The rich and the beggar read. Greedy richer

About rich and poor brother

Once upon a time there were two brothers. The eldest was rich and the youngest was poor. The rich have feasts and merriment, but the poor sometimes have no bread either: the children are full of huts, and everything is small and small.
The last cow was eaten, and it came to the point that there was absolutely nothing to feed the children. The poor man says:
- Let's go, wife, to my brother, we'll ask for bread. Perhaps he will give a bag of flour.
- Well, let's go.
And let's go.
On that day, a holiday was celebrated there. Guests came from all the volosts: both merchants and priests, and rich men are sitting in the upper room feasting.
The poor man and his wife greeted and asked:
- Give, brother, bread, there is nothing to feed the guys!
Autumn will come - we will pay off.
The rich man took out the stale rug, gave it and says:
- In a difficult time, you will work a day or two for this - and we will be calculated.
But he did not invite me to the table. It seemed insulting to them, but what would you do! The worker brought the kvass, drank it, and with that we went home.
It is audible - the guests in the upper room are singing songs.
The poor man says:
- And what, wife, come on and we will binge! Let people think that we were treated to wine.
- What are you talking about! The guests there sing because they ate sweet food and drank a lot, but you and I have no time for songs.
And the poor man stands his ground - he dragged on the song, and he heard two voices: someone was singing along in a thin voice.
- Is it you, wife, helping me to sing?
- What are you, I did not think!
- So who else is singing?
“I don’t know,” his wife replies. - Come on, get drunk, let's listen.
He began to sing again. One sings, but two voices are heard: someone subtly sings along. We stopped. The poor man asks:
- Who sings along here?
- Yes I am, your need.
The poor man turned around and saw a little old woman next to him - an old woman standing as tall as an elbow, all in rags.
Shouted to her:
- Well, why are you freezing in the wind? Get in my bag, I will bring you.
Need got into the sack, and the poor man tied the sack tighter, and let's go.
At home, the hostess cut off a slice of bread for the children, fed them and began to put them to bed.
The husband does not go to bed, saws and planes boards.
- What is there, looking at night, thought of tinkering? the wife asks.
- Shut up, wife! We must bury the need. Tired, damn it, worse than a bitter radish!
So he put together the coffin, put the Need in the coffin and nailed the lid tightly with nails.
He grabbed a shovel and carried Need to the cemetery. I dug a deep grave there, lowered Need and just began to bury it, when I heard a shovel rang on something. He bent down and looked - found a piece of gold. He quickly buried the grave, trampled the earth.
- Lie here, now we will begin to live without the need.
I turned home and fell asleep. The next day I went to the city and sold gold there. With this money I bought a horse, a cow and three carts of bread. Then I bought all the guys and my wife a new thing, and there was still plenty of money left. I repaired the hut, coped with it completely and began to work and live and live, forget the dashing time. Good luck in everything: the harvest turned out to be good, and I caught plenty of fish, and the children began to grow up and help with the household.
And the rich brother is jealous:
"There was a beggar, he worked for strangers, but now he started his own farm. Didn't he stole something from me?"
I could not resist, came to my younger brother and asked:
- You were the last resident in the village, and now you have become a good owner. How did you get out of poverty?
The younger brother told him everything without hiding: how he and his wife went home, and how Need sang along with him, and how he got rid of her.
The rich man asked where the nuda was buried, and in a hurry - he can't wait to start:
- I sat at your place, but things await me.
“Dine with us, brother, and drink some tea,” the younger brother persuaded.
- No, I don't have time to dine and drink teas. We must hurry home.
And left.
At home he took a spade and an ax and quickly ran to the cemetery. I found the place where Need is buried, dug a grave, bent down and asked:
- Are you alive, Need?
“Oh, she’s alive,” Need answers barely audibly, “but it’s bad for me, oh, how bad!
- Okay, I'll release you now.
He went down into the pit, sipped the lid with an ax and said:
- Go need to your little brother, you will begin to live freely with him.
And need contrived, but jumped on his neck:
- No, that brother buried me alive, and you kind - released me! I'm not going anywhere from you now.
And need remained with the elder brother. He began to live worse and worse, and in the end he was completely ruined.

Two brothers lived in the same village - a rich one and a poor one.

