Moroz Ivanovich
In one house lived two girls, the Needlewoman and Lenivitsa, and with them a nanny. The needlewoman was a smart girl: she got up early, dressed herself, without a nanny, and got out of bed and got to work: she lit the stove, kneaded bread, chalked the hut, fed the rooster, and then went to the well to get water.
Meanwhile, Sloth was lying in bed, stretching, waddling from side to side, and when she gets bored of lying, she’ll say, half asleep: “Nanny, put on my stockings, nanny, tie my shoes,” and then she’ll say, “Nanny, is there a bun?”
He gets up, jumps and sits down at the window to count the flies: how many have flown in and how many have flown away. As Lenivitsa counts everyone, she doesn’t know what to take up or what to do; She would like to go to bed - but she doesn’t want to sleep; She would like to eat, but she doesn’t feel like eating; She should count flies at the window - and even then she’s tired. She sits, miserable, and cries and complains to everyone that she is bored, as if others are to blame. Meanwhile, the Needlewoman returns, strains the water, pours it into jugs; and what a trick: if the water is unclean, he will roll up a sheet of paper, put coals and coarse sand in it, insert that paper into a jug and pour water into it, and the water, you know, passes through the sand and through the coals and drips into the jug is clean, like crystal; and then the Needlewoman will start knitting stockings or cutting scarves, or even sewing and cutting shirts, and even start singing a handicraft song; and she was never bored, because she had no time to be bored: now doing this, now doing that, and then, you look, it’s evening - the day has passed.
One day, trouble happened to the Needlewoman: she went to the well to get water, lowered the bucket on a rope, and the rope broke; The bucket fell into the well. How can we be here?
The poor Needlewoman burst into tears and went to her nanny to tell about her misfortune and misfortune; and nanny Praskovya was so strict and angry, she said:
- You made the trouble yourself, fix it yourself; You drowned the bucket yourself, get it out yourself.
There was nothing to do: the poor Needlewoman went back to the well, grabbed the rope and descended along it to the very bottom. Only then a miracle happened to her. 
As soon as she came down, she looked: there was a stove in front of her, and in the stove sat a pie, so ruddy and crispy; sits, looks and says:
- I’m completely ready, browned, fried with sugar and raisins; whoever takes me from the stove will go with me!
The needlewoman, without hesitating at all, grabbed a spatula, took out the pie and put it in her bosom. She moves on.
There is a garden in front of her, and in the garden there is a tree, and on the tree there are golden apples; The apples move their leaves and say to themselves:
- We are liquid, ripe apples; they ate tree roots and washed themselves with cold dew; whoever shakes us off the tree will take us for himself.
The needlewoman approached the tree, shook it by the twig, and golden apples fell into her apron.
The needlewoman moves on. She looks: old man Moroz Ivanovich is sitting in front of her,
gray-haired; he sits on an ice bench and eats snowballs; shakes his head - frost falls from his hair, breathes in the spirit - thick steam pours out. - A! - he said. - Great, Needlewoman! Thank you for bringing me the pie; I haven't eaten anything hot for a long time.
Then he sat the Needlewoman next to him, and they had breakfast together with a pie and snacked on golden apples.
“I know why you came,” says Moroz Ivanovich, “you dropped a bucket into my student; I’ll give you the bucket, only you serve me for three days; If you're smart, you'll be better off; If you're lazy, it's worse for you. And now,” added Moroz Ivanovich, “it’s time for me, an old man, to rest; go and prepare my bed, and make sure to fluff up the feather bed well.
Two girls lived in the same house - the Needlewoman and Lenivitsa, and with them a nanny. The needlewoman was a smart girl: she got up early, dressed herself, without a nanny, and got out of bed and got to work: she lit the stove, kneaded bread, chalked the hut, fed the rooster, and then went to the well to get water.
Meanwhile, Sloth was lying in bed, stretching, waddling from side to side, and when she gets bored of lying, she’ll say, half asleep: “Nanny, put on my stockings, nanny, tie my shoes,” and then she’ll say, “Nanny, is there a bun?”
He gets up, jumps and sits down at the window to count the flies: how many have flown in and how many have flown away. As Lenivitsa counts everyone, she doesn’t know what to take up or what to do; She would like to go to bed - but she doesn’t want to sleep; She would like to eat, but she doesn’t feel like eating; She should count flies at the window - and even then she’s tired. She sits, miserable, and cries and complains to everyone that she is bored, as if others are to blame. Meanwhile, the Needlewoman returns, strains the water, pours it into jugs; and what a trick: if the water is unclean, he will roll up a sheet of paper, put coals and coarse sand in it, insert that paper into a jug and pour water into it, and the water, you know, passes through the sand and through the coals and drips into the jug is clean, like crystal; and then the Needlewoman will start knitting stockings or cutting scarves, or even sewing and cutting shirts, and even start singing a handicraft song; and she was never bored, because she had no time to be bored: now doing this, now doing that, and then, you look, it’s evening - the day has passed.
