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One little girl's mother died. The father grieved, grieved and brought a new wife into the house. She was a widow and had her own daughter. With the arrival of the stepmother, the orphan began a completely different life. The stepmother forced her to do all the dirty work around the house and almost did not feed her: she would give a piece of cold pasta with salt and a mug of water, that's all the food - for breakfast, and for lunch, and for ...
Once in the winter cab drivers were driving along the Volga River. One horse balked and ran off the road to the side; the cabman immediately chased her and was just about to hit her with a whip when she fell into the lane and went under the ice with the whole cart. “Well, pray to God that she’s gone,” the man shouted, “otherwise I would have whipped your sides!
Not in which kingdom, not in which state lived, there was a peasant and a hostess. He lives with a rich hand, he has enough of everything, he has good capital. And they say between themselves, sitting with the mistress: - Here, mistress, we have enough of everything, only we have no children; let us ask God, maybe God will create a brainchild for us at least at the last, with old age.
One poor man had so many children that he invited the whole world to become godfathers, and when another child was born to him, there was no one left whom he could invite to godfathers. And he did not know what to do now - he lay down with grief and fell asleep. And he dreamed that he should stand at the gate and call the first comer to his godfather.
In a certain kingdom, not in our state, there lived a rich merchant, his wife was a beauty, and a daughter was such that even her own mother surpassed her beauty. The time has come, the merchant's wife fell ill and died. It was a pity to the merchant, but there was nothing to do; buried her, cried and grieved and began to stare at his daughter. He was shod with impure love, he comes to his own daughter and ...
Late in the evening, a Cossack arrived in the village, stopped at an extreme hut and began to ask: - Hey, master, let me spend the night! - Go, if you are not afraid of death. "What a speech this is!" - thinks the Cossack, put the horse in the barn, gave him feed and goes to the hut. Looks - and men, and women, and small children - all crying sobbing and praying to God; prayed and began ...
The father had two sons. The elder was smart and intelligent, everything went well with him, and the younger was a fool: he did not understand anything properly and was incapable of learning; people would look at him and say: - Father will have to tinker a lot with this! If something had to be done, then the eldest son will always cope with the matter; but if his father tells him something ...
There was a man, he had three sons. He lived richly, collected two cauldrons of money - one buried in the barn, the other in the gate. This guy died, but he didn't tell anyone about the money. Once there was a holiday in the village; the violinist was walking for a party and suddenly fell through the ground; failed and went to hell, right in the place where the rich man suffered. - Hi...
Once upon a time there was a miser, an old man; had two sons and a lot of money; he heard death, locked himself in a hut and sat down on a chest, began to swallow gold money and eat banknotes, and thus ended his life. The sons came, put the dead under the holy icons and called the sexton to read the psalter. Suddenly, at midnight, he appears in the form of an unclean man, raised ...
Tales of the Dead (Scary Tales) (Fairy Tale Option 1)
In one village there was a girl - a lounger, a lazy woman, she did not like to work, anyhow, how could she pamper and pamper! And she took it into her head to gather the girls in her arms. And in the villages surely sunbeds are collected on parcels, and gourmet 1 go. Here she gathered her spice for the night; they spin for her, and she feeds them, treats them. So, syo, and started talking: which of them is bolder? Lezhaka says: "I'm not afraid of anything!" “Well, if you’re not afraid,” say the spirits, “go past the churchyard 2 to the church, take the image off the door and bring it.” - “Okay, I'll bring it; just straighten each ear for me 3 ". And there is this feeling in her, so that she does not do anything herself, but that others do for her. So she went, took off the image and brought it back. Well, they see - like an image from the church. We must now carry the image back, and the time is already by midnight. Who is it? Lezhaka says: “You girls spin; I'll take it myself, I'm not afraid of anything! "
I went, put the image in place. He just walks back past the churchyard and sees: a dead man in a white shroud sits on the grave. The night is monthly, you can see everything. She approaches the dead man, pulled off his shroud; the dead man does not say anything, is silent - to know, the time has not yet come for him to say something. So she took the shroud, comes home. “Well,” she says, “I took the image away, put it in its place, but here's the shroud from the dead man!” The girls - who got lost, who don't believe, laugh. Just had supper, went to bed, suddenly a dead man knocks on the windows and says: “Give me back my shroud! Give back my shroud! " The girls were scared - neither alive nor dead; and the lounger takes the shroud, goes to the window, opened it: "Here," she says, "take it!" - "No, - the dead man answers, - bring it where you took it!" Only suddenly the roosters began to sing - and the dead man disappeared.
