruins of a house, then begged the owners for permission to dig the bush and presented it to the builder of the museum. There could be nothing more beautiful in the world than these roses, and the builder planted the whole bush on Thorvaldsen's grave. Now he bloomed over her, like a living embodiment of beauty, and gave his rose-scented petals as a keepsake to people who came here from distant countries.

Have you been assigned a position here in the city? the sparrows asked.

And the roses nodded to them; they, too, recognized the gray neighbors and were glad to meet.

How good life is! they said. - To live, to blossom, to meet old friends, to see cute, joyful faces around you every day! .. Here every day is definitely a great holiday!

Chilik-chilik!

I opened my eyes - a sparrow sits on the edge of the trough and bites something. The cat perked up, sprung up, the fur on its back stood on end from the excitement of the hunt. Sparrow galloped and galloped along the trough, and it turned out to be even closer. And then, as if some spring threw the cat - jump! - and the sparrow is already in his paws. True, the sparrow turned out to be old, and, as you know, you cannot fool the old sparrow on the chaff and with bare hands you will not take it.

Clever purr cat, you can eat me at any time, ”said the sparrow,“ but remember, mur-mur-mur, did you wash in the morning when you woke up? It is clear from the eyes that it is not. But smart and good, mur-mur-mur, start the morning by washing.

The cat remembered that he really had not washed himself in the morning. It's a shame that some sparrow teaches him the rules of good manners, but just object to a sparrow?

The cat removed its claws, put the sparrow on the grass and began to wash. He licks a paw with his tongue, and then with this paw right from behind the ear and up to the mustache, it runs over the face, wants to show the sparrow that he understands a lot about cleanliness. And the sparrow looked, looked, how the cat was washing, and flew away. A clever cat caught himself, but it's too late. There was a delicious breakfast in my paws and - if it is gone, I flew away.

Since then, they say, the cat began to wash not before eating, but after eating. Well, while looking at him, all the other cats and cats began to do the same.

Chuvash fairy tales. 2nd ed. Cheboksary: ​​Chuvash book publishing house, 1984 - 160 p. Translated by Semyon Ivanovich Shurtakov.

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Lullaby about a sparrow:

My young friends - I know a lot of fairy tales.
To begin with, I'll tell you today about the sparrow.
Not frightening the pigeons, a sparrow jumped in a puddle.
I cleaned the tail, washed the neck and dried it in the sun.
A cat was walking along the crooked path.
The cat saw a bird - a mischievous little girl,
She began to crawl quietly to catch her by the tail.
Even the pigeons took off - they didn't want to fight the cat.
But I did not allow the cat to offend the sparrow.
Scatter, - I shouted to this cat, - go your way.
The sparrow heard a scream, chirped a chik-chirp,
He didn't look at me and flew to the roof.
He hid behind a pipe and admires himself.
Well, at this time, the cat crawls out of the window,
She crawls to the sparrow, opens her mouth quietly,
He wants to grab the poor man and bring the kittens.
Suddenly a crow flew in and sat on the roof next to
She hit the roof with her beak - the sparrow heard her,
He jumped onto the cornice and flew down from there.
Sparrow washed in a puddle, flew home for dinner,
I ate a delicious cutlet, drank warm tea with a candy,
He cleaned his beak and yawned, sat down on a branch and fell asleep.
He will sleep until morning. It's time for children to sleep too.

Lullaby about a sparrow:

Outside the window is a gray cat.
He wanders somewhere near the house.
It goes, it comes,
Sings a lullaby.
It goes, it comes,
Sings about the sparrow.
*
The cat sleeps on the floor.
Doves are sleeping on the roof,
and in the big basement there are mice
Sleep quietly in their corner.
And in the big basement of the mouse
Sleep quietly in their corner.
*
So the evening has come.
The crow sleeps near the net.
The sparrow fell asleep on a branch
Because he is tired.
The sparrow fell asleep on a branch
Because he is tired.
*
I have to get up early tomorrow.
Say goodbye to Banilaska.
Children close their eyes
Roma will sleep too.
Children close their eyes
And Ilyusha will sleep.
Children close their eyes
And Svetlana will sleep.
Children close their eyes
Ksyusha will sleep too.
Children close their eyes
....... will sleep.