One day, trouble happened to the Needlewoman: she went to the well to get water, lowered the bucket on a rope, and the rope broke; The bucket fell into the well. How can we be here?
The poor Needlewoman burst into tears and went to her nanny to tell about her misfortune and misfortune; and nanny Praskovya was so strict and angry, she said:
You made the trouble yourself, fix it yourself; You drowned the bucket yourself, get it out yourself.
There was nothing to do: the poor Needlewoman went back to the well, grabbed the rope and descended along it to the very bottom. Only then a miracle happened to her. As soon as she came down, she looked: there was a stove in front of her, and in the stove sat a pie, so ruddy and crispy; sits, looks and says:
I’m completely ready, browned, fried with sugar and raisins; whoever takes me from the stove will go with me!
The needlewoman, without hesitating at all, grabbed a spatula, took out the pie and put it in her bosom. She moves on.
There is a garden in front of her, and in the garden there is a tree, and on the tree there are golden apples; The apples move their leaves and say to themselves:
The needlewoman approached the tree, shook it by the twig, and golden apples fell into her apron.
A! - he said. - Great, Needlewoman! Thank you for bringing me the pie; I haven't eaten anything hot for a long time.
Then he sat the Needlewoman next to him, and they had breakfast together with a pie and snacked on golden apples.
“I know why you came,” says Moroz Ivanovich, “you dropped a bucket into my student; I’ll give you the bucket, only you serve me for three days; If you're smart, you'll be better off; If you're lazy, it's worse for you. And now,” added Moroz Ivanovich, “it’s time for me, an old man, to rest; go and prepare my bed, and make sure to fluff up the feather bed well.
The needlewoman obeyed. They went into the house. Moroz Ivanovich’s house was made entirely of ice: the doors, the windows, and the floor were ice, and the walls were decorated with snow stars; the sun was shining on them, and everything in the house sparkled like diamonds. On Moroz Ivanovich’s bed, instead of a feather bed, there was fluffy snow; It was cold and there was nothing to do.
The needlewoman began to whip up the snow so that the old man could sleep more softly, and meanwhile her, poor thing, her hands were numb and her fingers turned white, like the poor people who rinse their linen in an ice hole in winter: it’s cold, and the wind is in the face, and the linen freezes, with a stake standing, but there is nothing to do - poor people are working.
“Nothing,” said Moroz Ivanovich, “just rub your fingers with snow, and they’ll go away, you won’t get chills.” I'm a good old man; look at my curiosities. Then he lifted his snowy feather bed with a blanket, and the Needlewoman saw that green grass was breaking through under the feather bed. The needlewoman felt sorry for the poor grass.
“You say,” she said, “that you are a kind old man, but why do you keep green grass under a snowy feather bed and not let it out into the light of day?”
I’m not releasing it because it’s not time yet; The grass has not yet come into effect. In the fall, the peasants sowed it, it sprouted, and if it had already stretched out, then winter would have captured it, and by summer the grass would not have ripened. So I covered the young greenery with my snow feather bed, and also lay down on it myself so that the snow would not be blown away by the wind; But when spring comes, the snow feathers will melt, the grass will sprout, and then, lo and behold, grain will appear, and the peasant will collect the grain and take it to the mill; the miller will sweep away the grain and there will be flour, and from the flour you, Handicraftswoman, will bake bread.
Well, tell me, Moroz Ivanovich,” said the Needlewoman, “why are you sitting in the well?”
“Then I’m sitting in the well; spring is coming,” said Moroz Ivanovich, “I’m getting hot; and you know that it can be cold in the well even in the summer, which is why the water in the well is cold, even in the middle of the hottest summer.
“Why do you, Moroz Ivanovich,” asked the Needlewoman, “in winter you walk the streets and knock on windows?”
“And then I knock on the windows,” answered Moroz Ivanovich, “so that they don’t forget to light the stoves and close the pipes on time; Otherwise, I know, there are such slobs that if you heat the stove, they will heat it up, but they won’t close the pipe, or they will close it, but at the wrong time, when not all the coals have burned out yet, and that’s why there is carbon monoxide in the upper room, your head will people are in pain, their eyes are green; You can even die completely from fumes. And then I also knock on the window so that no one forgets that there are people in the world who are cold in winter, who have no fur coat, and who have nothing to buy firewood with; So then I knock on the window so that they don’t forget to help them. Here the kind Moroz Ivanovich stroked the Needlewoman on the head and lay down to rest on his snowy bed.
