The fairy tale shoe in the Tatar language. Morning short stories

Once upon a time there lived a girl, very pretty, very pretty, but very poor, and in the summer she had to walk barefoot, and in the winter in rough wooden shoes that rubbed her feet terribly.

There lived an old shoemaker in the village. So she took it and sewed, as best she could, a pair of shoes from scraps of red cloth. The shoes turned out very clumsy, but they were sewn with good intentions - the shoemaker gave them to the poor girl.

The girl's name was Karen.

She received and renewed the red shoes just on the day of her mother's funeral.

It cannot be said that they were suitable for mourning, but the girl had no others; she put them on her bare legs and went to pick up the wretched straw coffin.

At this time, a large old carriage was passing through the village, and in it was an important old lady.

She saw the girl, felt sorry for her and said to the priest:

Look, give me the girl, I'll take care of her.

Karen thought that all this happened thanks to her red shoes, but the old lady found them terrible and ordered them to be burned. Karen was dressed up and taught to read and sew. All the people said that she was very sweet, but the mirror kept saying: “You are more than sweet, you are lovely.”

At this time, the queen was traveling around the country with her little daughter, the princess. The people ran to the palace; Karen was there too. The princess, in a white dress, stood at the window to let people look at herself. She had neither a train nor a crown, but on her feet there were wonderful red morocco shoes; it was impossible to compare them with those that the shoemaker sewed for Karen. There couldn't be anything better in the world than these red shoes!

Karen had grown up and it was time for her to be confirmed; They had made her a new dress and were going to buy her new shoes. The city's best shoemaker took measurements of her little foot. Karen and the old lady were sitting in his workshop; right there stood a large wardrobe with glass, behind which were lovely shoes and patent leather boots. One could admire them, but the old lady did not get any pleasure: she saw very poorly. Between the shoes there was also a pair of red ones, they were exactly like those that adorned the princess’s feet. Oh, what a beauty! The shoemaker said that they were ordered for the count’s daughter, but they didn’t fit her feet.

This is patent leather, isn't it? - asked the old lady. - They shine!

Yes, they sparkle! - Karen answered.

The shoes were tried on, they fit, and they were bought. But the old lady did not know that they were red - she would never have allowed Karen to go to confirmation in red shoes, and Karen did just that.

All the people in the church looked at her feet as she walked to her seat. It seemed to her that the old portraits of deceased pastors and pastors in long black robes and frilled round collars were also staring at her red shoes. She herself only thought about them, even at the time when the priest laid his hands on her head and began to talk about holy baptism, about union with God and about the fact that she was now becoming an adult Christian. The solemn sounds of the church organ and the melodic singing of clear children's voices filled the church, the old regent was encouraging the children, but Karen thought only about her red shoes.

After mass, the old lady learned from other people that the shoes were red, explained to Karen how indecent it was, and ordered her to always wear black shoes to church, even if they were old ones.

The following Sunday I had to go to communion. Karen looked at the red shoes, looked at the black ones, looked at the red ones again, and put them on.

The weather was wonderful, sunny; Karen and the old lady walked along the path through the field; it was a little dusty.

At the church door stood, leaning on a crutch, an old soldier with a long, strange beard: it was more red than grey. He bowed to them almost to the ground and asked the old lady to allow him to brush the dust off her shoes. Karen also offered him her little foot.

Look, what nice ballroom shoes! - said the soldier. - Sit tight when you dance!

And he slammed his hand on the soles.

The old lady gave the soldier a skill and entered the church with Karen.

All the people in the church again looked at her red shoes, all the portraits too. Karen knelt before the altar, and the golden bowl approached her lips, and she thought only of her red shoes - they seemed to float in front of her in the bowl itself.

Karen forgot to sing a psalm, forgot to say the Lord's Prayer.

People began to leave the church; The old lady got into the carriage, Karen also put her foot on the step, when suddenly an old soldier found himself next to her and said:

Look, what nice ballroom shoes! Karen could not resist and made a few steps, and then her feet began to dance by themselves, as if the shoes had some kind of magical power. Karen rushed further and further, rounded the church and still could not stop. The coachman had to run after her, take her in his arms and put her in the carriage. Karen sat down, and her legs continued to dance, so that the good old lady received a lot of kicks. I finally had to take off my shoes, and my feet calmed down.

