Reading the fairy tale hen ryaba. A fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it...

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The fairy tale about the chicken Ryaba was actually not exactly the same as we were told in childhood, but a little more complicated. This is an example of a “chain” fairy tale.
There were different options in different areas. So you decide which one is best to tell your children.

Saratov region
Dear egg

There lived an old man and an old woman. And they had an old hazel hen. She laid an egg in the canopy on a shelf, on rye straws. Wherever the mouse came from, it split this egg.
The grandfather is crying, the woman is grieving, the magpie has broken her leg, the backbone has become loose, the oak tree has knocked off its leaves. The priest's daughter went for water, broke the buckets, and came home without water.
Popadya asks: “Why are you daughter, did you come without water?” She says: What grief is upon me, how great is it upon me: “Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. And they had an old hazel hen. She laid an egg in the canopy on a shelf, on rye straws. Wherever the mouse came from, it split this egg. The grandfather is crying, the woman is grieving, the magpie has broken her leg, the backbone has become loose, the oak tree has knocked off its leaves. And I went for water, broke the buckets, broke the rocker. At least leave the pies out of the window out of grief!”
The priest got upset and threw the pies out the window. The priest goes: “What are you doing, priest?” And she replies: “What a grief it is for me, how great it is for me. There lived an old man and an old woman. And they had an old hazel hen. She laid an egg in the canopy on a shelf, on rye straws. Wherever the mouse came from, it split this egg. The grandfather is crying, the woman is grieving, the magpie has broken her leg, the backbone has become loose, the oak tree has knocked off its leaves. Our daughter went to fetch water, broke the buckets, and broke the rocker. And out of grief, I left all the pies out the window.
And you, priest, at least hurt yourself on the doorframe out of grief!”
The priest ran away, and how he hit the doorframe! That's where he died. They began to bury the priest and celebrate a wake. What an expensive egg!

(Tales of the Saratov region. Saratov, 1937. pp. 147-148).

Voronezh region
Ruffed chicken

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman. And they had a hazel grouse chicken. The chicken was not a simple one, which means it laid golden eggs. Here the hazel grouse laid a golden egg, such a large one, it’s a pleasure to look at. Grandfather saw the egg and called grandmother. They began to praise the hazel hen. And then the grandfather says: “Put the egg in a good place so that it can be seen. Well, they put it in. They put it in and can’t stop looking at it. We admired it all day. And my grandparents had a purring cat, very angry with mice. And when the grandfather and grandmother went to bed, the little one began to purr
run with the mouse. I thought about eating it. The mouse goes here and there - there’s no escape from the cat. She saw the egg, wanted to hide behind it - and dived onto the shelf. But the egg on the shelf could not resist and fell to the floor and broke. Grandfather and grandmother get up in the morning. Let us, they think, admire the egg. Lo and behold, there is no egg on the shelf. It's lying on the floor and everything is broken as it is. Grandfather and grandmother began to cry and went to complain to the hazel grouse. And the chicken says to them: “Don’t cry, grandfather, don’t cry, grandmother!” The hazel hen will lay you another golden egg, better than the first.”

(From Natalya Mikhailovna Danshina (1892), Krasovka village, Gribanovsky district, in 1969 // Folk tale of the Voronezh region. Modern records. Voronezh 1977, edited by Kretov. Page 17, No. 1.)

Vologda region
There was an old man and an old woman

There was an old man and an old woman. And they had a mottled chicken. She laid an egg from Kot Kotofeich under the window on a scrap of fur coat. Look, the mouse jumped out, returned it with its tail, blinked its eye, kicked its foot, and broke the egg. The old man is crying, the old woman is crying, the broom is plowing, the mortar is dancing, the pestles are pounding. The priest's girls went out to the well to get water, and they were told that the egg had been broken. The girls broke the buckets out of grief. They told the priest that she planted pies under the stove without memory. They told the priest, and the priest ran to the bell tower to ring the alarm. The laity gathered:
“What happened?” Here the laymen began to fight among themselves out of frustration.

(Sokolovs, 142. From Elizaveta Panteleevna Chistyakova, Pokrovskaya village, Punemsky volost, Kirillovsky district, Novgorod province.)