The rich traveled to the city and sold wheat, while the poor's children went around the world - they fed themselves and carried them to their fathers and mothers.

Once the poor brother decided to bow to the rich and asked him to help him with anything.

And the rich man says to him:

- What to ask, brother, collect all your bread, and equip with me in the city to the bazaar. Today the prices for wheat are good, and the price for other bread is also good.

The poor brother went - swept up all the notches, collected all the bread to the grain - how much he had.

There were five measures.

Harnessed a horse. And his horse was thin, thin. Well, it's not hard to carry, maybe it will pull.

And the rich brother turned on such a cart that the horse was barely lucky. And she was good - well-fed and playful.

So both went on the road.

The rich one goes, and the poor one goes behind.

They drive up to the mountain. The rich man tailed his horse with a whip and quickly climbed the mountain, and the poor man rode half a mountain, and the horse stood.

He took some hay out of the sleigh, gave it to the horse - it was already late afternoon - and he himself went to break branches and make a fire.

He walked in the forest, walked and fought off his horse. The forest stands densely - and you can't go forward, and you can't go back.

So he climbed up a tree to see if there was a light in which direction.

He looked, looked - he sees: in one direction it glows slightly.

He went there, to the light.

Goes out into a wide clearing. There is a huge, huge house in the clearing, never seen before.

He enters the house, but the house is empty, empty.

He opened one door, opened the other, looked in there, looked here - and saw: there was a table set, and on the table there was a lot of all kinds of food and all kinds of wine.

Only he wanted to sit down at the table, he hears - behind the wall someone gives a voice:

- If you are a kind person, come here!

He went. And there a woman, no one knows what, is suffering in childbirth. And there is no one to take the baby from her, and there is no one to wash it.

Well, the man took the baby from her, cleaned it up, washed it, and immediately baptized it.

After that, this woman took him to the table, seated him and let's treat him. The poor brother ate so much that his sides were on the side, and the wine was drunk.

And the woman says to him:

- Go now hide under the stove for the time being. Otherwise it will be bad. My husband will come and kill you.

He went, climbed under the stove and sits there.

He hears: knocking at the door - the husband of that woman comes.

I went into the house and asked:

- What is it like we have a smell of Russian spirit? Is there any stranger?

She says:

- There are no strangers.

Well, he didn't ask any more, sat down at the table.

- Come on, wife, have supper.

She serves. That gives, the other gives, and then he says:

“You don’t know what happened here without you.

- What happened?

- Yes, if not a kind person, I might not have walked on the ground anymore.

- And how did the kind person help you?

- That's what helped. I accepted my son. And washed and christened. Now he is our godfather.

- And where is he with you? The guy asks.

- Yes, he sits under the stove.

- Well, godfather, come out! - says the owner. - Come out, do not be afraid. Let's have a drink, let's eat!

The poor man got out from under the stove and sat down at the table with his new godfather.

They drink and eat and sing songs.

And the poor man, no, no, he will think.

“Oh,” he says, “godfather, I’m fed up and drunk here, but the children and my wife are starving at home.

- Do not interpret, godfather! I have thrown a bundle of arzhan flour for them - enough until your arrival.

One day a man is visiting a godfather with a godfather and another day he is visiting.

And on the third he says to the godfather:

- It's time for me, kumanek, to go to the city.

- Well, if you have to, go. I'll give you my Serka.

And so he harnessed the godfather Serka and poured a whole cart of wheat, and the gossip tied his fellow travelers into the tablecloth.

- On you, godfather! Enough until you get home!

He took these fellow travelers and sat down in the sleigh. And the godfather says to him:

- Go with God. Just hold on tight to the cart. If you go up the hill, your horse is standing there. I gave her some hay. And if you go downhill, your brother lies there. He was overturned and crushed by a cart. So, when you pass by, you will lightly touch the dissolutions, so you will help him out. Goodbye godfather!

He waved his hat. And as he waved, and rolled this Serko - only the snow from under the sleigh rushes. And you don't need to rule them - he himself knows where to go. Yes, only it does not go, but flies with the wind.

The poor brother leaned on the cart, neither alive nor dead. Here, - he thinks, - Serko will kill him.

No, nothing, he is going alive - albeit soon and quickly.

Walks past the mountain where the horse was left. Looks, looks, and you can hardly see her, so much hay is piled all around!