On the next night the spirits all went home; at the same hour the dead man comes again, knocks on the window: "Give me back my shroud!" Here father and mother sun loungers open the window, give him the shroud. “No,” he says, “let her take it back to where she took it!” Well, how to go with the dead to the churchyard? Scary! Only the roosters sang - the dead man disappeared. The next day father and mother sent for the priest; told him so and so and asked to help them grieve: "Isn't it possible," they say, "to serve mass?" The priest thought: “Well, perhaps! Tell her to go out to mass tomorrow. " The next day I went to mass on the lounger; the service began, a lot of people were found! As soon as they began to sing the cherubim, suddenly a terrible whirlwind arose from where, as much as everyone fell down! He grabbed her, but to the ground. The girl was gone, only one braid was left of her.
1 Gourmet food - sweets, lovers of delicacies ( Ed.).
2 Cemeteries.
3 Measure of strand.
Tales of the Dead (Scary Tales) (Fairy Tale Option 2)
A peasant with pots was driving at night; he rode and rode, his horse got tired and stopped just opposite the cemetery. The peasant unharnessed the horse, put it on the grass, and lay down on one grave; he just can't sleep. Lying, lying, suddenly the grave began to dissolve under him; he sensed it and jumped to his feet. Here the grave was dissolved, and from there came a dead man with a coffin lid, in a white shroud; went out and ran to the church, put the lid in the doorway, and himself into the village. The peasant was a brave man; took the coffin lid and stood near his cart, waiting - what will happen?
A little later a dead man came, to grab - but there was no cover; began to follow the trail, got to the peasant and said: "Give back my cover, or I'll tear it to shreds!" - “And what about the ax? - the man answers. - I myself will chop you into small pieces! - "Give it back, kind person!" the dead man asks him. "Then I'll give it back when you say: where have you been and what did you do?" - “And I was in the village; killed two young guys there. " - "Well, tell me now: how can you revive them?" The dead man involuntarily says: “Cut off the left floor from my shroud and take it with you; when you come to the house where the guys are starved, pour hot coals into a pot and put a piece of shroud there, and shut the door; from that they will outlive the smoke now. " The peasant cut off the left floor from the shroud and gave the coffin cover. The dead man approached the grave - the grave dissolved; began to sink into it - suddenly the roosters cried, and he did not have time to close properly: one end of the lid remained outside.
The man saw it all, noticed everything. It began to dawn; he harnessed his horse and rode to the village. Hears crying, screaming in one house; enters there - two guys are dead. "Do not Cry! I can revive them. " - “Revive, darling; We will give you half of our goods, ”the relatives say. The man did everything as the dead man taught him, and the guys came to life. Relatives were delighted, and the peasant was immediately seized, tied with ropes: “No, doc! We will introduce you to the authorities; if you managed to revive, so you killed something! " - “What are you, Orthodox! Fear God! " - the man yelled and told everything that happened to him at night. So they let know about the village, the people gathered and threw them into the cemetery, they found the grave, from which the dead man came out, dug and hammered an aspen stake right into his heart, so that he would not get up again and would not kill people; and the peasant was notably awarded and let go home with honor.
Tales of the Dead (Scary Tales) (Fairy Tale Option 3)
It happened to a craftsman to toss and turn home late in the evening from a strange village, having a merry friend's party. An old friend was meeting him - about a dozen years ago, he died. "Healthy!" - "Hello!" - says the reveler, and forgot that his acquaintance long ago ordered him to live long. “Come to me; let's have one more glass, another one ”. - "Let's go to; in the joy that we met, you can drink! " They came to the hut, they drink, they walk. “Well, goodbye! It's time to go home! " - “Wait, where to go now! Sleep with me. " - “No, brother, and don't ask - you can't; tomorrow there is business, so you have to be home early. " - “Well, goodbye! Why should you go on foot? Better get on my horse, he will take you quickly. " - "Thanks, come on!" He sat astride and rushed - that your whirlwind is flying! Suddenly the rooster started singing! .. It’s scary: there are graves all around, and under the rider there is a tombstone!