Ukrainian story
Chernigov region
Chicken Ryaba

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman. They had Ryaba chicken. The hen laid an egg, not an ordinary one - a golden one. Grandfather beat and beat, but did not break. The woman beat and beat, but did not break. The mouse was running, its tail touched it, the egg fell and broke. The grandfather is crying, the woman is crying, and the hen is clucking: “Don’t cry, grandfather, don’t cry, woman: I will lay you an egg, not a golden one, but a simple one!”

Ryabonka Chicken

Long live the old man, long live the old woman. Dida had a rouse hen. The chicken attacked the egg, and the mouse jumped at the window, wagged its tail, the egg fell and broke. They started crying. The hen laid an egg; Then the chicken disappeared within two days.

(village Ploskoe, Nezhinsky district of Chern.).

Poltava region
Did and Baba

Buv sobi did and baba. Mali, catch a hazel grouse chicken.

Dida is crying, the woman is crying, the gate is creaking, the magpie is chirping.
A magpie flew, hitting the oak tree. A magpie is feeding on an oak tree: “Why are you chirping?”, “Hey oak, oak.” If you had known, you would have dropped the leaves. Letting go of the oak leaves.”

The chicken laid an egg, the old woman broke the egg.
Dida is crying, the woman is crying, the gate is creaking, the magpie is chirping, the oak tree is dropping its leaves.
Priishov bull. Pitae goby: “Why are you lowering the leaves?” “If you had known, you would have forgotten your eyes.”
Buv sobi did and baba. Mali, catch a hazel grouse chicken.
The chicken laid an egg, the old woman broke the egg.
Dida is crying, the woman is crying, the gate is creaking, the magpie is chirping, the oak tree is letting go of its leaves, the bull is letting go of its mouth.
The bull went to the water. Water Pitae: “Why are you beating your eyes?” “Water, water, if you knew, you would become bloody.”
Buv sobi did and baba. Mali, catch a hazel grouse chicken.
The chicken laid an egg, the old woman broke the egg.
Dida is crying, the woman is crying, the gate is creaking, the magpie is chirping, the oak tree is letting go of its leaves, the bull has forgotten its mouth, the water has become blood.
The hired woman Popova came to the water: “Water, water, why did you become bloody?” “It’s amazing, it’s amazing, if you knew, you’d be dead.”
Buv sobi did and baba. Mali, catch a hazel grouse chicken.
The chicken laid an egg, the old woman broke the egg.
Dida is crying, the woman is crying, the gate is creaking, the magpie is chirping, the oak tree is letting go of its leaves, the bull has forgotten its mouth, the water has become blood, the hired woman has been visible.
The hired woman came to the house. Pyup pitae: “Why were you there?” “Her ass, ass, if you had known, you would have thrown everyone out of the church.”
Buv sobi did and baba. Mali, catch a hazel grouse chicken.
The chicken laid an egg, the old woman broke the egg.
Dida is crying, the woman is crying, the gate is creaking, the magpie is chirping, the oak tree is letting go of its leaves, the bull has forgotten its mouth, the water has become blood, the hired woman has been vidra, having thrown out all the churches.
Priishov pyup do popoddi. Then you try: “Pop, pop, why did you leave the church?” “Oh come on, come on, if only you knew, you’d throw away the proskura.”
Buv sobi did and baba. Mali, catch a hazel grouse chicken.
The chicken laid an egg, the old woman broke the egg.
Dida is crying, the woman is crying, the gate is creaking, the magpie is chirping, the oak tree is letting go of leaves, the bull has forgotten its mouth, the water has become blood, the hired woman Vidra has stayed, thrown out of all the churches, thrown out of the proskuryts.

(M. Borispol, Pereyaslavsky district, Poltava province. Chubinsky. Proceedings of an ethnographic-statistical expedition to the Western Russian region. Materials and studies collected by Chubinsky. T.2 Little Russian fairy tale. St. Petersburg. 1878 department 1 , 2)

