A short zm_st kazki charivna sopilka. "Russian Kazka" - Charivna nozzle. Kazki - Russian fairy tales - Folk Kazki - Charivna sopilka

Charivna sopilka - I want a sum of money, ale with a good finish. Read the card Charivna sopilka online - it means to show your child all the shit in one case, and then what in your child's bag you can bring a great life. Skіlka b lyudin not having conquered evil, i, wishing b, having become carless early, but all the more vividly named and who get what they deserve. Cossack Charivna sopilka is small, not even Malovnichi, but it shows more character and kindness, as you watch the shore of the mountain above the lower reaches of human nature.

Kazka to give it to that, what good will you rewriteє!

In the ochіkuvanni justice, the soul of the drowned woman sprouted into the outline above the water. If an hour arrives, the old witch has paid, the old enchant has chipped from that growth to charming the pipe and to the house, the old father of the family is still alive and the two villains - the machuha and the sister, who have changed. The innocent soul sprang the whole history through the pipe, and the truth triumphed. Good start reversal evil! It’s not just in kazkas. To read the letter Charivna sopilka for children is possible on the ts_y side.

Yak feel good, so I tell you.
At the ancient rock, there lived a bully cholovik with a squad. Their daughter grew up good. All the dvchina took: і to adults, і dignity, і a treat.
Be amazed at her, the people were glad: from usima the girl is grateful, affectionate, grateful. I had time to help everyone I could.
Ale the axis has been caught unhappily, a bida has come. She died at the girl's mother.
Chi is rich, a little hour has passed - having made friends with the father on udovitsi. And the widow brought her daughter to the booth. And there were four in the family.
Life is unhappy with an orphan, but with machus it has become a dreadful one.
She fostered my native daughter, was quiet, and did not fall in love with the passerby from the first day.
In the early morning the orphan got up, squeezed in with tears, and was ruled by the nobility until the evening. I spun, I weaved, I walked on the water, I carried firewood, and I got food.
And the evil woman just shouted:
- The ineptitude, the nonsense! Breadman on my head was gone!
The axis is open, as if the father was screened, as if the first squad was lost. And in the screen і soulfulness, hutromovana, і kokoshnik, pearls of humiliation, і half boots sap'yanovі, і golden heel with an expensive stone, і clothes are different.
“I will be able to do it, if our daughters have a dowry,” Father said.
And zdrіsnі machuha with their daughter harbored a black thought.
- A capacious wealth of delay in two parts, - whispered the daughters. - So we know how to give it to the merchant's blue. Not for the peasant we will go, for the lichkars. Tilki do not shib!
An hour passed after this rose, the girl picked up the berries. And dad jokingly ime and even:
- Well, the axis, hto for you will bring more berries, when the dowry is raised, the trocha will be more distant.
The little girls walk on the fox, see, take berries. And yak it was nightfall, the stench on the galavin smelled. Stephen's daughter looked - fathers were born, my father’s daughter had cats, but she’s all nothing, deprived of money! Here the mother’s move came into play: not a dowry dowry in two parts ...
As they passed through the swamp, the daughter of Stephen's sister, the cats with berries, went to the bog, and shoved them from the crossbeams into the bottomless shaking.
- I'm drowning, ginu, my sister is dear, - the girl was blessed, - help me!
- I will become toby add help! Toni, I didn’t see it because of the shaking. And all the dowries of me are the same! - shouted Stephen's daughter.
Climbed through the swamp and quickly ran to the house. Dear, she buried berries in her body - clean, great, one to one, and the cat of her sister buried her in the moss.
- Razumnytsya, my Razumnytsya! - zustrila її mother. - Suffice, old man, my daughter has typed some berries!
- Why didn't you come at once? - powering the dad.
- I got lost with her, - said Stephen's daughter, - I see, AUKA, she didn't see me; I think I got a cat earlier and went home.
- Well, dey, donechko, earlier you should fit. De-nebud fell asleep, the axis i did not feel for you! - the woman laughed.
The evening passed and passed. Vrantzi old people got up early.
- Demand to be shukati, - it seems, - it is evident that it is dashingly spitkalo.
Selected susidiv. The stench came to the forest. Baba's first daughter is with them.
- The axis here, rozpovidaє, - we rose and did not bash anymore.
We walked, walked the day from the wound to the evening, she turned around like that.
It’s already over. Ide-delirious on tim stitches old man mandr_vnik. Stepping on the cross-beams, and on the firing of the grass grows a pipe. Having seen that old man's pipe, clapping to his lips and just blowing in her, like a chuє: she sank, fell asleep the pipe, pitifully voiced:
- Play, play, go,
Play, play, dear.
The first axis was ruined for me,
For chervonі berries
So for Mother's dowry
They drowned in the rotten swamp!
The first axis of old people came to the village every evening, asking to spend the night in the last hut, as once in that little house, the orphan-girl was ruined.
During the evening, the old man spoke:
- Not far from your village I saw a pipe. Taka kumedna: spivay-vimovlya herself. Take it, sir, blow a pipe!
Tilki-but blowing the gentleman's pipe, the yak spoke up, fell asleep:
- Play, play, my father,
Play, play, dear.
There were two of us breeding sisters,
The first axis was ruined for me,
For chervonі berries
So for Mother's dowry
They drowned in the rotten swamp!
Three individuals of the old are changing. Having pulled the pipe of the stepchka:
- Come on, play it!
Tilka sang the pipe to her lips, yak sang, siphon sip:
- Play it, play it, sister is starred,
Play, play, daredevil,
Play, play, gasp!
Ty drove me
I drowned in a rotten swamp,
For chervonі berries
So for Mother's dowry
Life amused!
Dad rushed for the witnesses. Divka-dashing, and at the same time, mothers, an angry woman, called, put a wart.
And the old man, with the understanding and the old man, was beaten to the swamp. They made a joke, joked and did not bargain for the village. They were deceived, ritualized. Then she saw her eyes, prompted:
- Oh, how did I sleep so richly? Do not trim, my dear father, no daring women, no dashing daughters. Chi will not see their life through them, not me.
Having drilled the dad for joy, an angry woman and a villainous passerby, driving them out of the yard:
- Come on, the stars have come!