Sparrow Vorobeich and Ersh Ershovich lived in great friendship. Every day in the summer, Sparrow Vorobeich flew to the river and shouted:
- Hey, brother, hello! .. How are you?
- Nothing, we live little by little, - answered Ruff Ershovich. - Come and visit me. It’s good for me, brother, in deep places ... The water is quiet, as much water grass as you want. I will treat you with frog caviar, worms, water bugs ...
- Thank you brother! I would love to visit you, but I'm afraid of water. You'd better come to visit me on the roof ... I'll treat you, brother, with berries - I have a whole garden, and then we'll get a crust of bread, and oats, and sugar, and a live mosquito. Do you like sugar?
- What is he?
- White is so ...
- How are we pebbles in the river?
- Here you go. And if you put it in your mouth, it's sweet. You can't eat your pebbles. Let's fly to the roof now?
- No, I can't fly, and I suffocate in the air. Let's swim together on the water. I'll show you everything ...
Sparrow Vorobeich tried to go into the water - he would go up to his knees, and then it becomes terrible. So you can drown! Sparrow Sparrow will get drunk with light river water, and on hot days he buys somewhere in a shallow place, peels the feathers and goes back to his roof. In general, they lived together and loved to talk about different matters.
- How can you not get tired of sitting in the water? - Sparrow Vorobeich was often surprised. - Wet in the water, - still catch a cold ...
Ruff Ershovich was surprised in turn:
- How do you, brother, will not get tired of flying? Look how hot it can be in the sun: you will just suffocate. And it's always cool with me. Swim yourself as much as you want. Don't be afraid in the summer everyone comes to my water to swim ... And who will go to the roof?
- And how they walk, brother! .. I have a great friend - the chimney sweep Yasha. He constantly comes to visit me ... And such a cheerful chimney sweep - he sings all the songs. He cleans the pipes while he sings. Moreover, he will sit down on the very skate to rest, take out a loaf of bread and take a bite, while I pick up the crumbs. We live soul to soul. I like to have fun too.
Friends and troubles were almost the same. For example, winter: poor Sparrow Sparrow is chilly! Wow, what cold days have been! It seems that the whole soul is ready to freeze out. Sparrow Vorobeich will ruffle, pick up his legs and sit. Only one salvation is to climb somewhere into the pipe and warm up a little. But here is the trouble.
Since Sparrow Vorobeich almost died thanks to his to the best friend- chimney sweep. A chimney sweep came and how he lowered his cast-iron weight with a broom into the chimney - he barely broke Sparrow Vorobeich's head. He jumped out of the pipe all covered in soot, worse than a chimney sweep, and now scold:
- What are you doing, Yasha? After all, that way you can kill to death ...
- And how did I know that you were sitting in a pipe!
- And be careful forward ... If I hit you on the head with a cast-iron weight - is that good?
Ruff Ershovich also had hard times in the winters. He would climb somewhere deeper into the pool and doze there for whole days. It’s dark and cold, and I don’t want to move. From time to time he swam up to the ice hole when he called Sparrow Sparrow. He will fly up to the hole of water to drink and shout:
- Hey, Ruff Ershovich, are you alive?
- Alive ... - Ruff Ershovich responds in a sleepy voice. - I just want to sleep. Generally bad. We are all asleep.
- And we are not better either, brother! What to do, you have to endure ... Wow, what an evil wind happens! .. Here, brother, you won't fall asleep ... I keep jumping on one leg to keep warm. And people look and say: "Look what a funny little sparrow!" Oh, just to wait for the warmth ... Are you already sleeping again, brother? ..
And in the summer, again, their troubles. Once the hawk chased Sparrow Vorobeich for two miles, and he barely had time to hide in the river sedge.
- Oh, barely alive left! - he complained to Ersh Ershovich, barely catching his breath. - Here is a robber! .. I almost grabbed it, and then - remember what your name was.
- It's like our pike, - Ruff Ershovich consoled. - I, too, recently almost fell into her mouth. How it will rush after me like lightning! And I swam with other fish and thought that there was a log in the water, but how this log would rush after me ... Why are these pikes found only? I am surprised and cannot understand ...
“And so did I. You know, it seems to me that a hawk was once a pike, and a pike was a hawk. In a word, the robbers ...

