The ogre and Little

once upon a time, there was an old man and an old woman who had no children, and they thought of everything, and they prayed to god, and she didn't have children.

on one occasion, the old man went to the woods to pick mushrooms and met another grandpa.

"i know what you're thinking," grandpa said, "i think about children all the time.

you go to the village, collect an egg in each household, put the chicken in your crib on the egg, and you understand." old man back in the village.

there were 41 families in the village, and he was taken from house to house, each with an egg and placed a hen on 41 eggs.

the old man watched every day, and the old lady watched every day, and after two weeks, forty-one little boys, forty-five big, one small and thin, were hatched in the chicken, and the old man named every boy, and only the last one could not find a proper name.

"hello," the old man said, "just call it a little." a child grows fast, not like a day, but like an hour.

they grew up and started helping mom and dad.

forty young men work in the field, and little one stays home to do light work.

the weeding season had arrived and the brothers had been working for a week before returning to the village.

they're full.

lie down and sleep.

the old man looked at them and said, "you hairy kids, you can eat, you can sleep, you can't work." "you better go first, dad." little answer.

the old man put on the horse and looked in the ground: 40 grasses in front of him.

"oh, my gosh, the kids are so good! they cut so much grass in a week, and they're like, " the next day, the old man went back to the ground to enjoy his own business.

he found out that there was one less grass, and he came home and said, "children, a grass is gone!" "we can catch the thief, you give me a hundred rubles, and i can do it." he took a hundred rubles from his father and went to the blacksmith.

: "can you put out a chain and tie a man up from head to foot?"

"no problem!" says the blacksmith.

"beware, be firm.

if the chain survives, i'll pay you a hundred rubles.

if the chain breaks, it's for nothing." the blacksmith made a pair of chains, which he used to tie himself up, and it broke.

the blacksmith has doubled the chain, this time.

small enough to pay a hundred rubles, take a chain to guard the grass, sit under it and wait for the thief to steal the grass.

in the middle of the night, when the sky turned, the sea blew up and ran out of the bottom of the sea with a strange mare, running towards the first grass, eating it with a big mouth.

little jumps up and throws the chain over the mare and rides on the back.

the mare crossed over the valley, over the mountains, and couldn't fall on his back, and he stopped and said, "hey, good.

you can ride me, you can ride my horse." the mare ran to the sea and screamed.

the sea made a big wave and ran out of foureleven horses, heading for the shore.

i've had one race and i can't find such a good horse.

the next morning, the old man heard horses barking and horseshoes in the yard.

what's going on? it turns out his son came back with a bunch of horses.

"hello, brothers.

now we each have a horse, riding to find a wife." let's go! they've been gone a long time.

where are there so many unmarried girls? no one wants to marry alone.

what woman dares to say that she has 41 daughters?