Meanwhile, the needlewoman cleaned up everything in the house, went to the kitchen, prepared food, mended the old man’s dress and darned the linen.
The old man woke up; I was very pleased with everything and thanked the Needlewoman. Then they sat down to dinner; the dinner was excellent, and especially good was the ice cream, which the old man made himself.
Moroz Ivanovich poured silver coins into a bucket for the needlewoman. This is how the Needlewoman lived with Moroz Ivanovich for three whole days.
On the third day, Moroz Ivanovich said to the Needlewoman: “Thank you, you are a smart girl, you comforted me, an old man, well, and I will not remain in your debt.” You know: people get money for handicrafts, so here’s your bucket, and I poured a whole handful of silver coins into the bucket; and besides, here’s a diamond as a souvenir for you to pin on your scarf. The needlewoman thanked her, pinned on the diamond, took the bucket, went back to the well, grabbed the rope and came out into the light of day.
She had just begun to approach the house when the rooster, whom she always fed, saw her, became delighted, flew up onto the fence and shouted:
Crow-crow!
The Needlewoman has nickels in her bucket!
When the Needlewoman came home and told everything that had happened to her, the nanny was very amazed, and then said: “You see, Sloth, what people get for needlework!”
Go to the old man and serve him, do some work; Clean his room, cook in the kitchen, mend his dress and darn his linen, and you’ll earn a handful of coins, and it will come in handy: we don’t have much money for the holiday.
Lenivitsa really didn’t like going to work with the old man. But she wanted to get the piglets and the diamond pin too.
So, following the example of the Needlewoman, Sloth went to the well, grabbed the rope and crashed straight to the bottom. The stove looks in front of her, and in the stove sits a pie, so ruddy and crispy; sits, looks and says:
I’m completely ready, browned, fried with sugar and raisins; whoever takes me will go with me.
And Lenivitsa answered him:
Yes, no matter how it is! I have to tire myself out - lifting my spatula and reaching into the stove; If you want, you can jump out yourself.
We are plump, ripe apples; they ate tree roots and washed themselves with cold dew; whoever shakes us off the tree will take us for himself.
Yes, no matter how it is! - answered Lenivitsa. “I have to tire myself out - lifting my arms, pulling on branches... I’ll have time to pick up before they attack!”
And Sloth walked past them. So she reached Moroz Ivanovich. The old man was still sitting on the ice bench and biting snowballs.
What do you want, girl? - he asked.
“I came to you,” answered Lenivitsa, “to serve and get paid for the work.”
“You said it right, girl,” the old man answered, “you should get money for your work, just let’s see what else your work will be.” Go and fluff up my feather bed, and then prepare the food, mend my dress, and mend my linen.
Sloth went, and on her way she thought:
“I’m going to tire myself and shiver my fingers! Perhaps the old man won’t notice and will fall asleep on the unfluffed feather bed.”
The old man really didn’t notice, or pretended not to notice, went to bed and fell asleep, and Sloth went to the kitchen. She came to the kitchen and didn’t know what to do. She loved to eat, but it never even occurred to her to think about how the food was prepared; and she was too lazy to look. So she looked around: in front of her lay greens, meat, fish, vinegar, mustard, and kvass - everything in order. She thought and thought, somehow she peeled the greens, cut the meat and fish, and, so as not to give herself too much work, as everything was washed or unwashed, she put it in the pan: the greens, and the meat, and the fish, and the mustard, and I added vinegar and some kvass, but she thought:
“Why bother yourself, cook each thing specially? After all, everything will be together in the stomach.”
The old man woke up and asked for dinner. The sloth brought him the pan as it was, without even laying out a tablecloth.
Moroz Ivanovich tried it, winced, and the sand crunched on his teeth. “You cook well,” he remarked, smiling. - Let's see what your other job will be.
The Sloth tasted it, and immediately spat it out, and the old man groaned, grunted, and began to prepare the food himself and made a great dinner, so that the Sloth licked her fingers while eating someone else’s cooking.
After lunch, the old man lay down to rest again, and remembered Lenivitsa that his dress had not been repaired and his linen had not been darned.
The sloth sulked, but there was nothing to do: she began to take apart her dress and underwear; and here’s the problem: Lenivitsa sewed the dress and underwear, but she didn’t ask how it was sewn; She was about to take a needle, but out of habit she pricked herself; So I left her. And the old man again seemed not to notice anything, he called Sloth to dinner and even put her to bed.
But Lenivitsa loves it; thinks to himself:
“Perhaps it will pass. The sister was free to take on the labor; “He’s a good old man, he’ll give me a few coins for nothing.”