We arrived home; Karen put the shoes in the closet, but couldn't help but admire them.

The old lady fell ill and they said she would not live long. She had to be looked after, and who was this matter closer to concerned than Karen. But there was a big ball in town, and Karen was invited. She looked at the old lady, who could not live anyway, looked at the red shoes - is this a sin? - then I put them on - and it’s not a problem, and then... I went to the ball and started dancing.

But now she wants to turn to the right - her legs carry her to the left, she wants to make a circle around the hall - her legs carry her out of the hall, down the stairs, into the street and out of town. So she danced all the way to the dark forest.

Something glowed between the treetops. Karen thought it was a month, since something similar to a face was visible, but it was the face of an old soldier with a red beard. He nodded to her and said:

Look, what nice ballroom shoes!

She was frightened and wanted to take off her shoes, but they sat tightly; she only tore her stockings to shreds; the shoes seemed to have grown to her feet, and she had to dance, dance across fields and meadows, in rain and in sunny weather, both night and day. The worst thing was at night!

She danced and danced and found herself in a cemetery; but all the dead slept peacefully in their graves. The dead have better things to do than dance. She wanted to sit down on one poor grave, overgrown with wild mountain ash, but that was not the case! No rest, no peace! She danced and danced... Then in the open doors of the church she saw an angel in a long white robe; behind his shoulders were large wings that reached down to the ground. The angel's face was stern and serious; in his hand he held a wide shiny sword.

You will dance,” he said, “dance in your red shoes until you turn pale, cold, dry like a mummy!” You will dance from gate to gate and knock on the doors of those houses where proud, vain children live; your knock will scare them! You will dance, dance!..

Have mercy! - Karen cried.

But she no longer heard the angel’s answer - the shoes dragged her through the gate, beyond the fence of the cemetery, into the field, along the roads and paths. And she danced and could not stop.

One morning she danced past a familiar door; From there, with the singing of psalms, a coffin decorated with flowers was carried out. Then she learned that the old lady had died, and it seemed to her that she was now abandoned by everyone, cursed, by the angel of the Lord.

And she danced and danced, even in the dark night. The boots carried her over the stones, through the forest thicket and thorn bushes, the thorns of which scratched her until she bled. So she danced to a small secluded house that stood in an open field. She knew that the executioner lived here, she tapped her finger on the window glass and said:

Come out to me! I myself can’t come to you, I’m dancing!

And the executioner answered:

You probably don't know who I am? I chop off the heads of bad people, and my ax, as I see it, trembles!

Don't cut my head off! - said Karen. “Then I won’t have time to repent of my sin.” Better cut off my legs with red shoes.

And she confessed all her sin. The executioner cut off her legs with red shoes - the dancing legs rushed across the field and disappeared into the thicket of the forest.

Then the executioner attached pieces of wood instead of her legs, gave her crutches and taught her the psalm that sinners always sing. Karen kissed the hand holding the ax and wandered across the field.

Well, I've suffered enough because of the red shoes! - she said. - I’ll go to church now, let people see me!

And she quickly headed towards the church doors: suddenly her feet in red shoes danced in front of her, she got scared and turned away.

For a whole week Karen was sad and cried bitter tears; but then Sunday came, and she said:

Well, I suffered and suffered enough! Really, I’m no worse than many of those who sit and put on airs in church!

And she boldly went there, but only reached the gate - then red shoes danced in front of her again. She was frightened again, turned back and repented of her sin with all her heart.

Then she went to the priest's house and asked to serve, promising to be diligent and do everything she could, without any salary, for a piece of bread and shelter with good people. The priest's wife took pity on her and took her into her house. Karen worked tirelessly, but was quiet and thoughtful. With what attention she listened in the evenings to the priest reading the Bible aloud! The children loved her very much, but when the girls chatted in front of her about outfits and said that they would like to be in the place of the queen, Karen sadly shook her head.

The following Sunday everyone got ready to go to church; she was asked if she would go with them, but she only looked at her crutches with tears. Everyone went to listen to the word of God, and she went into her closet. There was only room for a bed and a chair; she sat down and began to read the psalter. Suddenly the wind brought to her the sounds of a church organ. She raised her tear-stained face from the book and exclaimed:

Help me, Lord!

