Kolosok is a Ukrainian folk tale. "Spikelet" Ukrainian folk tale

Translation into Russian: G. Petnikov

or, there were two little mice, Cool and Vert, and a cockerel Vociferous Neck. The mice only knew that they were singing and dancing, spinning and spinning. And the cockerel rose a little light, at first he woke everyone up with a song, and then set to work.

Once a cockerel was sweeping the yard and saw a spike of wheat on the ground.

- Cool, Vert, - called the cockerel, - look what I found!

The mice come running and say:

- You need to thresh him.

- And who will thresh? asked the cockerel.

“Not me!” shouted one.

“Not me!” shouted another.

- All right, - said the cockerel, - I will thresh.

And set to work. And the mice began to play bast shoes.

The cockerel finished thrashing and shouted:

- Hey, Cool, hey, Vert, look how much grain I have threshed!

- Now you need to carry grain to the mill, grind flour!

- And who will bear it? asked the cockerel.

“Not me!” Shouted Krut.

“Not me!” shouted Vert.

- All right, - said the cockerel, - I'll take the grain to the mill.

He put the bag on his shoulders and left. And the mice, meanwhile, started a leapfrog. Jumping over each other, having fun.

The cockerel returned from the mill, again calling the mice:

— Here, Cool, here. Twirl! I brought flour.

The mice came running, they look, they won’t praise:

- Oh, cock! Oh well done! Now you need to knead the dough and bake pies.

- Who will knead? asked the cockerel. And the mice are on their own again.

“Not me!” Krut squeaked.

“Not me!” Whirl squeaked.

The cockerel thought, thought and said:

“Looks like I have to.

He kneaded the dough, dragged firewood, lit the stove. And as the oven was heated, he planted pies in it. The mice also do not lose time: they sing songs, dance. The pies were baked, the cockerel took them out, put them on the table, and the mice were right there. And I didn't have to call them.

- Oh, and I'm hungry! Krut squeaks.

- Oh, and I want to eat! squeaks Vert.

And they sat down at the table.

And the rooster says to them:

- Wait, wait! You tell me first who found the spikelet.

- You found! the mice screamed loudly.

- And who threshed the spikelet? the cockerel asked again.

- You screwed up! Both said quietly.

Who carried the grain to the mill?

“You too,” Cool and Vert answered quite quietly.

Who kneaded the dough? Did you carry firewood? Fired up the oven? Who baked pies?

- All you. That's all you, - the little mice squeaked a little audibly.

— And what did you do?

What to say in response? And there is nothing to say. Krut and Vert began to crawl out from behind the table, but the cockerel does not hold them back. There is nothing to treat such loafers and lazy people with pies.

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Stranger, we advise you to read the fairy tale "Spikelet" to yourself and your children, this is a wonderful work created by our ancestors. Often in children's works, the central personal qualities hero, his resistance to evil, constantly trying to bring down the good fellow with the right way. The inspiration of everyday objects and nature creates colorful and fascinating pictures of the world around, making them mysterious and mysterious. Of course, the idea of ​​the superiority of good over evil is not new, of course, many books have been written about it, but every time it is still pleasant to be convinced of this. The story takes place in ancient times or "Once upon a time" as the people say, but those difficulties, those obstacles and difficulties are close to our contemporaries. And a thought comes, followed by a desire, to plunge into this fabulous and incredible world, to win the love of a modest and wise princess. Domestic problems - incredible good way, with the help of simple, ordinary examples, to convey to the reader the most valuable centuries-old experience. The fairy tale "Spikelet" can be read for free online countless times without losing love and desire for this creation.