On the third day, Lenivitsa comes and asks Moroz Ivanovich to let her go home and reward her for her work.
What was your job? - asked the old man. - If this is true, then you must pay me, because it was not you who worked for me, but I who served you.
Yes, of course! - answered Lenivitsa. “I lived with you for three whole days.” “You know, my dear,” answered the old man, “what I’ll tell you: living and serving are different, and work is different; note this: it will come in handy ahead. But, however, if your conscience does not bother you, I will reward you: and what is your work, such will be your reward.
With these words, Moroz Ivanovich gave Lenivitsa a large silver bar, and in the other hand a large diamond. The sloth was so happy about this that she grabbed both and, without even thanking the old man, ran home.
She came home and showed off.
This, he says, is what I earned; not a match for my sister, not a handful of coins and not a small diamond, but a whole silver ingot, look how heavy it is, and the diamond is almost the size of a fist... You can buy a new one for the holiday with this...
Before she had time to finish speaking, the silver bar melted and poured onto the floor; he was nothing more than mercury, which had frozen from extreme cold; At the same time, the diamond began to melt. And the rooster jumped up on the fence and cried loudly:
Cuckoo-cucker,
Sloth has an ice icicle in her hands!
And you, kids, think, guess: what is true here, what is not true; what is said really, what is said sideways; some as a joke, some as an instruction, and some as a hint. And even then, realize that not all work and goodness comes with a reward; but the reward happens inadvertently, because labor and goodness in themselves are good and are suitable for any task; That's how God designed it. Just don’t leave other people’s goods and labor without reward, but in the meantime, the reward from you is learning and obedience.
Meanwhile, don’t forget old grandfather Irenaeus, and he has prepared many tales for you; Just let the old man gather strength and health in the spring.
Read the plot of the fairy tale Moroz Ivanovich
The main characters of the work are girls, called by the writer the Needlewoman and Lenivitsa.
A girl named Needlewoman is described as a hard-working, hard-working girl who does any homework. In contrast, Lenivitsa, apart from lying on the bed and eating, does nothing in life, and out of boredom amuses herself by counting flies on the window.
One day, the Needlewoman, going for water, accidentally drops a bucket into the well and, at the insistence of the nanny, goes to get it. Having descended to the bottom of the well, the Needlewoman sees in front of her a stove in which there is a pie. The girl uses a spatula to take the fragrant pie out of the oven and moves on, looking for the lost bucket. On the way, the Needlewoman comes across an apple tree with fruits in the form of golden apples; the girl collects the harvest, pouring a whole hem of ripe apples.
Three days at Moroz Ivanovich's place fly by unnoticed by the Needlewoman, as she spends them in household chores, preparing a delicious dinner, cleaning the house, mending linen and fluffing Moroz Ivanovich's feather bed. For conscientious work, Moroz Ivanovich rewards the girl with expensive gifts in the form of silver coins and a diamond stone.
Seeing the Needlewoman returning home with gifts, Lenivitsa envies her and also decides to go to Moroz Ivanovich for rich gifts. Having descended into the well, Lenivitsa follows the same route as the Needlewoman, but due to unbridled laziness, she does not take the pie out of the oven, does not collect golden apples, and spends three days with Moroz Ivanovich in complete idleness. After the deadline, Moroz Ivanovich hands Lenivitsa a silver ingot and a large gem, which upon the girl’s return home will melt from the warm air, turning into a puddle of mercury and an ordinary icicle.
The story is told in the first person. This person was an artist who came to stay for the summer with his friend, the landowner Belokurov in the T-th province. The painter did not want to work
The man who narrates the story often visited a city called Lyubeznov. The head of the city was a man who held this honorable and responsible position for fifteen years.
There was a boy, his name was Philip. Once all the boys went to school. Philip took his hat and wanted to go too. But his mother said to him: where are you going, Filipok? - To school
Once upon a time, Khan Girey lived in the Bakhchisarai Palace. He had a large harem, ruled by a faithful eunuch. The beautiful Georgian Zarema was considered the beauty of the harem.
We don’t get anything for free, without labor, -
It’s not for nothing that the proverb has been around since ancient times.