He began to go downhill. That's right - the brother's cart is overturned, and the owner is barely alive under it.

Well, he drove by, touched the dissolution and threw the cart.

The rich brother got up and went after the poor. Yes, only now and not to keep up with him. In vain does the horse torment. By evening I reached the inn. And my brother is already there, - together they stuck to the night.

The rich asks the poor: where did he get such a horse?

He says: so, they say, and so.

The rich man thought it offended.

“I’ll go,” he thinks, “into the yard and put stones for him in the cart. Let him fix his Serk. "

I thought it over and did it. At night I went into the courtyard and let's put stones under the bread and under the mat. He puts it down, puts it down - he put half a cube ...

- Well, now, - he says, - you can't hide from the place.

And he went back to the hut.

In the morning, a little light, the rich brother is going to the city. And the poor man is still lying on the stove.

- Go, - he says, - brother, forward. I will overtake you.

“You will overtake it now! - thinks the rich brother. - No matter how it is! "

Here he is going, going, driving the horse. And he himself, no, no, and he turns back - shouldn't he see his brother?

Once it turned around, another turned around - no one is visible.

And the third time he turned around and looked - there was a pillar of snow! Here he is - Serko! Catching up, catching up - and overtook!

The rich brother has broken sweat in the cold.

Thinks: “What is it? He has laid so many stones, but he is carrying, he does not hear his cart ... "

And so both brothers arrived in the city. They stood by and opened the cart.

The people went out to buy wheat.

They will approach a rich brother and see: nothing, bread is like bread.

And when they come up to the poor brother, they will stop: such wheat has never been seen! Grain to grain! And where did she grow up!

They began to crowd around him, to push. Anyone can buy a hunt.

The poor brother sold out all the wheat - to the grain. Look, at the bottom of the wagon, where the stone was laid, there are sugar loaves.

The rich brother, as he saw this case, so blackened everything.

And the poor man ceased to wonder.

- Sahara, - he says, - who needs it? I sell sugar!

I sold it and I got a whole bag of money.

Then he closed the cart and sat down on the cart.

“Goodbye,” he says, “brother! - And waved his hat.

And how he waved - so Serko and rolled that is stronger than the wind!

Brought him back to the godfather.

Kum asks: - Well, what? Selling wheat?

- Sold, - says and gives the godfather a bag of money.

And he doesn't.

- Is the bag heavy? - asks.

- Nothing!

- Will you be enough on the mend?

The poor brother only bows.

- Enough, godfather.

- Well, sit down now to dine off the path! And we'll have some wine.

We sat at the table. Poor and says:

- I feel good here. And the children are starving there!

- Do not interpret, godfather! I have thrown two knots for them. Enough before you arrive.

For two days the peasant stayed with the godfather with the gossip, and on the third he began to gather.

- Well, godfather, thank you, and it's time for me to go home.

Kum says:

- If it's time, then it's time.

And he took the peasant to the cellar. And in that cellar there are three notches with money: in one - copper, in the other - silver, in the third - gold.

He poured him three sacks of gold, three sacks of silver and four sacks of copper.

He took it out, put it on the wood and says:

- It's for you in the bargain. Moreover, I give you my Serk, and if this Serko is bad, come. I'll give you a new one!

And so he said goodbye to the godfather and gossip, sat down on the logs, whistled - and how Serko drove! You can't keep your caps on your head!

Again he goes past the mountain where the horse was left with him. She looks: as she stood, she is all in the hay and stands.

You can't even see where it is.

Well, he dug a horse out of the hay, tied it in the back and came home.

He let Serka into the yard, and the children run, meet their father.

- Dad, now we have a lot of bread. Now we will not cry and ask strangers.

He goes into the entrance, and there four kuli of flour are brought. He enters the hut - a lot of bread has been baked in all shopkeepers.

And the rich brother went and came back. I brought all the wheat back. Nobody took a handful from him. As if he transferred all his luck along with the stone to the brother's cart.

So it has been since then. Whatever the rich man does is useless. Come on! There is no good end to any beginning.

And the poor were lucky in everything. Live and rejoice, but remember your godfather well!

And who he is that godfather is unknown. Whether a man or not - go and know!

or - there were two brothers: one rich, the other poor. Here comes a poor man to a rich man and asks:

Give, brother, bread!