Tales of the Dead (Scary Tales) (Fairy Tale Option 4)
One soldier was released on a visit to his homeland; so he walked, walked, whether long or short, and began to approach his village. Not far from the village lived a miller at a mill; in the old days a soldier made a great acquaintance with him; why not visit a friend? Stopped in; the miller greeted him affectionately, now he brought some wine, they began to drink and talk about their life. It was in the evening, and as the soldier stayed at the miller's, it was completely dark. The soldier is going to go to the village; and the owner says: “Servant, spend the night with me; now it's too late, yes, perhaps, and the trouble will not go away! " - "What is it?" - “God has punished! A terrible sorcerer has died here; at night he gets up from the grave, wanders around the village and does what he has caught up with fear on the bravest! No matter how he bothers you! " - “Nothing! The soldier is a bureaucratic man, and the bureaucracy neither drowns in water, nor burns in fire; I'll go, I really want to see my family as soon as possible. "
Set off; the road led past the cemetery. He sees - a light shines on one grave. "What? Let me see. " He approached, and near the fire the sorcerer sits and shakes his boots. "Hello, brother!" - shouted to him the serviceman. The sorcerer looked and asked: "Why are you here?" - "Yes, I wanted to see what you are doing." The sorcerer quit his job and calls the soldier to the wedding: "Come on, brother, let's take a walk - there is a wedding in the village!" - "Let's go to!" They came to the wedding, began to drink them, treat them in every possible way. The sorcerer drank and drank, walked, walked and got angry; he drove all the guests and family members out of the hut, put the married ones to sleep, took out two vials and a awl, wounded the bride and groom's hands with a awl, and took their blood. He did this and said to the soldier: "Now let's get out of here." So let's go. On the road, the soldier asks: "Tell me, why did you collect blood in the bubbles?" - “For the bride and groom to die; no one will get them tomorrow! I am the only one who knows how to revive them. " - "But as?" - “We need to cut the heels of the groom and the bride and pour blood into those wounds again - to each his own: in my right pocket I have the groom’s blood, and in my left the bride”.
The soldier listened, did not utter a word; and the sorcerer keeps boasting: "I," he says, "will do what I want!" - "As if you can't cope with it?" - “How impossible? Now, if someone gathered a fire of aspen firewood in a hundred wagons and burned me on this fire, so, perhaps, he would cope with me! You just have to burn me skillfully; at that time snakes, worms and various reptiles will crawl out of my womb, jackdaws, magpies and ravens will fly; They must be caught and thrown into the fire: if at least one worm leaves, then nothing will help! In that worm I'll slip away! " The soldier listened and remembered. They talked, talked, and finally came to the grave, “Well, brother,” said the sorcerer, “now I will tear you apart; otherwise you will tell everything. " - “What are you, come to your senses! How to vomit me? I serve God and the sovereign. " The sorcerer gritted his teeth, howled and rushed at the soldier, who drew his saber and began to swing. They fought and fought, the soldier was almost exhausted; eh, he thinks, not for a penny wasted! Suddenly the cocks crowed - the sorcerer fell breathless. The soldier took vials of blood from his pockets and went to his relatives.
Comes, greeted; relatives ask: "Have you seen, servant, what anxiety?" - "No, I haven't." - “That's it! And we have a mountain in the village: the sorcerer is in the habit of walking. " We talked and went to bed; the next morning the soldier woke up and began to ask: "They say your wedding is doing well somewhere?" Relatives replied: "There was a wedding at a rich man, only the bride and groom died that night, and why is unknown." - "Where does this man live?" Showed him the house; he went there without a word; comes and finds the whole family in tears. "What are you grieving about?" - "So and so, servant!" - “I can revive your young people; what will you give? " - "Yes, at least take half of the property!" The soldier did as the sorcerer taught him, and revived the young; instead of crying, joy and merriment began; soldier and treated and awarded. He left in a circle and march to the headman; ordered him to gather the peasants and prepare a hundred carts of aspen firewood.