And suddenly she was illuminated all over like the sun - an angel of the Lord in a white robe appeared before her, the same one she saw on that terrible night at the church doors. But now in his hands he was holding not a sharp sword, but a wonderful green branch strewn with roses. He touched the ceiling with it, and the ceiling rose high, high, and in the place where the angel touched, a golden star shone. Then the angel touched the walls - they sounded, and Karen saw the church organ, old portraits of pastors and pastors and all the people; everyone sat in their pews and sang psalms. What is this, was the poor girl’s narrow closet transformed into a church, or was the girl herself somehow miraculously transported to the church?.. Karen sat on her chair next to the priest’s household, and when they finished the psalm and saw her, they nodded affectionately to her, saying :

You did well to come here too, Karen!

By the grace of God! - she answered.

The solemn sounds of the organ merged with the gentle children's voices of the choir. The rays of the clear sun streamed through the window directly onto Karen. Her heart was so filled with all this light, peace and joy that it burst. Her soul flew along with the rays of the sun to God, and no one there asked her about the red shoes.

Once upon a time there lived a shoemaker. He was a hard worker, a master of all things. But hard times came, and the shoemaker became so poor that he only had leather left for one single pair of shoes.

One evening he cut shoes from the remnants of leather, and in the morning he was going to sew them. His conscience did not torment him, he went to bed and fell asleep peacefully. The next morning the shoemaker was about to sit down to work. Lo and behold, there are two leather shoes on the table that he cut last night! Brand new, just sewn! The shoemaker marveled and didn’t know what to think.

He took the shoes in his hands and began to examine them. They were sewn so well that not a single seam was crooked anywhere. Apparently the hand of a master worked them.

Soon a buyer came to the shoemaker. The shoes suited his feet so well that he gave a good price for them. The shoemaker bought leather for two more pairs of shoes with this money.

He cut them out in the evening, and in the morning he was going to start sewing. But this time he didn’t have to sew shoes for him either. He stood up and saw that the shoes were already ready. And buyers were not forced to wait. They paid the shoemaker so much that he used this money to buy leather for four more pairs of shoes. The master cut the shoes, and in the morning he looked - four pairs were already ready.

This is how it has been since then. He will cut the shoes in the evening, and in the morning they will be ready. Now the shoemaker had a sure piece of bread, and he began to live in abundance.

One evening, around Christmas, the master says to his wife:

What if we don’t go to bed tonight and see who’s helping us?

And his wife was curious. They lit a candle, placed it on the table, and she and her husband hid in the corner of the room behind the dresses. And they began to keep watch.

As soon as midnight struck, two handsome little naked men jumped out of nowhere, sat down on the table, pulled the cut leather towards them and began to grind.

Their tiny fingers just run and run; Sometimes they work deftly and quickly with a needle, sometimes they knock with a hammer. The shoemaker and his wife marvel and cannot take their eyes off the little men.

They didn’t rest for a minute until the shoes were sewn. The shoes are standing on the table, showing off. The little men suddenly jumped up and disappeared to God knows where.

The next morning the wife said:

These little people are probably brownies. They helped us get rich. We should thank them for their kindness. You know what, I’ll make them shirts, caftans, sleeveless vests and pants. And I’ll knit a pair of stockings for each of them. Just make them a pair of shoes, and then we’ll dress them up.

Her husband responded to her:

I came up with a good idea.

By evening they had everything ready. The shoemaker and his wife put gifts on the table instead of cut leather, and hid themselves. They wanted to see how the house gifts would be received.

At midnight, the brownies jumped out of nowhere and got ready to immediately get to work. But there was no cut leather on the table. But they see that there are different clothes and shoes lying there. The brownies were amazed, and then they were so happy, they became crazy with happiness!

The shoemaker and his wife didn’t have time to look back when they pulled on their stockings up to their shoes, shirts, pants, vests and caftans and sang:

• Well, don’t we look pretty in gratuitous outfits?
• No one will say “naked” now about brownies.

The brownies began to play, have fun and dance like children. then they bowed to the waist and said:

Thanks to this house, let's go help another.