Well, there were two mice, Cool and Vert, and a cockerel Vociferous Neck. The mice only knew that they were singing and dancing, spinning and spinning. And the cockerel rose a little light, at first he woke everyone up with a song, and then set to work.
Once a cockerel was sweeping the yard and saw a spike of wheat on the ground.
- Cool, Vert, - called the cockerel, - look what I found!
The mice come running and say:
- You need to thresh him.
- And who will thresh? asked the cockerel.
“Not me!” shouted one.
“Not me!” shouted another.
“All right,” said the cockerel, “I’ll thresh.”
And set to work. And the mice began to play bast shoes.
The cockerel finished thrashing and shouted:
- Hey, Cool, hey, Vert, look how much grain I have threshed!
The mice came running and squealed in one voice:
- Now you need to carry grain to the mill, grind flour!
- And who will bear it? asked the cockerel.
“Not me!” Shouted Krut.
“Not me!” shouted Vert.
“Okay,” said the cockerel, “I’ll take the grain to the mill.”
He put the bag on his shoulders and left. And the mice, meanwhile, started a leapfrog. Jumping over each other, having fun.
The cockerel returned from the mill, again calling the mice:
— Here, Cool, here. Twirl! I brought flour.
The mice came running, they look, they won’t praise:
- Oh, cock! Oh well done! Now you need to knead the dough and bake pies.
- Who will knead? asked the cockerel. And the mice are on their own again.
“Not me!” Krut squeaked.
“Not me!” Whirl squeaked.
The cockerel thought, thought and said:
“Looks like I have to.
He kneaded the dough, dragged firewood, lit the stove. And as the oven was heated, he planted pies in it. The mice also do not lose time: they sing songs, dance. The pies were baked, the cockerel took them out, put them on the table, and the mice were right there. And I didn't have to call them.
- Oh, and I'm hungry! Krut squeaks.
- Oh, and I want to eat! squeaks Vert.
And they sat down at the table.
And the rooster says to them:
- Wait, wait! You tell me first who found the spikelet.
- You found! the mice screamed loudly.
- And who threshed the spikelet? the cockerel asked again.
- You screwed up! Both said quietly.
Who carried the grain to the mill?
“You too,” Cool and Vert answered quite quietly.
Who kneaded the dough? Did you carry firewood? Fired up the oven? Who baked pies?
- All you. That's all you, - the little mice squeaked a little audibly.
— And what did you do?
What to say in response? And there is nothing to say. Krut and Vert began to crawl out from behind the table, but the cockerel does not hold them back. There is nothing to treat such loafers and lazy people with pies.

Once upon a time there were two mice, Cool and Vert, and a cockerel Vociferous Neck.
The mice only knew that they were singing and dancing, spinning and spinning.
And the cockerel rose a little light, at first he woke everyone up with a song, and then set to work. Once a cockerel was sweeping the yard and saw a spike of wheat on the ground.

- Cool, Vert, - called the cockerel, - look what I found!
The mice come running and say:
- You need to thresh him.
- And who will thresh? - asked the cockerel.
- Not me! one shouted.
- Not me! another shouted.
- Okay, - said the cockerel, - I'll thresh.
And set to work. And the mice began to play bast shoes.

The cockerel finished thrashing and shouted:
- Hey, Cool, hey, Vert, look how much grain I have threshed!
The mice came running and squealed in one voice:
- Now you need to carry the grain to the mill, grind the flour!
- And who will bear it? - asked the cockerel.
- Not me! Krut shouted.
- Not me! Vert shouted.
- All right, - said the cockerel, - I'll take the grain to the mill.
He put the bag on his shoulders and left.


And the mice, meanwhile, started a leapfrog. Jumping over each other, having fun.
The cockerel returned from the mill, again calling the mice:
- Here, Cool, here. Twirl! I brought flour.
The mice came running, they look, they won’t praise:
- Oh yes, cock! Oh well done! Now you need to knead the dough and bake pies.

- Who will knead? - asked the cockerel.
And the mice are theirs again:
- Not me! - Krut squeaked.
- Not me! squeaked Vert.
The cockerel thought, thought and said:
Apparently, I'll have to.
He kneaded the dough, dragged firewood, lit the stove. And as the oven was heated, he planted pies in it.


The mice also do not lose time: they sing songs, dance.
The pies were baked, the cockerel took them out, put them on the table, and the mice were right there.

And I didn't have to call them.
- Oh, and I'm hungry! - Krut squeaks.
- Oh, and I want to eat! - squeaks Vert.
And they sat down at the table.
And the rooster says to them:
- Wait, wait! You tell me first who found the spikelet.
- You found! the mice screamed loudly.

- And who threshed the spikelet? - the cockerel asked again.
- You threshed! both said quietly.
- And who carried the grain to the mill?
- Too you, - Quietly answered Krut and Vert.
Who kneaded the dough? Did you carry firewood? Fired up the oven? Who baked pies?
- All you. That's all you, - the little mice squeaked a little audibly.
- What did you do?


What to say in response? And there is nothing to say. Krut and Vert began to crawl out from behind the table, but the cockerel does not hold them back.
There is no reason to treat such loafers and lazy people with pies!

- END -

Ukrainian folk tale with illustrations

Once upon a time there were two mice, Cool and Vert, and a cockerel Vociferous Neck.
The mice only knew that they were singing and dancing, spinning and spinning.
And the cockerel rose a little light, at first he woke everyone up with a song, and then set to work. Once a cockerel was sweeping the yard and saw a spike of wheat on the ground.

- Cool, Vert, - called the cockerel, - look what I found!
The mice come running and say:
- You need to thresh him.
- And who will thresh? - asked the cockerel.
- Not me! one shouted.
- Not me! another shouted.
- Okay, - said the cockerel, - I'll thresh.
And set to work. And the mice began to play bast shoes.

