Russian folk story: Little Man

once upon a time, there was a boss and a boss.

they have no children, but they live by each other.

one day, she went to the ground and cut off one of her fingers.

the old lady came home in a hurry, wrapped her finger in rags and put it on the rag.

all of a sudden, she heard someone crying on the counter, and she felt very strange.

listening carefully, it became clear that the crying came from inside the rag.

as a result, she unplugged the rag, but was surprised to find a boy with a big finger in it.

she was scared, and she said, "who are you?" the boy replied, "i was your son, born of your finger." the old lady took a look at this little thing, thought it was cute, and they never had kids, and decided to leave him at home.

although the little boy is no longer young, he is a very smart little man.

one day he asked me, "where's my father?" the boss said, "let's work in the field!" so the little guy said, "i'll help him." speaking of which, he jumped into the ground and lost his cigarette.

he went to the field, found the master, and he said, "hello, dad!" the boss can't find anyone.

"obvious.

who's calling me when i can't see anyone?" the boss doesn't know anything about little people.

"it's me, your son.

i brought you the field.

dad, sit down and smoke.

take a break." the old man was very happy to hear the little man's introduction and he sat down for lunch.

the little man crawled into the horse's ear and directed it into the field.

"if anyone wants to buy me, sell it to him.

don't be afraid.

i won't lose it.

i'll come home!" at that point, a nobleman came here on a fast horse and passed through the field, suffocating, as he saw the horse on a plow, but there was no one to control it.

the old man said, "what's the matter with you? this is my son in the field." the old man said he pointed his finger in the ear.

the nobles are even more surprised that there are such small people in the world.

"sell it to me!" said the nobles.

"no, no, the little boy with the big fingers is the child of my wife and my wife, and the only comfort we have." "sell it, grand master!" the nobles had to say。