Two girls lived in the same house: the Needlewoman and Lenivitsa, and with them a nanny. The needlewoman was a smart girl, she got up early, dressed herself without a nanny, and when she got out of bed, she got to work: she lit the stove, kneaded bread, chalked the hut, fed the rooster, and then went to the well for water. Meanwhile, Sloth was lying in bed; They've been ringing for mass for a long time now, and she's still stretching: she's rolling from side to side; If he gets bored of lying down, he’ll say, half asleep: “Nanny, put on my stockings, nanny, tie my shoes”; and then he says: “Nanny, is there a bun?” He gets up, jumps, and sits down at the window to count the flies how many have arrived and how many have flown away. As Lenivitsa counts everyone, she doesn’t know what to take up or what to do; She would like to go to bed - but she doesn’t want to sleep; She would like to eat, but she doesn’t feel like eating; She should count flies at the window - and even then she’s tired; the miserable woman sits and cries and complains to everyone that she is bored, as if it were others’ fault.
Meanwhile, the Needlewoman returns, strains the water, pours it into jugs; and what a trick: if the water is unclean, he will roll up a sheet of paper, put coals and coarse sand in it, insert that paper into a jug and pour water into it, and the water, you know, passes through the sand and through the coals and drips into the jug clean , like crystal; and then the Needlewoman will start knitting stockings or cutting scarves, or even sewing and cutting shirts, and even start singing a handicraft song; and she was never bored, because she had no time to be bored: now doing this, now doing that, then, you see, it’s evening - the day has passed.
One day, trouble happened to the Needlewoman: she went to the well to get water, lowered the bucket on a rope, and the rope broke and the bucket fell into the well. How can we be here? The poor Needlewoman burst into tears and went to the nanny to tell about her misfortune and misfortune, and nanny Praskovya was so strict and angry, she said:
You caused the problem yourself, fix it yourself. You drowned the bucket yourself, get it out yourself.
There was nothing to do; The poor Needlewoman went again to the well, grabbed the rope and descended along it to the very bottom.
Only then a miracle happened to her. As soon as she came down, she looked: there was a stove in front of her, and in the stove sat a pie, so ruddy and crispy; sits, looks and says:
I’m completely ready, browned, fried with sugar and raisins; whoever takes me from the stove will go with me.
The needlewoman, without hesitating at all, grabbed a spatula, took out the pie and put it in her bosom.
We, apples, full, ripe, ate the roots of the tree, washed ourselves with icy water; whoever shakes us off the tree will take us for himself.
The needlewoman approached the tree, shook it by the twig, and golden apples fell into her apron.
A! - he said, - great, Needlewoman; Thank you for bringing me the pie: I haven’t eaten anything hot for a long time.
Then he sat the Needlewoman next to him, and they had breakfast together with a pie and snacked on golden apples.
“I know why you came,” said Moroz Ivanovich, “you dropped a bucket into my student; I’ll give you the bucket, only you serve me for three days; If you're smart, you'll be better off; If you're lazy, it's worse for you. And now,” added Moroz Ivanovich, “it’s time for me, an old man, to rest; go and prepare my bed, and make sure to fluff up the feather bed well.
The needlewoman obeyed... They went into the house. Moroz Ivanovich's house was made of ice: the doors, the windows, and the floor were ice, and the walls were decorated with snow stars; the sun was shining on them, and everything in the house sparkled like diamonds. On Moroz Ivanovich’s bed, instead of a feather bed, there was fluffy snow; It was cold and there was nothing to do. The needlewoman began to whip up the snow so that the old man could sleep more softly, and meanwhile her, poor, hands became numb and her fingers turned white, like those of poor people who rinse their clothes in an ice hole in winter; and it’s cold, and the wind is in your face, and your clothes are freezing, there’s a stake, but there’s nothing to do - poor people are working.
“Nothing,” said Moroz Ivanovich, “just rub your fingers with snow, and they’ll come off, you won’t get chills.” I'm a good old man; look at my curiosities.
Then he lifted his snowy feather bed with a blanket, and the Needlewoman saw that green grass was breaking through under the feather bed. The needlewoman felt sorry for the poor grass.
“You say,” she said, “that you are a kind old man, but why do you keep green grass under a snowy feather bed and not let it out into the light of God?”
I’m not releasing it because it’s not time yet; The grass has not yet come into effect. A kind man sowed it in the fall, it sprouted, and if it had stretched out, winter would have taken it over and the grass would not have ripened by summer. “Here I am,” Moroz Ivanovich continued, “and I covered the young greenery with my snow feather bed, and I also lay down on it so that the snow wouldn’t be blown away by the wind, but spring will come, the snow feather feather will melt, the grass will sprout, and then, look, grain will also appear.” , and the man will collect the grain and take it to the mill; the miller will sweep away the grain and there will be flour, and from the flour you, Handicraftswoman, will bake bread.
Well, tell me, Moroz Ivanovich,” said the Needlewoman, “why are you sitting in the well?”
“I then sit in the well that spring is coming,” said Moroz Ivanovich. - I'm getting hot; and you know that even in the summer it can be cold in the well, which is why the water in the well is cold, even in the middle of the hottest summer.
