Chicken Ryaba. Fairy tale options

“It’s a quiet Ukrainian night, but the lard needs to be hidden,”

Working with archives, I find a lot of interesting things and try to introduce them to my readers. So this time, I want to offer a short sketch on the history of peoples and their mentality. I have not communicated with the reader for a long time, due to extreme workload and interesting research in which I am immersed from morning to morning. I hope that it will turn out to be an interesting miniature, because what I found in the archives simply blows my mind. But more on that in a moment, but for now the tale of the Ryabey chicken and the desire to remind the reader of yourself. And I will begin the reminder by quoting a letter from the commandant of the military garrison of Orsk, Major Tsurupa, who served the Russian Tsar in the 19th century:
“...one day it was decided to make dumplings, Shevchenko’s favorite dish, because he argued, assuring the ladies that he would eat a whole hundred of them. The ladies, having agreed among themselves, made dumplings, if possible, larger and, in order to make it difficult for the eater to win the bet, several of them were stuffed with one mustard or one pepper. Having failed, as one would expect, with all the hundred, Shevchenko, nevertheless, bit through each of them.”
This is where the famous joke came from: “Everything is not with us, but with the skin of our skin” - author’s note.
You know, reader, sometimes reading the scientific thoughts of Western scientists, I am at a loss about their origin. No, we are not talking about Darwinian evolution or the cosmic essence of the origin of life in the European House. I am surprised by the unpredictable impudence of these orphans and beggars from natural science. It seems that from time to time they plunge into the Russian hinterland in order to search for new ideas. Moreover, they do not even hesitate to look into our cesspools, rightly believing that the profession of a goldsmith is associated with goods acquired by back-breaking labor. For any of the readers who don’t know, I inform you that the goldsmith in Rus' had two interpretations. The first is a gold jeweler or a person associated with gold in general, including a banker. And the second interpretation speaks of a golden wagon train, spreading indescribable odors from pumped out sewage.
Quite recently, in one of the high-scientific magazines in Germany, I read with surprise about the invention of temporary latrines in this advanced country, similar to our country toilets. As a serious university laboratory from Munich, which produced this unique creation of the creative thought of German scientists, proves, a cesspool does not harm the ecology of the planet, while dry toilets pose a threat to the planet, due to the chemicals necessary for the technological cycle of this complex process. By the way, our village katukh has received a patent on full grounds and from now on its construction without a license is punishable by EU laws.
Involuntarily, the author, familiar with the life of Ukrainian villagers, came up with a mischievous idea regarding the further European development of this state, in the light of the removal of waste substances from internal organs. Something tells me that Ukrainians will soon have to pay for these natural needs. Of course, I mean rural residents - the city has long been paying for the right to push on a white friend. In my opinion, the city toilet is the most drug-addicted needle of modern city dwellers, which is so difficult to get off.
In general, Europe is still the light of learning!
What I read literally today plunged me into complete prostration. I could never have imagined that the majority of villagers who are ready to share European values ​​illegally own a unique Dutch refrigerator from the famous Groundfridge brand.
Dutch designers have presented an underground refrigerator called Groundfridge, which operates without electricity. As the Correspondent writes, the technological version of the underground storage facility made of fiberglass allows you to maintain the temperature within +10...+12 degrees throughout the year. Such conditions are not enough for storing meat, but they are quite suitable for vegetables.
In addition, you can keep any other supplies in the “refrigerator”, for which a cool, dry room will be enough. The creators of Groundfridge suggest that it will be convenient to use in remote public institutions and as part of an autonomous home. To install a cellar, it is most convenient to dig a hole using an excavator, but if necessary, you can do it manually.
However, from May 2016, this operation of manufacturing a refrigerator will already have an official character and will be strictly taken into account by the country’s authorities. The design agency intends to extend its copyright on this product to the entire jurisdiction of the EU and the USA within three months.
Please note, gentlemen, that the Groundfridge refrigerator, created by the labor and intelligence of an advanced technological group of Dutch buggers, is declared as a significant breakthrough in nanotechnology and environmental protection. However, the author of this miniature dares to claim that he has been familiar with such a refrigerator since childhood and can even remind the reader of an episode from the musical “Wedding in a Robin,” where Popandopulo from Odessa crawls out of the Groundfridge as soon as the Reds retreated from Malinovka. A wonderful episode in a wonderful film
Oh, mommies! Europe invented the cellar!
Gentlemen, they still don’t know about the pile, the cellar, the underground, the glacier, the locker and other Russian bells and whistles. In another glacier you can sit out until the best hours without a freezing program.
I have a friend who is a core soldier in the Moscow region, a retired general. So he set up an office for himself in the glacier. The army grandfather does not tolerate the heat well, so in the summer he climbs into the cellar in felt boots and a quilted jacket, and in a fur coat. There he writes, sitting in the natural air conditioning. It makes for good memoirs. I read. Cheerful!
What does he need? If you're full of turnips, and there are plenty of them there, clean them and enjoy life!
The commander has passed 80 years! I'm afraid of one thing. The adjutants of this grandfather will forget there and end up at his desk with a pen in one hand and a turnip in the other hand. How about without a license? Not allowed without a license!
And now again to Ukraine. The local authorities came to a new conclusion, they say, the village needs to give up gas. It will be expensive to heat at the new prices. Even their minister said on TV that the refusal of gas by the villagers is a step towards progress. I suspect that the next step in the same direction will be a kerosene lamp! Moreover, this is an invention. purely Lviv, and belongs to Lviv pharmacists. So, what's there? It's time to take advantage of the discovery, just don't forget to buy a license. Among the Europeans.