II
Yes, this is how Sparrow Vorobeich and Ersh Ershovich lived and lived, they were freezing in the winters, rejoiced in the summer; and the cheerful chimney sweep Yasha cleaned his pipes and sang songs. Everyone has their own business, their own joys and their sorrows.
One summer the chimney sweep finished his work and went to the river to wash off the soot. He walks and whistles, and then he hears - a terrible noise. What happened? And over the river the birds are hovering: ducks, geese, swallows, snipe, and crows, and pigeons. Everyone is making noise, yelling, laughing - you can't tell anything.
- Hey, you, what happened? - shouted the chimney sweep.
- And here it happened ... - the lively titmouse chirped. - So funny, so funny! .. Look what our Sparrow Sparrow is doing ... Completely pissed off.
The titmouse laughed in a thin, thin voice, wagged her tail and soared over the river.
When the chimney sweep approached the river, Sparrow Vorobeich ran into him. And the terrible thing himself: the beak is open, the eyes are burning, all the feathers stand on end.
- Hey, Sparrow Vorobeich, what are you, brother, making fun of here? - asked the chimney sweep.
- No, I'll show him! .. - Sparrow Sparrow shouted, gasping with rage. - He still does not know what I am ... I will show him, the damned Ruff Ershovich! He will remember me, robber ...
- Do not listen to him! - Ruff Ershovich shouted to the chimney sweep from the water. - He's lying ...
- I'm lying? - shouted Sparrow Vorobeich. - Who found the worm? I'm lying! .. Such a fat worm! I dug it up on the shore ... How much I worked ... Well, I grabbed it and drag it home, to my nest. I have a family - I have to carry food ... I just flew with a worm over the river, and the damned Ruff Ershovich - so that the pike swallowed him! - as he shouts: "Hawk!" I shouted in fear, - the worm fell into the water, and Ruff Ershovich swallowed it ... This is called lying ?! And there was no Hawk.
- Well, I was joking, - Ruff Ershovich justified himself. - And the worm was really tasty ...
All kinds of fish have gathered around Ruff Ershovich: roach, crucian carp, perch, little ones - they listen and laugh. Yes, Ruff Ershovich cleverly joked on his old friend! And it's even funnier how Sparrow Vorobeich entered into a fight with him. So it swoops in, so it swoops, but can not take anything.
- Suck it on my worm! - Sparrow Vorobeich scolded. - I'll dig out another one for myself ... And it's a shame that Ruff Ershovich deceived me and still laughs at me. And I still called him to my roof ... Good friend, there is nothing to say. So the chimney sweep Yasha will say the same ... We also live together and even have a snack together sometimes: he eats - I pick up the crumbs.
- Wait, brothers, this very matter needs to be judged, - said the chimney sweep. - Just let me wash my face first ... I will examine your case according to my conscience. And you, Sparrow Sparrow, calm down a little for now ...
- My business is right - why should I worry! - shouted Sparrow Vorobeich. - And only I will show Ersh Ershovich how to joke with me ...
The chimney sweep sat down on the bank, put a bundle with his lunch on a pebble next to him, washed his hands and face, and said:
- Well, brothers, now we will judge the court ... You, Ruff Ershovich, are a fish, and you, Sparrow Vorobeich, are a bird. Is that what I say?
- So! so! .. - everyone shouted: both birds and fish.
- Let's talk further. The fish should live in the water, and the bird should live in the air. Is that what I say? Well, here ... A worm, for example, lives in the ground. Okay. Now look ...