“Why do you, Moroz Ivanovich,” asked the Needlewoman, “walk the streets in winter and knock on windows?”
“And then I knock on the windows,” answered Moroz Ivanovich, “so that they don’t forget to light the stoves and close the pipes on time; Otherwise, I know that there are such slobs that they will heat the stove, but they will not close the pipe, or they will close it, but at the wrong time, when not all the coals have burned out yet, and that is why there is carbon monoxide in the upper room, people have headaches, green in the eyes; You can even die completely from fumes. And then I also knock on the window so that people do not forget that they are sitting in a warm room or putting on a warm fur coat, and that there are beggars in the world who are cold in winter, who do not have a fur coat, and have nothing to buy firewood with; So then I knock on the window so that people don’t forget to help the poor.
Here the kind Moroz Ivanovich stroked the Needlewoman on the head and lay down to rest on his snowy bed.
Meanwhile, the needlewoman cleaned up everything in the house, went to the kitchen, prepared food, mended the old man’s dress, and darned the linen.
The old man woke up; I was very pleased with everything and thanked the Needlewoman. Then they sat down to dinner; the table was wonderful, and the ice cream, which the old man made himself, was especially good.
This is how the Needlewoman lived with Moroz Ivanovich for three whole days.
On the third day, Moroz Ivanovich said to the Needlewoman:
Thank you, you are a smart girl; It’s good that you consoled the old man, but I won’t remain in your debt. You know: people get money for needlework, so here’s your bucket, and I poured a whole handful of silver coins into the bucket; and besides, here’s a diamond for you to pin on your scarf as a souvenir.
The needlewoman thanked her, pinned on the diamond, took the bucket, went back to the well, grabbed the rope and came out into the light of day.
She had just begun to approach the house when the rooster, whom she always fed, saw her, was delighted, flew up onto the fence and shouted:
Kukureyu, kukureyu!
The Needlewoman has nickels in her bucket!
When the Needlewoman came home and told everything that happened to her, the nanny was very amazed, and then said:
You see, Lenivitsa, what people get for handicrafts. Go to the old man and serve him, do some work: tidy up his room, cook in the kitchen, mend his dress and darn his linen, and you’ll earn a handful of coins, and it will come in handy: we don’t have much money for the holiday.
Lenivitsa really did not like going to work with the old man. But she wanted to get the piglets and the diamond pin too.
So, following the example of the Needlewoman, Sloth went to the well, grabbed the rope, and plummeted straight to the bottom.
She looks: there is a stove in front of her, and in the stove sits a pie so ruddy and crispy; sits, looks and says:
I’m completely ready, browned, fried with sugar and raisins; whoever takes me will go with me!
And Lenivitsa answered him:
Yes, how could it not be! I have to tire myself, lift my shovel and reach into the stove; If you want, you can jump out yourself.
We, apples, are liquid, ripe; We eat the roots of the tree, we wash ourselves with the cold dew; whoever shakes us off the tree will take us for himself.
Yes, no matter how it is! - answered Lenivitsa, “I have to tire myself, raise my arms, pull the branches, I’ll have time to pick them up before they fall in!”
And Sloth passed by them. Now she reached Moroz Ivanovich. The old man was still sitting on the ice bench and biting snowballs.
What do you want, girl? - he asked.
“I came to you,” answered Lenivitsa, “to serve and get paid for the work.”
“You said it wisely, girl,” the old man answered, “you get money for your work; Let's just see what else your job will be. Go and fluff up my feather bed, and then prepare the food, mend my dress, and mend my linen.
Sloth went, and on her way she thought:
“I’m going to tire myself and shiver my fingers! Perhaps the old man won’t notice and will fall asleep on the unfluffed feather bed.”
The old man really didn’t notice, or pretended not to notice, went to bed and fell asleep, and Sloth went to the kitchen.
She came to the kitchen and didn’t know what to do. She loved to eat, but it never even occurred to her to think about how the food was prepared; and she was too lazy to look.
So she looked around: in front of her lay greens, meat, fish, vinegar, mustard, and kvass, everything in order. So she thought and thought, somehow peeled the greens, cut up the meat and fish, and so as not to give herself too much work, she put everything as it was, washed or unwashed, in the pan: the greens, the meat, and the fish, I added mustard, vinegar and kvass, but I thought: “Why bother yourself, cook each thing specially? After all, everything will be together in the stomach.”
The old man woke up and asked for dinner. The sloth brought him the pan as it was, without even laying out a tablecloth. Moroz Ivanovich tried it, winced, and the sand crunched on his teeth.
“You cook well,” he remarked, smiling. - Let's see what your other job will be.