They jumped out into the yard and disappeared. They were the only ones they saw. They never came again.

However, since then the shoemaker has lived happily ever after. And until the end of his days he remembered his brownies with kindness.

A long time ago there lived an old man in the world, and he had a son. They lived poorly, in a small old house.

The time has come for the old man to die. He called his son and said to him:
- I have nothing to leave you as an inheritance, son, except my own. shoes. Wherever you go, always take them with you, they will come in handy.
The father died, and the horseman was left alone. He was fifteen or sixteen years old.

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He decided to go around the world to seek happiness. Before leaving home, he remembered his father’s words and put his shoes in his bag, and he went barefoot.
Whether he walked for a long time or for a short time, his legs were just tired. “Wait a minute,” he thinks, “shouldn’t I put on some shoes?” I put on my shoes and the fatigue disappeared. The shoes themselves walk along the road, and they also play cheerful music. Dzhigit goes, rejoices, dances and sings songs.
One person came towards him. That man envied how easily and cheerfully the horseman walked. “It’s probably the shoes,” he thinks. “I’ll ask him to sell me these shoes.”
When they both stopped to rest, that man said:
- Sell me these shoes, I’ll give you a bag of gold for them.
“He’s coming,” said the horseman and sold him the shoes.
As soon as the man put on his shoes, his feet suddenly began to run. He would be glad to stop, but his legs won’t obey. With great difficulty he grabbed hold of some bush, quickly threw his shoes off his feet and said to himself: “This is not clean, the shoes turned out to be enchanted. We must save ourselves quickly.”
He ran back to the horseman, who had not yet managed to leave, and shouted:
- Take your shoes, they are enchanted. He threw his shoes at him and took off running - only his heels sparkled.
And the horseman shouts after him:
- Wait, you forgot to pick up your gold. But he heard nothing out of fear. The horseman put on his horseman's shoes and, with music, songs, and jokes, made his way to one city. He went into a small house where an old woman lived and asked:
- How are things going in your city, grandma?
“It’s bad,” the old woman answers. “Our khan’s son died.” Fifteen years have passed since then, but the whole city is in deep mourning, you can neither laugh nor sing. The khan himself does not want to talk to anyone, and no one can cheer him up.
“This is not the point,” says the horseman, “we must cheer up the khan, dispel his sadness.” I'll go see him.
“Try it, son,” says the old woman, “just so that the Khan’s vizier doesn’t drive you out of the city.”
Our horseman walked down the street to the Khan's palace. He walks, dances, sings songs, his shoes play cheerful music. People look at him and are surprised: “Where did such a merry fellow come from?”
He approaches the royal palace and sees: a vizier on horseback, with a sword in his hand, blocked his way.
But it must be said that the vizier was waiting for the khan to die of melancholy and sadness. He wanted to take his place and marry his daughter.
The vizier attacked the horseman:
- Don’t you know that our city is in mourning? Why are you disturbing people, walking around the city singing? - And drove him out of the city.
The horseman sits on a stone and thinks: “It’s not a big deal that the vizier drove me away. I’ll try to go to the khan again, to dispel his sadness and melancholy.”
Again he went to the city with music, songs, jokes and jokes. The vizier saw him again and drove him away. Again the horseman sat down on a stone and said to himself: “It was not the khan himself who drove me away, but the vizier. I need to see the khan himself.”
For the third time he went to the khan. With music, songs, and jokes, he approaches the gates of the Khan's palace. This time he was lucky. Khan was sitting on the porch and, hearing the noise, asked the guards what was going on outside the gate. “He walks here alone,” they answer him, “he sings songs, dances, jokes, makes people laugh.”
The khan invited him to his palace.
Then he ordered all the townspeople to gather in the square and said to them:
- You can’t live like this anymore. We'll stop being sad and grieving.
Then the vizier came forward and said:
- This boy is a rogue and a swindler! He needs to be driven out of the city. He doesn’t dance himself, and he doesn’t play the music either. It's all about his shoes, they're magical.
Khan answers him:
- If so, then put on your shoes and dance something for us.
The vizier put it on shoes and wanted to dance, but that was not the case. He just lifts his leg, but the other one seems to grow to the ground, you can’t tear it off. The people laughed at the vizier, and the khan drove him away in shame.
And the khan kept the horseman who had amused him and gave him his daughter in marriage. When the khan died, the people chose him as their ruler.