They brought firewood to the cemetery, piled it up in a heap, pulled the sorcerer out of the grave, put it on the fire and lit it; and all around the people surrounded - all with brooms, shovels, pokers. The fire burst into flames, and the sorcerer began to burn; his womb burst, and snakes, worms and various reptiles crawled out of there, and crows, magpies and jackdaws flew from there; the peasants beat them and throw them into the fire, not a single worm was allowed to escape. So the sorcerer burned out! The soldier immediately collected his ashes and scattered them in the wind. Since that time there has been silence in the village; the peasants thanked the soldier with the whole world; he stayed at home, walked to his fill and returned to the tsarist service with money. He served his term, retired and began to live and live, to make good money, to get thin.
Tales of the Dead (Scary Tales) (Fairy Tale Option 5)
Once upon a time there was a soldier; retired and went home. He comes to his village - everything is empty, there are no people anywhere. What does it mean? I went into my old hut, took off my satchel, undressed; I began to sit down on the bench, looked, and on the table was a bottle of wine, and plenty of snacks prepared. “Well,” he thinks, “at least I won't be hungry: I have something to eat and drink.” Suddenly his old grandfather, who died about ten years ago, climbs into the hut; he was a strong sorcerer, he drove all the people out of the village, and such a cunning one to cope with him has never happened! He saw the guest and shouted: “Bah! Hello, granddaughter! " - "Great, grandpa!" - "I haven't seen you for a long time!" - "And that is a long time ago!" The sorcerer sat down and let us eat some snacks and drink some wine; all one arrived. "Where are my brothers?" the soldier asks. “They live in another village; I drove everyone out of here. They only come here that day; come, put me dinner and a bottle of wine, and back! "
The sorcerer took a bite, drank it, and said: “Let's go to the neighboring village; there is a wedding at a rich man's. As soon as we arrive, I will go to the hut, and you stand in the street and what I’ll serve you out the window - take everything and put it in the cart ”. - "Okay, grandpa!" We went out into the courtyard, at the porch there are three blacks - and they are tearing, digging the earth with their hooves! We got into the cart and in a moment galloped to the village. The sorcerer entered the hut, and the soldier remained in the street, looking: what will happen? The grandfather took the tablecloth from the table and everything that was put on the table, wrapped it in a bundle and gives it to the window; the soldier took it and put it in the cart. Then the sorcerer came up to the groom, rolled up his sleeve and thrust his hand into his mouth up to his shoulder - the groom immediately died; he did the same to the bride, and she died. Then everyone began to shout and cry; why did the trouble happen? No one knows: the sorcerer both entered and left invisible to anyone.
He sat down with the soldier in the cart and galloped back. The horses are fast! "What, grandfather," the soldier asks, "will you be walking around the world for a long time?" - "For a long time, granddaughter, as long as I want to." - "Is there really no strength for you?" - "There is power, but nobody knows about it." - "Tell me, grandpa!" - “No, granddaughters! You want to know a lot. " - "Please tell me!" - “Well, so be it: there is a dry pear in such a place; if seven gather and pull it out by the roots, there will be a failure under it; after that you have to dig my coffin and throw it into that hole and plant the pear again; well, granddaughters, then I am full of walking! " - "Isn't it possible to cure the young people so that they come to life?" - “Eh, granddaughter! You will know a lot, you will soon grow old. " - "But tell me!" - “Well, so be it! A rich peasant's cow calved today and brought a red bull; if you slaughter that bull, take out the heart, and take blood from that heart, and anoint the young with that blood, they will come to life in that very minute and will be healthy and unharmed. "
The horses flew up to the porch and stood rooted to the spot; the sorcerer took the bundle and carried it to the hut. He untied and began to eat whatever came to hand: first he ate food, and then he began to swallow spoons, knives, bottles and the tablecloth itself. He quickly processed everything and shouts at the top of his lungs: “I want to eat! Hungry! .. Well, granddaughter, now I'll take you! " - “What are you, grandfather, what a soldier's food! Only bones. " - "Nothing, you're good!" - "Let me take a look at the white light for the last time!" - "Well, take a look, just quickly!" The soldier went out into the yard, found an aspen log, took it and stood; and the grandfather shouts: “Why are you digging? Go, I have no time to wait. " - “No, grandfather, I will not go to the hut; if you want, eat me in the yard - there is no need to dirty the hut! "
The sorcerer got angry, runs to his yard; he just wanted to grab him, but the soldier did not give a swing - how he would be cut back with an aspen log! The sorcerer and off your feet! "Well, granddaughter, hit it again." - "It will be with you and this!" Then the cock crowed - the old man froze and fell silent; and the soldier grabbed his knapsack and went to the neighboring village where his brothers lived. The next day he called the whole world, chose six people, he himself went the seventh; they took the sorcerer and threw him into the hole - where the dry pear stood. After that, the soldier cured the young, took a big reward for that and healed himself richly and happily.
