Tale of a cheerful sparrow. Cheerful Sparrow (Kalmyk folk tale)

Cheerful sparrow

An old crow was sitting on a tree. Black, gloomy, important. She looked at the sparrow with one eye and envied the cheerful one. If he sits, he flutters, he sits, he flutters. “Chick-chirp! Chick-chirp!” Insufferable sparrow!

Sparrow, sparrow, asks the crow, how are you doing? How do you get your food?

The sparrow cannot sit still for a minute.

“Yes, I’m gnawing on the heads of reeds,” the sparrow answers in flight.

And if you choke, then what? Will you have to die?

Why die right away? I'll scratch it, scratch it with my nails and pull it out.

And if blood starts to flow, what will you do?

I’ll wash it down with water, rinse it off, and stop the bleeding.

Well, what if you get your feet wet in the water, will you freeze, catch a cold, and your feet will hurt?

Chick-tweet, chick-tweet! I’ll light a fire, warm my feet, and I’ll be healthy again.

What if there is a fire? What then?

I will flap my wings and put out the fire.

If you burn your wings, then what?

I’ll fly to the doctor, the doctor will cure me. The crow doesn't stop:

What if there is no doctor? Then what will you do?

Tick-tweet! Tick-tweet! There, you see, a grain will turn up, there a worm will fall into your mouth, there will be a cozy place for the nest, the gentle sun will warm you, the breeze will stroke you. I’ll be cured without a doctor and still live!

The little sparrow said this, fluttered up - and was gone. And the old crow ruffled its feathers, closed its eyes, and moved its beak around in displeasure.

Life is good, wonderful! We must live without despondency. Be persistent, be cheerful, be cheerful!

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From branch to branch, from roof to ground - leap. - Chik-chirp! Tick-tweet! - From morning to evening the little sparrow flutters. Cheerful, restless. He, the little one, doesn’t care about anything. There he will peck at a grain, and here he will find a worm. That's how he lives.
An old crow was sitting on a tree. Black, gloomy, important. She looked at the sparrow with one eye and envied the cheerful one. If he sits, he flutters, if he sits, he flutters. “Chick-chirp! Chick-chirp!” Insufferable sparrow!
“Sparrow, sparrow,” asks the crow, “how are you doing?” How do you get your food?
The sparrow cannot sit still for a minute.
“Yes, I’m gnawing on the heads of reeds,” the sparrow answers in flight.
- And if you choke, then what? Will you have to die?
- Why die right away? I'll scratch it, scratch it with my nails and pull it out.
- And if blood starts to flow, what will you do?
“I’ll wash it with water, wash it, stop the bleeding.”
- Well, what if you get your feet wet in the water, you’ll freeze, catch a cold, and your feet will hurt?
- Chick-chirp, chick-chirp! I’ll light a fire, warm my feet, and I’ll be healthy again.
- What if there is a fire? What then?
“I’ll flap my wings and put out the fire.”
“You’ll burn your wings, then what?”
“I’ll fly to the doctor, the doctor will cure me.” The crow doesn't stop:
- What if there is no doctor? Then what will you do?
- Chik-chirp! Tick-tweet! There, you see, a grain will turn up, there a worm will fall into your mouth, there will be a cozy place for the nest, the gentle sun will warm you, the breeze will stroke you. I’ll be cured without a doctor and still live!
The little sparrow said this, fluttered up, and was gone. And the old crow ruffled its feathers, closed its eyes, and moved its beak around in displeasure.
Life is good, wonderful! We must live without despondency. Be persistent, be cheerful, be cheerful!

From branch to branch, from roof to ground - leap. - Chick-chirp! Tick-tweet! - From morning to evening, little sparrows flutter. Cheerful, restless. He, the little one, doesn’t care about anything. There he will peck at a grain, and here he will find a worm. That's how he lives.
An old crow was sitting on a tree. Black, gloomy, important. She looked at the sparrow with one eye and envied the cheerful one. If he sits, he flutters, he sits, he flutters. “Chick-chirp! Chick-chirp!” Insufferable sparrow!
“Sparrow, sparrow,” asks the crow, “how are you doing?” How do you get your food?
The sparrow cannot sit still for a minute.
“Yes, I’m gnawing on the heads of reeds,” the sparrow answers in flight.
- And if you choke, then what? Will you have to die?
- Why die right away? I'll scratch it, scratch it with my nails and pull it out.
- And if blood starts to flow, what will you do?
- I’ll wash it with water, wash it, stop the bleeding.
- Well, what if you get your feet wet in the water, you’ll freeze, catch a cold, and your feet will hurt?
- Chik-tweet, chik-tweet! I’ll light a fire, warm my feet, and I’ll be healthy again.
- What if there is a fire? What then?
- I will flap my wings and put out the fire.
- You’ll burn your wings, then what?
- I’ll fly to the doctor, the doctor will cure me. The crow doesn't stop:
- What if there is no doctor? Then what will you do?
- Chick-chirp! Tick-tweet! There, you see, a grain will turn up, there a worm will fall into your mouth, there will be a cozy place for the nest, the gentle sun will warm you, the breeze will stroke you. I’ll be cured without a doctor and still live!
The little sparrow said this, fluttered up - and was gone. And the old crow ruffled its feathers, closed its eyes, and moved its beak around in displeasure.
Life is good, wonderful! We must live without despondency. Be persistent, be cheerful, be cheerful!