Kharkov region.
About the Ryaba chicken

When the woman told her, and their hen was pockmarked, she laid an egg, not simpler, more golden. Did beat - didn't break, baba beat - didn't break. They put it in a little skull and put it next to the little hut. The beagle mouse capped its tail and went away. Did you cry, woman cry, the chicken is kudkudache, the doors are digging straw.
There is an oak tree. “Doors, doors, why are you rattling?
“Let go of Gill, I’ll say so. Oak and lowering the gill.
“Well, it seems, we don’t care: If that woman did sobi, and their hen is pockmarked, she laid an egg, not simpler, more golden. Did beat - didn't break, baba beat - didn't break. They put it in a little skull and put it next to the little hut. The beagle mouse capped its tail and went away. Did you cry, woman cry, the chicken is kudkudache, the doors are digging straw. The gill oak has descended.
Idea ram of the waters of torture: “Dube, Dube, why are you letting go of the hill?” “Get off your horns, I’ll say so. Taking the wine and visiting.
“Why don’t they let me go: Buv sobi did that woman, and their hen is pockmarked, she laid an egg, not simpler, more golden. Did beat - didn't break, baba beat - didn't break. They put it in a little skull and put it next to the little hut. The beagle mouse capped its tail and went away. Did you cry, woman cry, the chicken is kudkudache, the doors are digging straw. Beating Gill's oak. The ram has lost its horns.
Priyshov ram to the river.
“Ram, ram, have you forgotten your horns? “And become crooked, I’ll say so. Richka became crooked. “Like my horns haven’t forgotten: If they did that woman, and their hen is pockmarked, she laid an egg, not simpler, more golden. Did beat - didn't break, baba beat - didn't break. They put it in a little skull and put it next to the little hutch. The beagle mouse capped its tail and went away. Did you cry, woman cry, the chicken is kudkudache, the doors are digging straw. The gill oak has descended. The ram has lost its horns. Richka became crooked.
When the priest arrived at the river, a diva of plates of banyty: “Richka, richka, why did you become crooked?”
“If you break the dishes, I’ll say so. The diva stayed.
“How, it seems, I’m crooked, I’m not worthy: If that woman did sobi, and their hen is pockmarked, she laid an egg, not simpler, more golden. Did beat - didn't break, baba beat - didn't break. They put it in a little skull and put it next to the little hutch. The beagle mouse capped its tail and went away. Did you cry, woman cry, the chicken is kudkudache, the doors are digging straw. The gill oak has descended. The ram has lost its horns. The div has left the dishes.
The diva came home, and when she got there she taught the diju. “Why are you torturing the dishes?
And give it a whirl, I’ll say so. She threw a lot of rage, the diva and even:
“How could they not have been with me: Buv sobi did that woman, and their hen is pockmarked, she laid an egg, not simpler, more golden. Did beat - didn't break, baba beat - didn't break. They put it in a little skull and put it next to the little hutch. The beagle mouse capped its tail and went away. Did you cry, woman cry, the chicken is kudkudache, the doors are digging straw. The gill oak has descended. The ram has lost its horns. The div has left the dishes. When I got into trouble, I scattered it all over the place.
The pip comes: “What did you get?
“And I’ll put it on the braid, I’ll say so. Pip recognized and shouted.
“How come they didn’t give me away: Buv sobi did that woman, and their hen is pockmarked, she laid an egg, not simpler, more golden. Did beat - didn't break, baba beat - didn't break. They put it in a little skull and put it next to the little hut. The beagle mouse capped its tail and went away. Did you cry, woman cry, the chicken is kudkudache, the doors are digging straw. The gill oak has descended. Beating Gill's oak. The ram has lost its horns. The div has left the dishes. Mother threw a piss out of her hat. Pip straightened his braid.

(Manzhura I.I. Fairy tales, proverbs, etc. recorded in the Ekaterinoslav and Kharkov provinces. Collection of the Kharkov Philological Society. T. 3, issue 2 Kharkov. 1890.)

Belarusian story

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman. And they had Ryaba chicken. And the chicken laid an egg. Grandfather beat, beat, beat - without breaking. The woman beat, beat, beat, but did not break. You need to put the eggs in a basket, and the wons in a basket. They didn’t wrap it around the trap, they put it on the police. The mouse ran (and there was so much passion!) across the police, twisted its tail (hand gesture), and touched a testicle. The egg rolled, rolled - bang, boom! And it crashed. Baba cries: “A-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah!” (in a high voice). Grandfather cries: “Oooh! Wow! Wow! (bass). And the chicken runs: Where-where!
Where-where! Don't cry, grandpa and grandma! I’ll lay you an egg like this, like this: “This is not an ordinary egg—it’s golden! And she laid a golden egg. Grandfather Iago sold and bought a stove so that he would have a place to lie down. And to the stove there is a pipe, and to the pipe there is a hut, and in the hut there are benches. They brought the kids in - everyone sat on the benches, eating porridge, breaking bread, and listening to fairy tales.

(Melnikov M.N. Rus. Children. Folklore. M., 1987).