Tales of the Dead (Scary Tales) (Fairy Tale Option 6)
The soldier asked for leave on vacation - to visit his homeland, to see his parents, and went on the road. The day went on, another went, on the third he wandered into a dense forest. Where to sleep here? I saw that there were two huts at the edge of the forest, went into the last one and found one old woman at home. "Hello, grandma!" - "Hello, servant!" - "Let me sleep the night." - "Go, only you will be restless here." - "What? Is Ali crowded with you? This, grandma, is nothing; the soldier needs a little space: I will lie down somewhere in the corner, if only not in the yard! " - “Not that, servant! You came to sin ... "-" What sin? " - “But on what: in a neighboring hut recently died an old man - a great sorcerer; and every night he roams about in other people's houses and eats people. " - "Eh, grandma, God won't give out, the pig won't eat."
The soldier undressed, had supper and climbed onto the bed; lay down to rest, and put the cleaver beside him. At exactly twelve o'clock all the locks fell and all the doors opened; A dead man in a white shroud enters the hut and rushes at the old woman. "You damn, why come here?" the soldier shouted at him. The sorcerer left the old woman, jumped on the bed and started to fiddle with the soldier. That one with a cleaver, chopped, chopped, beat off all the fingers on his hands, but everything can not get better. They grappled tightly, and both of them crashed to the floor: the sorcerer went down, and the soldier got up; the soldier grabbed him by the beard and treated him with a cleaver until the roosters began to sing. At that very moment, the sorcerer died: he lies, will not touch, like a wooden block.
The soldier dragged him out into the yard and threw him into the well - head down, feet up. Lo and behold: the sorcerer has glorious new boots on his feet, killed with nails, oiled with tar! "Oh, it's a pity, they'll be lost for nothing," the soldier thinks, "let me take them off!" He took off his boots and returned to the hut. "Oh, little servant," says the old woman, "why did you take off his boots?" - “Do you really want to leave Duck on it? Look: what boots! Whoever does not need - a ruble of silver will give; and I'm a hiking man, they will be very useful to me! "
The next day the soldier bade farewell to his mistress and walked on; only from that very day - wherever he goes for the night, exactly at twelve o'clock in the morning the sorcerer appears under the window and demands his boots. “I, - threatens, - will not leave you anywhere: I will go all the way with you, I will not give rest at home, I will torture you in the service!” The soldier could not resist: "What do you want, damn you?" - "Give me my boots!" The soldier threw his boots out the window: "Here, get rid of me, evil spirits!" The sorcerer picked up his boots, whistled and disappeared from his eyes.
Tales of the Dead (Scary Tales) (fairy tale variant 7)
The man went hunting and took his beloved dog with him. Walked, walked through the forests, through the swamps, nothing came out; the dark night caught him, at unspecified hours he walks past the cemetery and sees: a dead man in a white shroud is standing on the road. The man froze: where to go - forward, or turn back? "Eh, whatever happens, I'll go ahead!" He walks, and the dog runs after him. The dead man noticed him and rushed to meet him - half an arshin was not enough to the ground with his feet, only the shroud swells. He caught up with the hunter, rushed at him, and the dog grabbed the dead man by his bare calves and began to fight with him. The peasant sees that the dog has grabbed the dead man; I was glad that his cause was right, and ran home at full speed!
The dog fought until the roosters crowed and the dead man fell motionless; after that she set off after the owner, overtook him at the very house and rushed to tear and bite him; she got so angry, so stuck that she could barely beat her home. “What happened to the dog? the old mother asks. "Why did you hate the owner so much?" The man told everything that happened. “It's not good, son,” says the old woman, “the dog got angry because you didn't give her any help; she fought with the deceased, and you left her alone and saved yourself! Now she will think evil of you for a long time. " The next morning, the whole family walks around the yard - the dog is nothing, but only the owner shows himself - and growls. Chained her up; they kept them on a chain for a whole year, but she did not forget the master's offense; somehow fell straight on the hunter, let's choke him ... Then she was killed.