The sloth tasted it, and immediately spat it out, and she vomited; and the old man grunted and grunted, and began to prepare the food himself and made a great dinner, so that the Sloth licked her fingers while eating someone else’s cooking.
After lunch, the old man lay down to rest again, and remembered Lenivitsa that his dress had not been repaired and his linen had not been darned.
The sloth sulked, but there was nothing to do: she began to take apart her dress and underwear; and here’s the problem: Lenivitsa sewed the dress and underwear, but she didn’t ask how it was sewn; She was about to take a needle, but out of habit she pricked herself; So I left her.
And the old man again seemed not to notice anything, he called Sloth to dinner and even put her to bed.
But Lenivitsa loves it; thinks to himself:
“Perhaps it will pass. My sister was free to take on the work: the old man is kind, he’ll give me pennies for free anyway.”
On the third day, Lenivitsa comes and asks Moroz Ivanovich to let her go home and reward her for her work.
What was your job? - asked the old man. - If this is true, then you have to pay me, because you didn’t work for me, but I served you.
Yes, of course! - answered Lenivitsa, - I lived with you for three whole days.
You know, my dear,” answered the old man, “what I’ll tell you: there’s a difference between living and serving, and work is different.” Note this: it will come in handy ahead. But, however, if your conscience does not bother you, I will reward you: and what is your work, such will be your reward.
With these words, Moroz Ivanovich gave Lenivitsa a large silver bar, and in the other hand a large diamond. The sloth was so happy about this that she grabbed both and, without even thanking the old man, ran home.
She came home and boasted:
“Here,” he says, “is what I earned: not a match for my sister, not a handful of coins and not a small diamond, but a whole silver ingot, see how heavy it is, and the diamond is almost the size of a fist... You can buy a new one for the holiday with that...
Before she had time to finish speaking, the silver bar melted and poured onto the floor; he was nothing more than mercury, which had frozen from extreme cold; at the same time the diamond began to melt, and the rooster jumped up on the fence and cried loudly:
Kukureyu, kukureulka!
Sloth has an ice icicle in her hands.
And you, kids, think, guess: what is true here, what is not true; what is said really, what is said sideways; some as a joke, some as an instruction, and some as a hint. And even then, realize that not all work and goodness comes with a reward; but the reward happens inadvertently, because labor and goodness in themselves are good and are suitable for any task; That's how God designed it. Just don’t leave other people’s goods and labor without reward, but in the meantime, the reward from you is learning and obedience.
Meanwhile, don’t forget old grandfather Irenaeus, and he has prepared many tales for you; Just let the old man gather strength and health in the spring.
Once upon a time there was a Needlewoman and a Sloth, and a nanny with them. The needlewoman got up early and immediately got to work. Meanwhile, Sloth was lying in bed, tossing and turning from side to side.
One day, trouble happened to the Needlewoman: she accidentally dropped a bucket into the well. The strict nanny says: “You drowned the bucket yourself, get it out yourself!”
The Needlewoman went again to the well, grabbed the rope and went to the very bottom and sank. She looks at the stove in front of her, and the pie looks out of the stove and says:
Whoever takes me will go with me.
The needlewoman took it out and put it in her bosom. He goes further and looks - there is a tree in the garden, and on the tree golden apples say to each other:
Whoever shakes us off the tree will take it for himself.
The needlewoman shook the apples into her apron.
“Great,” he says, “Needlewoman!” Thank you, girl, for bringing me the pie - I haven’t eaten a hot one for a long time.
They had breakfast together with a pie and apples, and then the old man said:
I know you came for the bucket; I will give it to you, only you will serve me for three days.
And so they went into the house, and that house was all made of ice, and the walls were decorated with shiny snow stars, and on the bed instead of a feather bed there was snow.
The Needlewoman began to whip up the snow so that the old man could sleep more softly, and her hands, the poor thing, became numb, but she rubbed them with a snowball, and her hands moved away. And Moroz Ivanovich lifted the feather bed, and under it there was green grass. The needlewoman was surprised: why doesn’t the old man release the grass into the light of day, and he answered:
The grass has not yet come into effect. Now spring will come, the feather bed will melt, the grass will sprout, the grain will appear, the peasant will sweep it away at the mill, and there will be flour, and from the flour you will bake bread.
Then the old man lay down to sleep on the fluffed feather bed, and the Needlewoman began to bother about the housework. They lived like that for three days, and when she had to leave, Moroz Ivanovich said:
Thank you, I consoled the old man. Here is your bucket, I poured silver coins into it, and also a diamond for pinning a scarf.