The chimney sweep unfolded his bundle, put a piece on the stone rye bread, of which his entire meal consisted, and said:
- Here, look: what is it? This is bread. I earned it and I will eat it; eat and drink water. So? That means I'll have lunch and won't offend anyone. Fish and poultry also want to dine ... You, then, have your own food. Why quarrel? Sparrow Vorobeich dug up a worm, which means he earned it, and, therefore, the worm is his ...
- Excuse me, uncle ... - I heard a thin voice in the crowd of birds.
The birds parted and sent Bekasik the sandpiper forward, who approached the chimney sweep himself on his thin legs.
- Uncle, that's not true.
- What is not true?
- Yes, I found a worm ... Just ask the ducks - they saw. I found him, and Sparrow swooped in and stole.
The chimney sweep was embarrassed. It turned out quite differently.
- How is this so? .. - he muttered, collecting his thoughts. - Hey, Sparrow Sparrow, what are you, in fact, cheating?
- I’m not lying, but Bekas is lying. He conspired with the ducks ...
- Something is wrong, brother ... um ... yes! Of course, a worm is nothing; but it’s not good to steal. And who stole, he must lie ... Is that what I say? Yes…
- Right! That's right! .. - everyone shouted in unison again. - And you still judge Ersh Ershovich with Sparrow Vorobeich. Who is right with them? .. Both made noise, both fought and raised everyone to their feet.
- Who is right? Oh, you mischievous people, Ruff Ershovich and Sparrow Vorobeich! .. Really, you mischievous people. I will punish both of you as an example ... Well, quickly make up, now!
- Right! - shouted all in unison. - Let them make up ...
- And Bekasik the sandman, who worked, getting the worm, I will feed with crumbs, - decided the chimney sweep. - Everyone will be happy ...
- Fine! - everyone shouted again.
The chimney sweep has already reached out for the bread, but he is not. While the chimney sweep was arguing, Sparrow Vorobeich managed to pull him off.
- Ah, the robber! Ah, the rogue! - all the fish and all the birds were indignant.
And they all rushed in pursuit of the thief. The edge was heavy, and Sparrow Vorobeich could not fly far with her. They caught up with him just over the river. Big and small birds rushed to the thief. There was a real dump. Everyone tears, only crumbs fly into the river; and then the edge flew into the river too. At this point the fish grabbed hold of her. A real fight broke out between fish and birds. They tore the whole edge into crumbs, and ate all the crumbs. As there is nothing left of the edge. When the edge was eaten, everyone came to their senses and everyone felt ashamed. They chased the thief Sparrow and ate the stolen edge along the way.
And the cheerful chimney sweep Yasha sits on the bank, looks and laughs. Everything turned out very funny ... Everyone ran away from him, only Bekasik the sandman was left.
- Why don't you fly after everyone? - asks the chimney sweep.
- And I would fly, but my stature is small, uncle. Just big birds peck ...
- Well, that would be better, Bekasik. We were both left without dinner. Apparently, they haven't done much work yet ...
Alyonushka came to the bank, began to ask the cheerful chimney sweep Yasha what had happened, and also laughed.
- Oh, how stupid they are, and fish and birds. And I would share everything - both the worm and the edge, and no one would quarrel. Recently I split four apples ... Dad brings four apples and says: “Divide it in half - for me and Lisa (the writer's sister)”. I divided it into three parts: I gave one apple to dad, the other to Lisa, and took two for myself.