PS And another excellent song about the fritillary chicken is sung by the Belarusians - the group “YUR’YA”, lead singer Yuri Vydronak.
I advise you to download this song (the rest are not for everyone), although it is quite inconvenient to download materials from the rapid ball, and you also have to register.

Perhaps every Russian heard this fairy tale in childhood, and years later he himself told it to his children and grandchildren. At the same time, few can say what the story about the chicken and the egg is really about. We do not analyze fairy tales, do not look for morality in them and, as a rule, read in a version adapted for children, where the editor has removed everything “unnecessary” and “incomprehensible”. But every detail of the fairy tale was not invented by our distant ancestors by chance and has an important meaning, which, alas, is no longer easy for us to understand. So, what is this tale about?

What we see: Grandfather and Baba are not a boy and a girl, not a boy and a girl; Grandfather and Baba are not grandfather and grandfather, not woman and woman, but creatures of different sexes - that is, humanity in its entirety. Then a golden egg appears. Any normal person of our time will immediately think about where to put it... Anything, but not to break it. And Grandfather and Baba are just starting to break the egg! They beat and beat, but did not break. But the Mouse ran by, waved its tail, and broke it. What Grandfather and Baba so desired happened. But they do not rejoice, but begin to weep. Then the Ryaba Hen appears, promises to lay an ordinary egg, and Grandfather and Baba rejoice.

In the extended (unedited) version, very strange things happen before Ryaba's second appearance. There are different options, but with one common message: everything is turned upside down. The gates and the bridge are collapsing, the birds and animals are crying... The old people tell about everything that happened to the prosvirna (the woman who bakes the prosvira) - that the roof of their house is shaking, the girl-granddaughter hanged herself out of grief, etc. The prosvirnya threw all the prosvirna and broke them and retold the story to the deacon's family. He heard this and ran to the bell tower, where he broke all the bells. The priest, having learned about the golden egg and the Mouse, cut his hair, that is, took off his hair (removed his priesthood), tore up the holy books and burned the church. And the priest’s wife spilled the dough and began to wash the floor with it... And then, we know, the Ryaba Hen laid an ordinary egg, and everything became fine again...

So why were Grandfather and Baba so afraid of the golden egg? What is it? The fact is that a long time ago the egg was not perceived as something born alive. In the concept of ancient people, it was a kind of mineral. Then something living was born from a non-living egg. So the egg became a symbol of life. In the mythology of some peoples, at the beginning of the world, there was a Great Egg, which split, and then the first living creature emerged from it or all living things were formed (there are other similar options). Now about gold. Long before this precious metal became a symbol of wealth, it was associated exclusively with death, as it was associated with the underworld. Let us remember the Greek god of the underworld Hades - he owns gold. Our Koschey is also “wasting away over gold.” And then an egg, a symbol of life, suddenly appears as a sign of imminent death. Here the reaction of Grandfather and Baba becomes clear, whose advanced age brings them closer to death every day. In addition, they symbolize all of humanity. An apocalyptic picture logically emerges: chaos ensues, the world dies.

But then the Mouse appears - a magical creature living in two worlds: the world of the living (earthly) and the world of the dead (underground). Therefore, in fairy tales, the mouse is an intermediary between these two worlds; it can do both good and bad. And the fact that she, possessing supernatural powers, managed to break the golden egg is not surprising. But no one knows what this could mean, since the mouse has two faces. However, the ending is joyful: Ryaba the Hen promises to lay an ordinary egg, everyone rejoices, the end of the world is canceled, the world is saved...

It turns out that the children's fairy tale about the Ryaba Hen is not as simple and meaningless as it might seem at first glance. In this case, it is a story about life and death, about the fear of the unknown, about the interconnection of all things.

Chicken Ryaba is a short and funny fairy tale about a kind chicken that all the kids adore. In this story, they will find funny dialogues, magic with miracles, and an ending that children will definitely enjoy. The hen Ryaba lived in her grandfather and grandmother’s house and once laid them an egg in a golden shell. It was a good egg, but it just didn’t beat, even though the grandfather and woman tried their best. They were already despairing, when suddenly a small mouse ran across the table, waved its long tail and dropped the egg on the hard floor. Then the grandfather and woman were upset and burst into tears, because the egg was missing. The Ryaba Hen consoled them and promised to lay a simple egg, and not one in a golden shell.

Option 1

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman

They had Ryaba chicken.