And he says:

Let me gouge out your eyes, then I will.

He agrees:

Well, gouge it out, but still give bread! ..

The rich man gouged out the poor man's eyes and gave him something to eat. While the poor man went to beg for food, he gouged out his eyes and cut off his ears, cut off his arms and legs, and all for that bread is unfortunate. Here is a man who, without ears and without everything, rolled his eyeless, rolled into the fox's hole and lay there. Suddenly at night, as it rings, as it whistles, Saint Yuri comes running with wolves, foxes and all kinds of beasts. He stopped at the hole where the man was lying, and said:

Just look, do not tell anyone about this, that I will tell you: tomorrow there will be such dew that every patient will be cured. The tsar has a sick daughter, if she were to be anointed with that dew, she would be healed. And people do not have water, but if you raise a stone in such and such a place, then the water would flow.

The man woke up in the morning and as he began to roll on the grass, his arms and legs suddenly grew. Then he anointed his eyes - his eyes began to see. So he smeared himself until he was completely healed, and then he gathered this dew, went to the king and cured his daughter; and the king rewarded him generously for this. Having healed the princess, he went to the people who did not have water, lifted up a stone, and the water flowed out.

People rejoice and rewarded him, too, so generously that he became rich, and the one who was rich became poor. He walks and asks for bread.

Give, - he says, - bread and gouge out my eyes, cut off my arms and legs and take me to the hole where you were lying.

And the brother, who was a poor man, says:

Don't, take it like that!

No, - he says, - cut off my arms and legs and take me!