Once upon a time there lived an old man with an old woman. Every day the old man went to the mountains for brushwood. And then one day, when the old man was returning home with brushwood, he heard a squeak in the bushes near the road.
"What's happened?" - thought the old man and quickly ran to the place where the squeak was heard. He looked closer and saw a small sparrow. The sparrow had a bruised leg, and therefore he could not fly.
The old man was very kind, he took pity on the sparrow and took him to his home. He gave the sparrow a drink of water,
I fed it with tasty millet and began to look after it. The old man fell in love with the sparrow very much.
Sparrow quickly recovered and sang a song every day:
When the wind blows
The bamboo leaves are dancing
And with them
Sparrows also dance.
Children who lived in the neighborhood came to play with the sparrow. Only the old woman did not like the sparrow.
One morning, when the old man was about to go to the mountains for brushwood, the sparrow chirped sadly.
- What are you, what are you! - said the old man. - I'll be back soon ... - Then he asked the old woman: - Look, don't offend the sparrow without me. Feed him, give him water.
And left.
When it was time for dinner, the sparrow flew up to the old woman, who was washing clothes at the well, and chirped:
- Tyu-tu-tu-tu! .. Grandma, feed me. Tyu-tu-tu! ..
But the old woman pretended not to understand. Then the sparrow saw a bowl of starch on the ground. This must be delicious, he thought as he flew up to the bowl and gnawed at all the starch.
The old woman saw it. She quickly ran to the sparrow and shouted:
- You are a worthless sparrow! I prepared this starch for laundry, and you pecked everything! It is for you! - She hit the sparrow hard. - Fly wherever you want!
And the sparrow flew away crying.
In the evening the old man returned home. He walked over to the cage, but it was empty.
- Old woman, where did the sparrow go? the old man asked.
- He's nasty. He ate my starch, and for this I beat him and chased him away.
- What? - the old man was frightened. - Poor sparrow! Where did he fly to?
That evening the old man thought only of the little sparrow and could not sleep in any way. As soon as morning came, he left the house. But this time he did not go for brushwood, but all day he walked through the fields and mountains - looking for a sparrow.
- Sparrow, where are you? Where is your house? - called the old man.
But no matter how much the old man walked, he could not find him anywhere.
Soon the old man approached the bamboo thickets.
- Sparrow, where are you? Where is your house? he repeated everything.
And suddenly from the bamboo thickets he heard:
- Here, here is his house! - And two sparrows flew up to the old man.
They sang the little sparrow's favorite song:
When the wind blows
The bamboo leaves are dancing
And with them
Sparrows also dance.
Two sparrows led the old man to the sparrow's house. At the gate the old man was greeted by a whole flock of sparrows. They all tweeted affably and invited:
- Please come in, come in! ..
When the old man entered the house, he shouted to him: "Grandpa!" - a little sparrow flew up. It was a sparrow who was saved by an old man. The sparrow and the old man were very happy to see each other again.
The old man was taken to large room... The sparrow's father and mother thanked the old man and treated him to sweets.
Then the sparrows hung a lot of paper lanterns in the garden and began to dance. They danced and sang:
When the wind blows
The bamboo leaves are dancing
And with them
Sparrows also dance.
Finally the old man said: - I have to go. I will go.
- Well, - said the sparrow, - if grandfather needs to return home, let him go. But we will definitely give him a gift.
The sparrows brought two baskets, a large one and a small one.
- Grandpa, - said the sparrow, - this basket is big, this one is small. Take whatever you want.
- I'm old, - the old man answered, - I have little strength. I'll take a little one. And why do I need a big one?
He took the basket and began to say goodbye:
- Thank you very much, sparrow! Be healthy.
- Be healthy, grandfather, come again, - said the sparrow.
And the old man went home along the path covered with sakura flowers.
The old woman was very angry that the old man came home late. When he told her that he had brought a gift, the old woman was delighted and quickly opened the lid of the basket. The basket was filled to the brim with coral, gold, beautiful fabrics and various treasures. Both the old man and the old woman were very pleased. However, when the old man said that he had taken the smaller of the two baskets, the old woman again became angry:
- How stupid you are, why didn't you take the big one! You don't know how to do anything properly! I'll have to go to the sparrows myself and fetch a large basket.
And although the old man did not let the old woman go, she did not obey and left.
The old woman ran and shouted loudly:
- Sparrow, where is your home?
Soon she came to the bamboo thickets. Sparrows flew out to meet her. Just like the old man, they took her to their house. Entering the house, the old woman spoke in an affectionate voice:
- Oh, sparrow, you recovered! Well, I'm very glad. Don’t treat me, I’m in a hurry. I will not watch the dances either. Give me presents soon!
The sparrows marveled at the old woman's greed. Yet they brought two baskets, one small and the other large.
“Take any,” they said.
- This, this! cried the old woman.
She grabbed a large basket, put it on her back and quickly walked home.
The basket was heavy and the old woman was very tired. Besides, she wanted to know as soon as possible what was in the basket.
She stopped, put the basket on the ground and slowly opened the lid.
And then, one by one, they began to jump out of the basket scary monsters... The old woman started to run, the monsters followed her.
- Evil! Greedy! Wait! they shouted after her.
The old woman was very scared, and she ran with all her might. But when she ran out of the forest, the monsters suddenly disappeared.
With difficulty the old woman got to the house. She told the old man everything and promised to be kind and never be greedy again. The old man was very happy about this.
They sat for a long time in the garden and listened to a familiar song:
When the wind blows
The bamboo leaves are dancing
And with them
Sparrows also dance.