The hen laid an egg, not an ordinary one - a golden one.

Grandfather beat and beat but did not break

The woman beat and beat, but did not break.

The mouse was running, its tail touched it, the egg fell and broke.

The grandfather is crying, the woman is crying, and the chicken is clucking:

Don't cry, grandfather, don't cry, woman: I will lay you an egg, not a golden one - a simple one!

Option 2

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman, they had a chicken, Ryaba; laid an egg under the floor - colorful, colorful, boney, tricky! The grandfather beat him but didn’t break him, the woman beat him but didn’t break him, but the mouse came running and crushed him with his tail. The grandfather is crying, the woman is crying, the chicken is clucking, the gates are creaking, wood chips are flying from the yard, the top of the hut is shaking!

The priest's daughters went to fetch water, asked the grandfather, asked the woman:

-What are you crying about?

- How can we not cry! - Grandfather and woman answer. — We have chicken Ryaba; laid an egg under the floor - colorful, colorful, boney, tricky! The grandfather beat him but didn’t break him, the woman beat him but didn’t break him, but the mouse came running and crushed him with his tail.

When the priest’s daughters heard this, out of great grief they threw the buckets to the ground, broke the rocker arms and returned home empty-handed.

- Oh, mother! - they say to the priest. “You don’t know anything, you don’t know anything, but there’s a lot going on in the world: a grandfather and a woman live, they have a chicken Ryaba; laid an egg under the floor - colorful, colorful, boney, tricky! The grandfather beat him but didn’t break him, the woman beat him but didn’t break him, but the mouse came running and crushed him with his tail. That’s why the grandfather cries, the woman cries, the chicken cackles, the gates creak, wood chips fly from the yard, the top of the hut is wobbly. And while we were going to fetch water, we threw the buckets and broke the rocker arms!

At that time, the priest was crying, and the hen was cackling, and immediately, out of great grief, she knocked over the kneading bowl and scattered all the dough on the floor.

The priest came with a book.

- Oh, father! - the priest tells him. “You don’t know anything, you don’t know anything, but there’s a lot going on in the world: a grandfather and a woman live, they have a chicken Ryaba; laid an egg under the floor - colorful, colorful, boney, tricky! The grandfather beat him but didn’t break him, the woman beat him but didn’t break him, but the mouse came running and crushed him with his tail. That’s why the grandfather cries, the woman cries, the chicken cackles, the gates creak, wood chips fly from the yard, the top of the hut is wobbly! Our daughters, while going to fetch water, threw the buckets, broke the rocker arms, and I kneaded the dough and, out of great grief, scattered everything on the floor!

The priest sunbathed and tore his book to shreds.

Fairy tale Chicken Ryaba about the golden egg has more than one hundred and fifty variants of texts, but we offer you nine of the most, in our opinion, remarkable and diverse: from the textbook, which is usually read to children (it was originally included in Ushinsky’s book “Native Word”), to the farcical and grotesque text of Vladimir Ivanovich Dahl.

Which of these options fairy tales Chicken Ryaba considered canonical is not clear. Ushinsky preferred the first one, and perhaps some of you will follow his preferences. At least, this is the option that comes to mind when the phrase Ryaba Hen is mentioned.

Fairy tale Chicken Ryaba (original)

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman. And they had Chicken Ryaba.

The hen laid an egg, but not an ordinary one - a golden one.

Grandfather beat him, but he didn’t break him.

Baba beat her, but she didn’t break her.

And the mouse ran, waved its tail, the egg fell and broke.

The grandfather is crying, the woman is crying and Ryaba Hen tells them:

Don’t cry, grandfather, don’t cry, woman: I will lay you a new egg, not a golden one, but a simple one!

The fairy tale of Ryaba Hen, adapted by A. N. Tolstoy

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman,

They had ryabka chicken.

The hen laid an egg:

I planted an egg in a wasp hole,

In the corner, under the bench.

The mouse ran and returned with its tail,

Broke a testicle.

Grandfather began to cry about this testicle,

Grandma weeps, bursts out laughing,

The rubbish under your feet lit up,

The doors shook, the backing crumbled,

The top of the hut began to shake...

And the hen says to them:

Grandfather, don't cry, grandma, don't cry,

Chickens, don't fly

Gates, don’t creak, rubbish is under the threshold,

Don't smoke

Tyn, don't fall apart

Top on the hut, don't stagger,

I'll lay another egg for you:

Motley, vostro, boney, tricky,

The egg is not simple - it is golden.

