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The pike is toothed. Russian folktale
On the night of Midsummer's Day, a pike was born in Sheksna, but such a toothy one that God forbid.
Breams, perches, ruffs gathered to stare at her and marveled at such a miracle:
- What a toothy pike!
And she began to grow by leaps and bounds: every day, it will increase by an inch.
And the pike began to walk in Sheksna and water the bream perches: from a distance he will see a bream, and that's enough - the bream is gone, only the bones on the teeth crunch.
What an opportunity happened in Sheksna!
What should bream and perch do? I have to sicken: the pike will come to everyone, nodding.
All the small fish gathered, and they began to think: how to translate a toothy pike and such a torrid one.
Ersh Ershovich came and said hastily:
“I’m thinking completely and breaking my head, but listen to what I’m going to bayat.” We are all sickened now in Sheksna, let's move better to small rivers to live - to Sisma, Konoma and Slavenka, no one will touch us there, we will live happily ever after.
And all the ruffs, bream, perch from Sheksna went up into small rivers - Sisma, Konoma and Slavenka.
On the way, as they walked, the cunning fisherman caught many of their brothers with a fishing rod and welded an ear.
Since then, there have been very few small fish in Sheksna. The big-toothed pike did a lot of trouble, and after that she herself did not do it.
As the small fish died, the pike went to grab the worms and fell on the hook itself. The fisherman boiled fish soup out of it, sipped and praised: such an ear was fat.
I was there, eating my ear together, it ran down my mustache, but I didn't get it in my mouth.
On the night of Midsummer's Day, a pike was born in Sheksna, but such a toothy one that God forbid! Breams, perches, ruffs - everyone gathered to stare at her and marveled at such a miracle. At that time the water in Sheksna shook; a ferry went across the river, but it almost got flooded, and red girls walked along the bank, but everyone was scattered. What a toothy pike was born! And she began to grow by leaps and bounds: every day, it will increase by an inch; and the toothed pike began to walk around in Sheksna and water the bream, to water the perches: from a distance he will see a bream, and besides, grabbing it with his teeth - the bream is gone, only the bones crunch on the teeth of the toothy pike.
What an opportunity happened in Sheksna! What should bream and perch do? Sickly comes: the pike will come to everyone, nodding 1. All the small fish gathered, and they began to think about how to transfer a toothy pike and such a torah. Ersh Ershovich also came to the council, and so hastily began to think 2: “To think completely and to break the head, to spoil the brain in fullness; but listen to what I will bayat. We are all sick now in Sheksna; the toothed pike does not give a passage, it takes any fish to the tooth! We do not live in Sheksna, let's move better to small rivers to live - in Sisma, Konoma and Slavenka; no one will touch us there, and we will live happily ever after and make our children happy. "
And all the ruffs, bream, perch from Sheksna went up into the small rivers Sizma, Konoma and Slavenka. On the way, as they walked, the cunning fisherman caught many of their brothers with a bait and welded a gored ear, and so it seems that he started to get started. Since then, there have been very few small fish in Sheksna. The fisherman will throw a fishing rod into the water, but he will not pull out anything; Once upon a time a sterlet will come across, and so catching a sabbath! Here's the whole story about a toothy pike and such a toothed pike. The cheat did a lot of trouble in Sheksna, and after that she herself did not do it well; as the small fish died, she went to grab the worms and fell herself on the hook. The fisherman cooked fish soup, sipped and praised: she was so fat! I was there, eating my ear together, it ran down my whiskers, I didn't get into my mouth.
1 It will destroy, it will destroy.
2 To be silent- speak, shout.
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Toothy pike.
On the night of Midsummer's Day, a pike was born in Sheksna, but such a toothy one that God forbid.
Breams, perches, ruffs gathered to stare at her and marveled at such a miracle:
What a toothy pike!
And she began to grow by leaps and bounds: every day, it will increase by an inch.
And the pike began to walk in Sheksna and water the bream, water the perches: from a distance it will see a bream and enough of it - the bream is gone, only the bones on the teeth crunch.
What an opportunity happened on Sheksna!
What should bream and perch do? I have to sicken: the pike will come to everyone, nodding.
All the small fish gathered, and they began to think: how to translate a toothy pike and such a torrid one.
Ersh Ershovich came and said hastily:
Thinking full of thought and breaking my head, but listen to what I'm going to bayat. We are all sickened now in Sheksna, let's move better to small rivers to live - to Sisma, Konoma and Slavenka, no one will touch us there, we will live happily ever after.