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A long time ago there lived an old man in the world, and he had a son. They lived poorly, in a small old house. The time has come for the old man to die. He called his son and said to him:

I have nothing to leave you as an inheritance, son, except my shoes. Wherever you go, always take them with you, they will come in handy.

The father died, and the horseman was left alone. He was fifteen or sixteen years old.

He decided to go around the world to seek happiness. Before leaving home, he remembered his father’s words and put his shoes in his bag, and he went barefoot.

Whether he walked for a long time or for a short time, his legs were just tired. “Wait a minute,” he thinks, “shouldn’t I put on some shoes?” I put on my shoes and the fatigue disappeared. The shoes themselves walk along the road, and they also play cheerful music. Dzhigit goes, rejoices, dances and sings songs.

One person came towards him. That man envied how easily and cheerfully the horseman walked. “It’s probably the shoes,” he thinks. “I’ll ask him to sell me these shoes.”

When they both stopped to rest, that man said:

Sell ​​me these shoes, I'll give you a bag of gold for them.

“He’s coming,” said the horseman and sold him the shoes.

As soon as the man put on his shoes, his feet suddenly began to run. He would be glad to stop, but his legs won’t obey. With great difficulty he grabbed hold of some bush, quickly threw his shoes off his feet and said to himself: “This is not clean, the shoes turned out to be enchanted. We must save ourselves quickly.”

He ran back to the horseman, who had not yet managed to leave, and shouted:

Take your shoes, they are enchanted. He threw his shoes at him and took off running - only his heels

sparkled.

And the horseman shouts after him:

Wait, you forgot to pick up your gold. But he heard nothing out of fear. The horseman put on his horseman's shoes and, with music, songs, and jokes, made his way to one city. He went into a small house where an old woman lived and asked:

How are things going in your city, grandma?

“It’s bad,” the old woman answers. “Our khan’s son died.” Fifteen years have passed since then, but the whole city is in deep mourning, you can neither laugh nor sing. The khan himself does not want to talk to anyone, and no one can cheer him up.

“This is not the point,” says the horseman, “we must cheer up the khan and dispel his sadness.” I'll go see him.

Try it, son,” says the old woman, “just so that the Khan’s vizier doesn’t drive you out of the city.”

Our horseman walked down the street to the Khan's palace. He walks, dances, sings songs, his shoes play cheerful music. People look at him and are surprised: “Where did such a merry fellow come from?”

He approaches the royal palace and sees: a vizier on horseback, with a sword in his hand, blocked his way.

But it must be said that the vizier was waiting for the khan to die of melancholy and sadness. He wanted to take his place and marry his daughter.

The vizier attacked the horseman:

Don't you know that our city is in mourning? Why are you disturbing people, walking around the city singing? - And drove him out of the city.

A horseman sits on a stone and thinks: “It’s not a big deal that the vizier drove me away. I’ll try to go to the khan again, to dispel his sadness and melancholy.”

Again he went to the city with music, songs, jokes and jokes. The vizier saw him again and drove him away. Again the horseman sat down on a stone and said to himself: “After all, it was not the khan himself who drove me away, but the vizier. I need to see the khan himself.”

For the third time he went to the khan. With music, songs, and jokes, he approaches the gates of the Khan's palace. This time he was lucky. Khan was sitting on the porch and, hearing the noise, asked the guards what was going on outside the gate. “He walks here alone,” they answer him, “he sings songs, dances, jokes, makes people laugh.”

The khan invited him to his palace.

Then he ordered all the townspeople to gather in the square and said to them:

You can't live like this anymore. We'll stop being sad and grieving.

Then the vizier came forward and said:

This boy is a rogue and a swindler! He needs to be driven out of the city. He doesn’t dance himself, and he doesn’t play the music either. It's all about his shoes, they're magical.

Khan answers him:

If so, then put on your shoes and dance something for us.

The vizier put on his shoes and wanted to dance, but that was not the case. He just lifts his leg, but the other one seems to grow to the ground, you can’t tear it off. The people laughed at the vizier, and the khan drove him away in shame.