The cockerel finished thrashing and shouted:
- Hey, Cool, hey, Vert, look how much grain I have threshed!
The mice came running and squealed in one voice:
- Now you need to carry the grain to the mill, grind the flour!
- And who will bear it? - asked the cockerel.
- Not me! Krut shouted.
- Not me! Vert shouted.
- All right, - said the cockerel, - I'll take the grain to the mill.
He put the bag on his shoulders and left.


And the mice, meanwhile, started a leapfrog. Jumping over each other, having fun.
The cockerel returned from the mill, again calling the mice:
- Here, Cool, here. Twirl! I brought flour.
The mice came running, they look, they won’t praise:
- Oh yes, cock! Oh well done! Now you need to knead the dough and bake pies.

- Who will knead? - asked the cockerel.
And the mice are theirs again:
- Not me! - Krut squeaked.
- Not me! squeaked Vert.
The cockerel thought, thought and said:
Apparently, I'll have to.
He kneaded the dough, dragged firewood, lit the stove. And as the oven was heated, he planted pies in it.


The mice also do not lose time: they sing songs, dance.
The pies were baked, the cockerel took them out, put them on the table, and the mice were right there.

And I didn't have to call them.
- Oh, and I'm hungry! - Krut squeaks.
- Oh, and I want to eat! - squeaks Vert.
And they sat down at the table.
And the rooster says to them:
- Wait, wait! You tell me first who found the spikelet.
- You found! the mice screamed loudly.

- And who threshed the spikelet? - the cockerel asked again.
- You threshed! both said quietly.
- And who carried the grain to the mill?
- Too you, - Quietly answered Krut and Vert.
Who kneaded the dough? Did you carry firewood? Fired up the oven? Who baked pies?
- All you. That's all you, - the little mice squeaked a little audibly.
- What did you do?


What to say in response? And there is nothing to say. Krut and Vert began to crawl out from behind the table, but the cockerel does not hold them back.
There is no reason to treat such loafers and lazy people with pies!

- END -

Ukrainian folk tale with illustrations

Once upon a time there were two mice, Cool and Vert, and a cockerel Vociferous Neck. The mice only knew that they were singing and dancing, spinning and spinning. And the cockerel rose a little light, at first he woke everyone up with a song, and then set to work.
Once a cockerel was sweeping the yard and saw a spike of wheat on the ground.
- Cool, Vert, - called the cockerel, - look what I found!
The mice come running and say:
- You need to thresh him.
- And who will thresh? - asked the cockerel.
“Not me!” one shouted.
“Not me!” shouted another.
- All right, - said the cockerel, - I will thresh.
And set to work. And the mice began to play bast shoes.
The cockerel finished thrashing and shouted:
- Hey, Cool, hey, Vert, look how much grain I have threshed!
The mice came running and squealed in one voice:
- Now you need to carry the grain to the mill, grind the flour!
- And who will bear it? - asked the cockerel.
“Not me!” Krut shouted.
- Not me! - shouted Vert.
- All right, - said the cockerel, - I'll take the grain to the mill.
He put the bag on his shoulders and left. And the mice, meanwhile, started a leapfrog. Jumping over each other, having fun.
The cockerel returned from the mill, again calling the mice:
- Here, Cool, here. Twirl! I brought flour.
The mice came running, they look, they won’t praise:
- Oh yes, cock! Oh well done! Now you need to knead the dough and bake pies.
- Who will knead? - asked the cockerel. And the mice are on their own again.
- Not me! -Squeaked Krut.
- Not me! -Vert squeaked.
The cockerel thought, thought and said:
Apparently, I'll have to.
He kneaded the dough, dragged firewood, lit the stove. And as the oven was heated, he planted pies in it. The mice also do not lose time: they sing songs, dance. The pies were baked, the cockerel took them out, put them on the table, and the mice were right there. And I didn't have to call them.
- Oh, and I'm hungry! - Krut squeaks.
- Oh, and I want to eat! - squeaks Vert.
And they sat down at the table.
And the rooster says to them:
- Wait, wait! You tell me first who found the spikelet.
- You found! the mice screamed loudly.
- And who threshed the spikelet? - the cockerel asked again.
- You threshed! both said quietly.
- And who carried the grain to the mill?
- Too you, - Quietly answered Krut and Vert.
Who kneaded the dough? Did you carry firewood? Fired up the oven? Who baked pies?
- All you. That's all you, - the little mice squeaked a little audibly.
- What did you do?
What to say in response? And there is nothing to say. Krut and Vert began to crawl out from behind the table, but the cockerel does not hold them back. There is nothing to treat such loafers and lazy people with pies.