And all the ruffs, bream, perch from Sheksna went up into small rivers - Sisma, Konoma and Slavenka.
On the way, as they walked, the cunning fisherman caught many of their brothers with a fishing rod and welded an ear.
Since then, there have been very few small fish in Sheksna. The big-toothed pike did a lot of trouble, and after that she herself did not do it.
As the small fish died, the pike went to grab the worms and fell on the hook itself. The fisherman boiled fish soup out of it, sipped and praised: such an ear was fat.
I was there, eating my ear together, it ran down my mustache, but I didn't get it in my mouth.
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Summary: How a pike lived in the river, which suffered from her own excessive greed, is described in the Russian folk tale "On the Toothy Pike." Once a pike was born, only with very large teeth. They were so big that all small and large fish swam to her to look at her and there was no limit to surprise. When she got big, she began to catch and eat all the small fish. All grown up perches and bream gathered together and everyone began to think how you can save your life from a toothy pike. We decided to move to live in another river. As soon as trouble happened, they were caught by a fisherman and fried. The small fish disappeared and the pike began to swim hungry all the time. From hunger, she pounced on the worm, and he ended up with the hook. The pike got into the soup. You can read the fairy tale "About the Toothy Pike" online for free on this page. You can listen to it in audio recording. Don't forget to leave your feedback and suggestions.
The text of the fairy tale About the Toothy Pike
On the night of Midsummer's Day, a pike was born in Sheksna, but such a toothy one that God forbid.
Breams, perches, ruffs gathered to stare at her and marveled at such a miracle:
- What a toothy pike!
And she began to grow by leaps and bounds: every day, it will increase by an inch.
And the pike began to walk in Sheksna and water the bream, water the perches: from a distance it will see a bream and enough of it - the bream is gone, only the bones on the teeth crunch.
What an opportunity happened on Sheksna!
What should bream and perch do? I have to sicken: the pike will come to everyone, nodding.
All the small fish gathered, and they began to think: how to translate a toothy pike and such a torrid one.
Ersh Ershovich came and said hastily:
- I’ll think to think and break my head, but listen to what I’m going to bayat. We are all sickened now in Sheksna, let's move better to small rivers to live - to Sisma, Konoma and Slavenka, no one will touch us there, we will live happily ever after.
And all the ruffs, bream, perch from Sheksna went up into small rivers - Sisma, Konoma and Slavenka.
On the way, as they walked, the cunning fisherman caught many of their brothers with a fishing rod and welded an ear.
Since then, there have been very few small fish in Sheksna. The big-toothed pike did a lot of trouble, and after that she herself did not do it.
As the small fish died, the pike went to grab the worms and fell on the hook itself. The fisherman boiled fish soup out of it, sipped and praised: such an ear was fat.
I was there, eating my ear together, it ran down my mustache, but I didn't get it in my mouth.
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Toothy pike
Toothy pike
Once a pike was born in the Sheksna River, but such a toothy one! Breams, perches, ruffs gathered to stare at her and marveled at such a miracle:
What a toothy pike!
And she began to grow by leaps and bounds: every day, it will increase by an inch.
And the pike began to walk in the river and water bream, watering perches: from a distance he will see a bream, and that's enough - the bream is gone, only the bones on the teeth crunch.
What an opportunity happened on Sheksna! What should bream and perch do? I have to sicken: the pike will come to everyone, nodding.
All the small fish gathered, and they began to think: how to translate a pike with toothy and so tartar. Ersh Ershovich came and said hastily:
I’m thinking completely and breaking my head, but listen to what I’m going to say. We are all sickened now in Sheksna, let's move better to small rivers to live - to Sisma, Konoma and Slavenka, no one will touch us there, we will live happily ever after.
And all the ruffs, bream, perch from Sheksna went up into small rivers - Sisma, Konoma and Slavenka.
On the way, as they walked, the cunning fisherman caught many of their brothers with a fishing rod and welded an ear.
Since then, there have been very few small fish in Sheksna. The big-toothed pike did a lot of trouble, and after that she herself did not do it.
As the small fish died, the pike went to grab the worms and fell on the hook itself. The fisherman boiled fish soup out of it, sipped and praised: such an ear was fat. I was there, eating my ear together, it ran down my mustache, but I didn't get it in my mouth.