The needlewoman thanked Moroz Ivanovich, went home and told her what had happened to her. The nanny says to Lenivitsa:
You see what people get for their work! Go down into the well, find the old man and serve him.
Sloth went to the well, and it crashed straight to the bottom. I saw a stove with a pie, a tree with apples in bulk - I didn’t take anything, I was too lazy. She came to Moroz Ivanovich empty-handed:
I want to serve and get paid for work!
You speak intelligently. Make me a feather bed, clean the house, and prepare some food.
Sloth thought: “I won’t tire myself,” and she didn’t do what Moroz Ivanovich told her.
The old man prepared the food himself, cleaned the house and fed Lenivitsa. They lived for three days, and the girl asked for a reward.
What was your job? - the old man was surprised. - It is you who must pay me, because I served you. Come on, such is the work - such is the reward.
Moroz Ivanovich gave Lenivitsa a huge silver bar in one hand, and a big, big diamond in the other.
The sloth didn’t even thank the old man; she ran home joyfully. She came and showed off.
“Here,” he says, “I’m no match for my sister, I haven’t earned a handful of coins...
Before she had time to finish speaking, the silver bar and diamond melted and poured onto the floor...
And you, kids, think and guess what is true here, what is not true, what is said for fun, and what is said for instruction...
Moroz Ivanovich Once upon a time there lived a Needlewoman and Lenivitsa, and with them a nanny.
The needlewoman got up early and immediately got to work.
Meanwhile, Sloth was lying in bed, tossing and turning from side to side.
One day, trouble happened to the Needlewoman: she accidentally dropped a bucket into the well.
The strict nanny says: “You drowned the bucket yourself, get it out yourself!” The Needlewoman went again to the well, grabbed the rope and went to the very bottom and sank.
She looks at the stove in front of her, and the pie looks out of the stove and says: “Whoever takes me will go with me.”
The needlewoman took it out and put it in her bosom.
He goes further and looks - there is a tree in the garden, and on the tree golden apples say to each other: “Whoever shakes us off the tree will take it for himself.”
The needlewoman shook the apples into her apron.
He goes further and looks - old man Moroz Ivanovich is sitting on an ice bench.
“Great,” he says, “The needlewoman!” Thank you, girl, for bringing me the pie - I haven’t eaten a hot one for a long time.
They had breakfast together with a pie and some apples, and then the old man said: “I know, you came for the bucket; I will give it to you, only you will serve me for three days.
And so they went into the house, and that house was all made of ice, and the walls were decorated with shiny snow stars, and on the bed instead of a feather bed there was snow.
The Needlewoman began to whip up the snow so that the old man could sleep more softly, and her hands, the poor thing, became numb, but she rubbed them with a snowball, and her hands moved away.
And Moroz Ivanovich lifted the feather bed, and under it there was green grass.
The needlewoman was surprised: why doesn’t the old man release the grass into the light of God, he answered: “The grass has not yet come into force.”
Now spring will come, the feather bed will melt, the grass will sprout, the grain will appear, the peasant will sweep it away at the mill, and there will be flour, and from the flour you will bake bread.
Then the old man lay down to sleep on the fluffed feather bed, and the Needlewoman began to bother about the housework.
They lived like that for three days, and when she had to leave, Moroz Ivanovich said: “Thank you, I consoled the old man.”
Here is your bucket, I poured silver coins into it, and also a diamond for pinning a scarf.
The needlewoman thanked Moroz Ivanovich, went home and told her what had happened to her.
The nanny says to Lenivitsa: “You see what people get for their work!” Go down into the well, find the old man and serve him.
Sloth went to the well, and it crashed straight to the bottom.
I saw a stove with a pie, a tree with apples in bulk - I didn’t take anything, I was too lazy.
I came to Moroz Ivanovich empty-handed: “I want to serve and get paid for work!” -You speak effectively.
Make me a feather bed, clean the house, and prepare some food.
The sloth thought: “I won’t tire myself,” and she didn’t do what Moroz Ivanovich told her.
The old man prepared the food himself, cleaned the house and fed Lenivitsa.
They lived for three days, and the girl asked for a reward.
-What was your job? - the old man was surprised.
- It is you who must pay me, because I served you.
Come on, such is the work - such is the reward.
Moroz Ivanovich gave Lenivitsa a huge silver bar in one hand, and a big, big diamond in the other.
The sloth didn’t even thank the old man; she ran home joyfully.
She came and showed off.
“Here,” he says, “I’m no match for my sister, I haven’t earned a handful of coins.”
Before she had time to finish speaking, the silver bar and diamond melted and poured onto the floor.
And you, kids, think and guess what is true here, what is not true, what is said for fun, and what is said for instruction. oskazkah.ru - website
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