Notes by A.N. Tolstoy:

Kut - corner.

Verei - pillars at the gate.

They hung out - they stuck out, they loosened up.

The fairy tale Hen Ryaba (Hen) adapted by A. N. Afanasyev (2 versions of the tale)

Option 1

Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman, they had a Tatar hen, she laid an egg in the closet under the window: motley, colorful, boney, tricky! I put it on the shelf; The mouse walked, shook its tail, the shelf fell, and the egg broke. The old man is crying, the old woman is sobbing, the stove is on fire, the top of the hut is shaking, the girl-granddaughter hanged herself out of grief. Mallow comes and asks: Why are they crying so much? The old people began to retell: “How can we not cry? We have a Tatar hen that laid an egg in the hut under the window: motley, colorful, boney, tricky! I put it on the shelf; The mouse walked, shook its tail, the shelf fell, and the egg broke! I, an old man, am crying, the old woman is sobbing, the stove is on fire, the top of the hut is shaking, the girl-granddaughter hanged herself out of grief.” When the breadmaker heard it, she broke all the bread and threw it away. The sexton comes up and asks the breadmaker: why did she throw away the bread?

She told him all the grief; the sexton ran to the bell tower and broke all the bells. The priest comes and asks the sexton: why did you break the bells? The sexton recounted all the grief to the priest, and the priest ran and tore up all the books.

Option 2

Like our grandmother's in the backyard

There was a grouse hen;

The chicken planted an egg,

From shelf to shelf,

In an aspen hollow,

In a little room under a bench.

The mouse ran

She returned it with her tail -

I broke my testicle!

Build about this testicle

Baba sobs, bursts out laughing,

Chickens fly, gates creak;

Sor lit a cigarette under the threshold,

The priest's daughters walked with water,

The tub was broken,

Popadya said:

“You don’t know anything, mother!

After all, in grandma's backyard

There was a grouse hen;

The chicken planted an egg,

From shelf to shelf,

In an aspen hollow,

In a little room under a bench.

The mouse ran

She returned it with her tail -

I broke my testicle!

The system began to cry about this testicle,

Baba sobbed and burst into laughter.

Chickens fly, gates creak,

Sor lit a cigarette under the threshold,

The doors began to shake, the glass crumbled;

We walked with water and broke the tub!”

The priest kneaded the kneading -

I scattered all the dough on the floor;

I went to church and said to my priest:

"You do not know anything...

After all, in grandma's backyard

(The same story is repeated again.)

Tyn crumbled;

Our daughters walked with water -

The tub was broken, they told me;

I kneaded the dough -

I scattered all the dough!”

The priest began to tear the book -

Scattered it all over the floor!

Fairy tale Chicken Ryaba from some regions (4 versions of the tale)

Dear egg (Saratov region)

There lived an old man and an old woman. And they had an old hazel hen. She laid an egg in the canopy on a shelf, on rye straws. Wherever the mouse came from, it split this egg. The grandfather is crying, the woman is grieving, the magpie has broken her leg, the backbone has become loose, the oak tree has knocked off its leaves. The priest's daughter went for water, broke the buckets, and came home without water. Popadya asks: “Why are you daughter, did you come without water?” She says: What a grief for me, what a great one for me: “There lived an old man and an old woman. And they had an old hazel hen. She laid an egg in the hay on a shelf, on a rye straw. Wherever the mouse came from, it split this egg. Grandfather is crying. ", the woman is grieving, the magpie broke her leg, the tine was loosened, the oak tree knocked off its leaves. And I went for water, broke the buckets, broke the rocker. Although you, priest, leave the pies out of the window out of grief!" The priest got upset and threw the pies out the window. The priest goes: “What are you doing, priest?” And she replies: “How sad I am, how great I am. There lived an old man and an old woman. And they had an old hazel hen. She laid an egg in the hay on a shelf, on a rye straw. Wherever the mouse came from, it split this egg. Grandfather The woman is crying, the woman is grieving, the magpie has broken her leg, the tyne has become loose, the oak tree has knocked off its leaves. Our daughter went for water, broke the buckets, broke the rocker. And out of grief I left all the pies out the window. And you, priest, at least out of grief about the jamb hurt yourself!" The priest ran away, and how he hit the doorframe! That's where he died. They began to bury the priest and celebrate a wake. What an expensive egg!