Do you think the author of the feuilleton is exaggerating? Here is the official comment from the Deputy Prime Minister of this strange country, whose last name is Rozenko.
“For residents of rural areas, giving up gas is promising in terms of energy saving. Yes, this is a radical step... but it is necessary to think about giving up gas consumption.”
Needless to say, the prospect is promising, in the spirit of Khrushchev’s version of corn. I remember back then, there was almost a famine in the country.
It seems that with the next change of the next arch-Jew in the government of Ukraine, the lobbied companies changed: the previous one imposed plastic windows and gas boilers on Ukrainians, but the new one decided differently - “peremoga” for boilers using straw and dung. After all, as far as I know, most of Ukraine is a steppe territory and there are no forests there. And almost all of the Carpathians were cut down during the period of independence, and what remained was privatized long ago. So, the conversation is not about firewood! Namely about straw and dung. However, there are also solar panels, but somehow I can’t imagine them on the Little Russian huts or on the wooden huts of the Carpathian highlanders. They haven't paid off the loans for the windows yet.
Today, you can often hear that the government of Ukraine is led by the United States and the Rothschilds. This may be true, but these people can’t interfere in almost everything? The general guidance is clear, but, as a rule, the zealous owner understands the details. Judging by the economy of Ukraine, its owners are far from crayfish. Something tells me that all the successes of the current leadership are, after all, the work of their own hands. Of course, Clinton, in pursuit of the dream of taking revenge on Bill in the Oval Office of the White House, could well have suggested such steps to the Ukrainian elite, but my observation of this Bush hen leads me to believe that she is not capable of such pearls. Here you need to know the mentality of Ukrainians, who respectfully call each other dudes, not understanding that this word is translated from Yiddish as ram, and not a simple steep-horned stag in a felted fleece, but a castrated dude, indifferent to the continuation of his family. Today in Ukraine, there are more and more dudes and chicks. Agree that the argotic coloring for a word meaning a girl is more than strange.
Among the pro-Western youth of various Slavic communities, the word dude has the following meaning: “a person who respects high American culture.” Let me not decipher the dude, reader. There it is! The chick is still better!
And against this background, the Russian BABA almost sounds like an insult! And this despite the numerous stone sculptures of ancestors in the steppes of the Black Sea region, and the sources from the chronicles where Mary the Mother of God is called a woman?! Amazing self-deprecation of the Slavic peoples. I now understand why Putin didn’t kill bandits in toilets. He did not have a European license for this. Well, I would soak it in cellars, in sheds, for example. You never know how many unlicensed buildings we have in Rus'. You'll be tired of counting one taiga at a time.
Yeees! The grandfather and woman with their pockmarked chicken look somehow unsightly, against the backdrop of the triumph of dudes and dudes.
I had a chance to read a review of this Russian fairy tale by a Dutch professor. He turned out to be an amazingly meticulous person. I looked into explanatory dictionaries and was taken aback:
The meaning of the word Ryaboy according to Ushakov’s dictionary:
PITCHED
pockmarked; pockmarked; pockmarked, pockmarked, pockmarked. 1. Having rowan on a smooth surface (see rowan 2 in 1 meaning). Pockmarked with pollen. Pockmarked girl. 2. Having spots of a different color against a background of one color, not monochromatic, motley (colloquially). Speckled cow. Face pockmarked with freckles. Speckled hen.
The man was completely exhausted, imagining the hen Ryaba laying golden eggs. The thing is that genetics rejects such a metamorphosis, due to the fact that the speckled hen lays the most ordinary eggs. And little does the professor know that the problem here is not the pockmarked coloring of the chicken. This is stupidity imposed on us by an artist in the 20th century, who drew illustrations for the fairy tale about the Ryabey hen. Are you a reader, and why do you imagine her like that too? Meanwhile, if you know the Russian language, speak it, understand its words, and take an interest in its turns of phrase, then everything will fall into place. Chicken Ryaba, not really a chicken. It's a hazel grouse! A commercial game bird that was well known to Russian travelers. Fairy tales were told about her, in which she laid golden eggs. Much like the peacock – the firebird.
Ruffed grouse are small birds. Their body length is 20-40 cm, and their weight is up to half a kilogram. Sandgrouse live in Europe, Asia and North Africa. For living, sandgrouse chooses mainly arid places, deserts. Externally, the hazel grouse has a dense build, a small head and a short neck. The color of the plumage is not bright, with a predominance of sand, grayish, beige and ocher tones. Sandgrouse are game birds and are hunted. Basically, hazel grouses shoot at watering places. The number of birds has been decreasing recently.
Sandgrouse are social birds and live in flocks. But during the breeding season, the flock is divided into small families, within which the birds choose their partners. Sandgrouse are monogamous. The nest is made directly on the ground, in a small dug hole. The nesting material is either not used at all, laying eggs in sandy soil, or it is very thin and scarce. A clutch of hazel grouse usually contains 3 eggs (less often 2-4 eggs). The eggs are GRAYish-YELLOW speckled, sometimes GOLDEN - this color allows them to be invisible against the background of sandy soil. Both parents hatch the offspring.
So the hen hazel grouse is called Ryaba. And its eggs have a hard shell.
And then a thought struck me: shouldn’t I compare the Ukrainian and Russian versions of the fairy tale about the chicken Ryaba. I turned to the documents and found the two oldest versions of this tale. They are so entertaining that I invite the reader to read them for themselves and compare them with what Soviet propaganda gave us in childhood. And at the same time open the mentality of the Russian and Ukrainian people. I warn you that both fairy tales are from the 17th century and I have adjusted them to a modern style, without changing the essence of the story.
So, the Soviet fairy tale we know:

The Tale of the Chicken Ryaba

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman. And they had Ryaba chicken.
The hen laid an egg, but not an ordinary one - a golden one.
Grandfather beat and beat, but did not break.
The woman beat and beat, but did not break.
And the mouse ran, waved its tail, 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!

This is a simple children's fairy tale about the chicken Ryaba from Soviet times. The smallest child knows the fairy tale Ryaba the Chicken. A fairy tale that is easy to read. All politically incorrect phrases have been removed from it. But there are other options. For example, the Russian version of this tale from the Kaluga province.

Egg (Hen Ryaba)
Russian folktale

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman, they had a chicken, Ryaba; laid an egg under the floor - motley, bright, 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 - motley, bright, 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 - motley, bright, 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 - motley, bright, 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.

As you can see, there is no question of any golden egg in the Russian fairy tale. But a priestly book appears - the Bible, previously unknown in Rus'. And you can see the attitude of the people towards her and the priests.
And here is the Ukrainian (Little Russian version) from Western and Central Ukraine. The same option, but with the participation of the Zaporozhye Cossacks, also exists in the Southern region. Pay attention, reader, to the change in the meaning of the text and the title itself.

About the chicken
who laid golden eggs
Ukrainian folk tale

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman, and they had a Ryaba chicken. They fed the chicken for three years and expected eggs from it any day now.
Exactly three years later the hen laid an egg for them, and that egg was not an ordinary one, but a golden one. The grandfather and woman are happy, they don’t know what to do with this egg, they can’t believe their eyes that the hen laid a golden egg.
We tried to break it, but it was so strong that it didn’t break. The grandfather beat and beat, but did not break, the woman beat and beat, but did not break. They put the egg on the shelf; A mouse was running, its tail touched it, an egg fell on the table and broke. The grandfather is crying, the woman is crying, and the chicken is clucking:
- Don’t cry, grandfather, don’t cry, woman, I’ll bring you something else, not a simple one, but a golden one, just wait three years.
The grandfather and woman picked up the golden shells and sold them to the Jews. We received little money. They wanted to build a new hut, but there wasn’t enough money, they had to wait another three years to get enough money for the hut. They waited a week, waited a second, waited a third, it seemed to them a painfully long time, they were tired of waiting.
So the grandfather says to the woman:
- You know what, old woman? Why should we wait three whole years? Let us immediately slaughter the chicken and get the golden egg out of it. Yes, there is apparently more than one there, maybe there are three, or even four of them. Then we’ll live, we’ll have a new house, we’ll buy some land and we won’t bow to anyone.
- Oh, really, grandpa, let's kill him! They slaughtered a chicken, but not a single one was in the middle of the testicle. Grandfather and grandmother began to cry again.
The mouse stuck its head out of the hole and said:
- Don’t cry, grandfather, don’t cry, woman, bury your chicken in the kindergarten, at the crossroads, wait three years, and then dig up a treasure in that place. Let it be written on your nose so that you remember until your death that everything you wish for does not happen right away.
The woman buried the chicken near the garden at the crossroads, right next to the overgrowth, and stuck a stick in as a sign. They wait for a year, wait for a second - they don’t have enough patience, they wanted to quickly dig up the treasure. The third year has already arrived, and they are still waiting. So the woman says to the grandfather:
- Let’s take a look, grandpa.
“Don’t rush, old woman, we’ll wait a little, there’s not much left.” We waited longer, now we have less to wait.
- No, old man, we won’t touch anything, we’ll just see if our treasure is pecked there.
- Take care, old woman, so as not to spoil the whole thing.
- Don’t be afraid, grandpa, nothing bad will happen.
They went into the garden with a spade. They dug and dug and dug up a whole bunch of gold beetles. The beetles buzzed and scattered in all directions.
So the grandfather and woman were left to live in the old hut; they did not have a chance to build a new one.
And the mouse stuck its head out of the hole and said:
- You are already old, but stupid. Why didn't you wait until you were three years old? If only you had a big pile of gold, but now they have all scattered.