In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, a story appeared not from us, how two brothers lived: one rich and the other poor. Here they have lived for several years. Then comes, as we call it, parental day — rainbow, you need to remember your parents. A rich brother has enough of everything, and a poor brother has nothing. The poor brother says to his mistress:
- Go see my brother, ask for something. Maybe it will give something to remember the parents.
So she went to his brother, a rich man. Enters the hut:
- Hello!
- Hello, come in, sit down!
And she says:
- No, I have no time to sit, I came for business. Do mercy, today is parental day, give us a piece of meat to remember our parents.
The rich man says:
- Bring it to your brother. Let him give it to the tramp!
So she took the meat and carried it home. Brings and says:
- Sent to you by his brother, ordered to give it to the tramp!
The poor man thinks:
- What should I do, he sent not to me, but to a tramp. I'm going to look for the tramp.
Here he walked, walked. A tramp meets him and says:
- Hello, little man, where are you going?
- And I'm going to look for a tramp.
- I'm a vagabond, give me meat!
The poor man asks:
- And what will you give me for this?
- From what I will give you, look, do not take anything, but only take a black chicken!
The peasant gave the meat to the tramp. Tramp says:
- Take three steps back!
The man stepped back, sees: there are mansions, and on the tables there are wines, snacks, and various dishes. The poor man lived and walked in these mansions for three days. Then they say to him:
- Well, what will you take for yourself? Gold or Silver?
- No, I don't need either gold or silver, but give me a black chicken!
They answer him:
- How good you are, take yours!
The poor man took the chicken and went. He walked, walked and said to himself:
- Well, what did I take this chicken for? It would be better if I took gold or silver.
Out of nowhere - a tramp, stood in front of the peasant and said:
- Take and cuddle this chicken!
The poor man began to squeeze the chicken, and she began to rush with gold. The poor man walked a little, then he squeezed her again and filled his pockets with gold. Walked, walked ... There was a tavern. I went there and said to the innkeeper:
- Give me a glass of vodka, and another, and a third!
He took out the vodka, took a bite and gives the gold one. The tavern says:
- Where did you get the gold?
The poor man answers:
- I have a chicken, she brings me gold coins instead of eggs! - and let's squeeze the chicken. The chicken began to rush in gold and silver. The kabatchitsa gave the poor man a drink, very drunk. He went to bed, put the chicken in their heads. The innkeeper took the chicken and changed it. The poor man got up, grabbed the chicken and went home. He comes and says to his wife:
- Well, wife, spread the sackcloth!
And he began to crush the chicken. Crushed, crushed, only stained the sackcloth. Says to his wife.
- I'll go back to the tramp.
He walked, walked, he meets a tramp. The poor man says:
- No, tramp, your chicken has gone bad! There is no use from it, it does not give gold!
Tramp and says:
- Take three steps back again!
The poor man stepped back, looks, again mansions. Tramp and says to him:
- Look: don't take anything, just take the tablecloth!
They treated the poor man in a mansion and said:
- What will you take: gold or silver? The poor man answers:
- I don't need anything, just give me this tablecloth!
- Well, what to do with you? Take it!
The poor man took it and went. Then he says to himself:
- Well, what am I going to do with this tablecloth?
Again, out of nowhere, a tramp. He stood before his eyes and said to him:
- You take it, shake this tablecloth! Everything you need will appear!
The poor man shook the tablecloth. Mansions, drinks, snacks appeared. The poor man drank, slept and walked on. There is a tavern. He went in there. Came in and let's boast to the tavern. The Kabatchitsa gave him a drink again, very drunk. The poor man fell asleep and put the tablecloth under his head. The innkeeper took this tablecloth and put another one down. The poor man woke up, grabbed the tablecloth slipped to him and went home. He came and said to his wife:
- Now we will live with you! Look what I do now!
He took out a tablecloth from his bosom and shook it. There is nothing. Zhenka and says:
- How many times are you deceiving me?
The poor man took the tablecloth and went back to the tramp. Brings the tramp and says:
- What did you give me? At first everything was, but now there is nothing!
Tramp says:
- You good man, but a gap: you take from us, but you don't bring it to yourself, you leave it in a tavern. The innkeeper has exchanged both the chicken and the tablecloth for you. What do you want: gold, silver or a simple pipe?
The poor man says:
- Give me this tube!
- Well, what to do with you, take it!
The poor man took it and went. He walked, walked and thought:
- Well, what do I need this pipe for?
He wanted to leave her. A tramp appears and says:
- You trumpet this tube!
The poor man blew his trumpet. Twelve fellows jump out - voice to voice, hair to hair, eye to eye - and ask:
- What do you need for you?
The poor man answers:
- I need to drink and take a walk!
There was music, drinks, snacks. After drinking, taking a walk, the poor man blew into the pipe again - nothing happened. He walks again near that tavern. I went there and said to the tavern:
- Listen, clever girl! Give back my black chicken and my tablecloth, and if you don’t give it back, then I’ll punish you now!
Kabatchitsa let's drive him in the neck from the pub. The poor man blew into a pipe. Twelve fellows jumped out - voice to voice, hair to hair, eye to eye - and they all say at once:
- What do you need for you?
- And here's what: beat this innkeeper to death and tear her body to pieces!
So they grabbed her, began to wag her, she shouts:
- Wait, wait, brothers! I'll give your chicken and tablecloth!
The poor man blew this pipe again, and all the fellows disappeared. He took a chicken, a tablecloth and went. Came home and says:
- Well, wife! Now we are doing, thank God!
The wife says:
- Fully you laugh at me!
The poor man calls his wife:
- Go here! She walked over.
He blew into his pipe, twelve fellows jumped out:
- What do you want?
- To have something to eat, drink, and take a walk!
There are such mansions that you can only look at them and admire them. The music started playing. The poor man shook the tablecloth - drinks and snacks appeared. The poor man and his wife feasted and walked for three days and three nights. Then the poor man blew again on his pipe - as if nothing had happened.
He took out a chicken and says:
- Well, wife, spread the sackcloth!
The wife spread the sackcloth. Poor man, let's squeeze the chicken, she began to rush in gold and silver. Then the poor man says to his wife:
- Go to your brother for a measure!
The wife came to the rich man and said:
- Brother, give us a measure!
- For what?
- Yes, the man wants to measure something.
The rich man says to the hostess:
- Give them a measure that is without hoops!
The poor man's wife took the measurement and carried it home. She and her husband determined two whole quarters of the gold and strained them in the cracks in the hut. A rich man walks, noticed gold on the windows and thinks: what is it? I went into the hut, looked: gold was poked in all the cracks in the hut. They say to the poor brother:
- Where did you take it?
- I got it.
The envious rich man denounced his brother Pan (and this was under serfdom). The landowner sends for this man. The poor man went to the landowner. The landowner says:
- I heard that you have a chicken that rushes in gold, and you also have a tablecloth that gives you all kinds of drinks and snacks.
- Yes, your honor, there is!
- Where did you get this?
- You never know where!
- Here I order you to bring all this to me!
The man thought, thought, what to do here, and the master says:
- You give me only one day!
The poor man gave the master a chicken and a self-assembled tablecloth for one day.
The day passes — they don’t carry, the second and third — they don’t carry them all.
The poor man took his pipe and went to the master. He came to the courtyard and said:
- Well, sir, please bring my things! The master shouts:
- Hey you, my servants! Give it to him!
The poor man blew a pipe - twelve fellows jumped out.
- What do you want!
- Go ahead, everyone!
So they began to beat the servants first. The landowner looked, looked, saw that his turn was coming up to him, and said:
- Here, brother, your things, just leave as soon as possible!
The poor man took a chicken and a self-made tablecloth and went home. He began to live, to live and make good money.