Chicken hazel grouse (Voronezh region)

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman. And they had a hazel grouse chicken. The chicken was not a simple one, which means it laid golden eggs. Here the hazel grouse laid a golden egg, such a large one, it’s a pleasure to look at. Grandfather saw the egg and called grandmother. They began to praise the hazel hen. And then the grandfather says: “Put the egg in a good place so that it can be seen.” Well, they put it in. They put it in and couldn’t stop looking at it. They admired it all day. And my grandparents had a purring cat, very angry with mice. And so When my grandfather and grandmother went to bed, the purr began to run after the mouse. He decided to eat it. The mouse went here and there - there was no escape from the cat. She saw the egg, wanted to hide behind it - and dived onto the shelf. But the egg could not stay on the shelf and fell on the floor and broke. In the morning, my grandfather and grandmother get up. Let them, they think, let’s look at the egg. Look, there is no egg on the shelf. It’s lying on the floor and everything is broken, just like it is. Grandfather and grandmother started screaming and went to complain to the hazel grouse. And the chicken was for them and says: “Don’t cry, grandfather, don’t cry, grandmother! The hazel hen will lay you another golden egg, better than the first one.”

Chicken tatatorka (Vologda region)

The tatator hen laid eggs in the corner on a shelf, on an oatmeal straw. A mouse came, wagged its tail, pushed the egg, and the egg rolled under the tine into the garden. Tyn broke and Soroka broke his leg.

She began to jump: Chicky, chicky, magpie! Where have you been?

- Far.

- I’m at Granny’s on a straightening. What did you eat?

- What did you drink?

- Brazhka. The porridge is buttery, Grandmother is kind, and the brew is sweet.

Belarusian version of the fairy tale Hen Ryaba

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman. And they had Ryaba chicken. And the chicken laid an egg. Grandfather beat, beat, beat - without breaking. The woman beat, beat, beat, but did not break. You need to put the eggs in a basket, and the wons in a basket. They didn’t wrap it around the trap, they put it on the police. The mouse ran (and there was so much passion!) across the police, twisted its tail (hand gesture), and touched a testicle. The egg rolled, rolled - bang, boom! And it crashed. Baba cries: “A-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah!” (in a high voice). Grandfather cries: “U-y-y! , this: “Not an ordinary egg - golden! And she laid a golden egg. Grandfather Iago sold and bought a stove so that he would have a place to lie down. And to the stove there is a pipe, and to the pipe there is a hut, and in the hut there are benches. They brought in the kids - they all sat on the benches, eating porridge, breaking bread, and listening to fairy tales.

The fairy tale The Ryaba Hen (OLD GREAT MOUNTAIN) adapted by V. I. Dahl

There lived an old man and an old woman, they had a hazel hen; The hazel grouse laid its first egg in the hut in front of the stove, right under the window; motley vostro bone wise.

The old woman put the egg on the shelf, the mouse ran, wagged its tail, rolled up the shelf, the egg rolled off and broke on the floor. The old man is crying, the old woman is sobbing, the chicken is clucking, the fire is blazing in the stove, the doors are creaking, the rubbish under the threshold is raised, the backyard is tilted, the gate is slamming, wood chips are flying into the field. The neighbors came running: what, what?

The old man says: so and so, our hazel hen laid an egg, motley bright, bone wise. The old woman put the egg on the shelf, the mouse ran, wagged its tail, rolled up the shelf, the egg rolled off and broke on the floor; I'm an old man crying, an old woman is sobbing, a hen is clucking, the fire is blazing in the stove, the doors are creaking, the rubbish under the threshold is swirling, the back is leaning, the gate is slamming, wood chips are flying into the field! When the neighbors heard about the old man’s grief, they threw up their hands and started yelling at the whole village.

The village came running: what, what?

The old man says: so and so, our hen, the hazel grouse, laid an egg, motley, bright, boney, tricky. They put the egg on the shelf, the mouse ran, wagged its tail, rolled up the shelf, the egg rolled off and broke on the floor! I'm an old man crying, an old woman is sobbing, a chicken is clucking, the fire is blazing in the stove, the doors are creaking, the rubbish under the threshold is swirling, the back is askew, the gate is slamming, wood chips are flying into the field, the neighbors are crying all over the village, waving their hands! Then the whole village began to cry out loudly, began to tear out their hair, and grieved over the old man’s great grief.

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