Well, reader, he gets it right. Do you still not understand what is happening in Ukraine and Russia? It seems to me that an old fairy tale can explain a lot; you just need to carefully read what was bequeathed to us by our ancestors. Read, study and take care, otherwise you will have to buy a lot of things in the West under license. And something tells me that a Ukrainian grandfather and his grandmother cannot live in a new house. The hen that laid the golden eggs was killed, the golden shells were sold to the Jews, and there was no harvest of golden chervonets.
Not in the eyebrow, but in the eye.

About the fairy tale

The fairy tale “Ryaba Hen” is a classic of folk tales

Who doesn’t know the famous Russian fairy tale about the chicken Ryaba? From early childhood, all children are told this interesting story about the magical grouse hen by grandparents, mothers or fathers.

The page with bright illustrations contains text and images of real works of art. They accompany the story, and children will be able to vividly imagine the characters and scenes from a Russian fairy tale. The beginning of the story is decorated with an egg, on which a richly dressed merchant and merchant's wife proudly hold a golden hen with a basket of her precious gifts. The painting commemorates the Easter holiday, when all Orthodox Christians paint eggs in bright golden colors.

The heroes of the fairy tale are familiar to parents, and now it’s time to introduce them to children:

Grandfather - according to the fairy tale, a simple peasant whose only wealth is his grandmother and a speckled chicken. Grandpa loves his little dog very much, cares for her and cherishes her. When the mouse broke the golden egg, he cried and lamented, but the magic hen consoled him and promised to lay a new simple egg.

Woman - Grandfather’s wife, she also really loves a good hazel grouse. Feed her with selected barley and give her spring water so that the hen lays large eggs. Without eggs, grandma will not be able to knead the dough and bake a tall, ruddy loaf.

Chicken Ryaba - magic quote. She lays not ordinary eggs, but golden ones. Just don’t break these eggs and put them in the dough; they’re of little use when you want to eat. And you can’t sell it, it’s fragile like glass and when it breaks, it turns into small fragments. Ryaba wanted to bestow wealth on her grandfather and grandmother, but it turned out that simple eggs are much more important on the farm!

Gray mouse - a small pest. She climbs into barns and haylofts, drags everything that is in bad shape and gnaws on bags of winter supplies. The mouse let down the grandfather and grandmother when it brushed off an egg with its tail. She deprived the old people of their wealth, for which she received her grandfather’s big boot.

The ending of a fairy tale with deep meaning! The hen gave the old people a simple, not a golden egg. Because happiness in the home is not built on wealth, but on harmony, love and respect.

More about illustrations and Russian folk crafts

Children's fairy tale about Ryabushka is intended for family discussion and bedtime readings. Through each line of the book there are images with Gzhel stands, nesting dolls from Fedoskino, a black lacquer miniature from Mstera and figurines from the village of Kholui. Parents will be able to introduce their children to ancient works of folk art and plunge for a few minutes into the richness of Russian literature.

In conclusion, you can put headphones on your baby and give them. A measured narrative will allow the imagination to run wild, calm the child after a hard day and induce a good, healthy sleep. with slides will demonstrate a peasant hut and all the events that took place in the old fairy tale. Getting to know Russian folk art will strengthen your knowledge of the language and love for your native land!

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.

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

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

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

Baba beat me, 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’ll lay you a new egg, not a golden one, but a simple one!

The original complete version of the tale

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.

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