There lived two brothers: a rich one and a poor one. The rich man did nothing himself; he had many workers. And the poor man was fishing in the lake - and so he lived.
Once a rich man celebrated a wedding - he married his son. Many guests gathered at his place.
“I’m going to visit my brother too,” the poor man thinks. He borrowed a loaf of bread from the neighbors and went to the wedding.
He came and stands on the doorstep with bread. His rich brother saw:
- What have you brought? I have guests here that are not your match! Get out of here!
And drove him away
The poor brother felt offended. He took a fishing rod and went fishing. He got into an old canoe and swam out to the middle of the lake. Bit, bit - and all the small fish comes across. And then the sun is already setting. “Well,” thinks the poor fisherman, “I'll throw it one more time for good luck.” He threw down his fishing rod and pulled out such a fish that he had never seen before: big and all silver.
He was glad of the marvelous fish and began to stuff it into the bag. And she suddenly says in a human voice:
- Do not destroy me, kind person, let me go back to the lake.
The fisherman remembered about his children and said:
- I can’t let you go - and I myself am hungry and the children want to eat for a long time. What will I return home with?
- Since you are so poor, - says the fish, - then put your hand in my mouth and pull out the golden ring.
The fisherman thought and said:
“I’m afraid you’ll bite off my arm again.”
- Do not be afraid, I will not take a bite!
The fisherman grew bolder, put his hand into the fish's mouth and pulled out a golden ring.
- What should I do with him? the fisherman asks. - After all, he will not feed me.
- Nothing, - says the wondrous fish, - still how to feed! Throw your little fish out of the canoe and throw this ring in there.
And so the fisherman did. And as soon as he threw the ring on the bottom of the shuttle, in a moment there was a whole lot of money.
The fisherman let the fish go into the lake, and he swam to the shore as quickly as possible. He took off his shirt on the shore, put the money in it and went home.
Now the poor brother has lived in such a way that it’s better not. He set up a new hut and invited the guests to a housewarming party. But he did not call his brother - he could not forgive him the insult.
The rich man visited that his poor brother had built a new hut and was feasting with the guests. He says to his son:
- Go and see what he's doing there. The son came, looked and ran back.
“Oh,” he says to his father, “you don’t have that which your poor brother has — and there’s a new hut, and there are plenty of cattle, and there’s plenty of everything on the table!”
The rich man turned black with envy. He sends his son again to call his poor brother.
A poor brother comes to a rich one.
- Where did you get so much good? - asks the rich brother of the poor. - You, they say, live better than mine.
The poor man told everything how it was.
As the rich man heard this, his hands were combed.
"I'll go," he thinks, "and I'll catch that fish."
He took a tighter fishing rod, got into a new canoe and swam to the middle of the lake. I caught, caught and fished out a wonderful fish.
- Do not destroy me, - the fish asks, - let me go back, I have small children there ...
“No, my dear,” the rich man stubbornly said. - I won't let you in! Give me the same ring that you gave my brother.
- So your brother was poor, he had no bread. Why do you need it?
- How so why? I don't want my brother to be richer than me! Give the ring and that's it! But no - I'll take you home and fry you.
“Well, then,” the fish says. - Take it, if you are so envious. What is it to me.
She opened her mouth. And the greedy rich man thrust his hand into her mouth up to the elbow. Then the fish as if crushed by its teeth - it bit off its hand and dived with it to the bottom of the lake.
The rich brother returned home with no money and no hand.
It serves him right! That's the end of the fairy tale, and who listened - well done!