Tales of the Dead (Scary Tales) (Fairy Tale Option 8)
In ancient times, there were two young guys in the same village; They lived amicably, walked together on conversations, esteemed each other for a brother. They made the following agreement among themselves: who of them will marry in advance, that will call his comrade to the wedding; whether he will be alive, whether he will die - all the same. A year later, one fellow fell ill and died; and a few months later his friend decided to marry. Gathered with all his affection and went for the bride. It happened to them to drive past a cemetery; remembered the groom of his friend, remembered the old agreement and ordered to stop the horses. “I,” he says, “will go to my friend’s grave, ask him to take a walk to my wedding; he was my true friend! "
I went to the grave and began to call: “Dear comrade! I ask you to my wedding. " Suddenly the grave dissolved, the deceased got up and said: “Thank you, brother, for fulfilling your promise! Come up to me for joy; let's have a glass of sweet wine with you. " - "I would have dropped in, but the train is standing, people are waiting." The deceased replies: "Oh, brother, you don't have to drink a glass for long." The groom went down to the grave; the dead man poured him a cup of wine, he drank it - and a whole hundred years passed. "Drink, honey, another cup!" I drank another - two hundred years have passed. "Well, buddy, have a drink and a third, yes go with God, play your wedding!" I drank the third cup - three hundred years have passed.
The deceased said goodbye to his comrade; the coffin was closed, the grave was leveled. The groom looks: where there was a cemetery, there was a wasteland; there is no road, no relatives, no horses, nettles and tall grass are everywhere. I ran to the village - and the village is not the same; houses are different, people are all strangers. I went to the priest - and the priest was not the same; told him how and what happened. The priest began to consult the books and found that three hundred years ago there was such a case: on the wedding day, the groom went to the cemetery and disappeared, and his bride later married another.
Tales of the Dead (Scary Tales) (Fairy Tale Option 9)
Once upon a time there was a man and a woman, they had two sons. Soldiers came, shaved the eldest son's forehead and drove him far, far away; and another brother hired himself by hunting and went into the army. "Who will feed us?" - says the old woman, got angry with her younger son and cursed him forever. And it so happened that both brothers ended up in the same regiment; they lived in harmony, well.
Here the youngest served a year, then another, fell ill and died. They buried him properly. At night, a dead brother comes to a living one and says: "Brother, wake up!" He got scared. "Do not be afraid! I'm not for nothing. Do you remember how I was hired as a hunter, in those days my mother cursed me, and now the earth will not accept me. So that's what, brother! Take time off on vacation and beg your mother to forgive me; if you beg her, I will pay you good: if you start getting married, you will remember me! " The older brother took leave of absence and went home. Comes to his village; father and mother of the radekhonki, began to ask: "Haven't you met your younger brother where, have you heard anything about him?" - “Oh, he died! Mother, forgive him. " The old woman wept and forgave.
The next day a soldier goes to the market; suddenly the merchant calls out to him: "What, service, don't you want to get married?" - "There is no bride!" - "Come to me: I have a daughter." - "Let's go to". The merchant's daughter got married twice, but all the trouble happened: they put the young people to bed in the evening, and the next morning the husband would die; See, a kite flew to her. And the soldier knows nothing about that; got married, married them and put them to bed. At night, the dead brother came and stood at the head with a sword in his hand. Strike twelve o'clock, a terrible snake arrives. The dead man threw himself at him and cut off all nine of his heads; the next morning the merchant came with the merchant's wife, and the son-in-law was alive; they put a recruit for him in the regiment, and he began to live with his wife, remember his brother and make good money.
Tales of the Dead (Scary Tales) (Tale variant 10)
The soldier asked for leave to go home - to pray to holy icons, to bow to parents. It goes along the road, and the sun has already set for a long time, it is dark in the field. We must go past the cemetery; here he hears - someone is chasing him: “Stop! - shouts. - You will not leave!" I looked around, otherwise the deceased was running, grinding his teeth; the soldier set off aside from him at all his agility, saw the chapel - and straight into it. There is no one in that chapel, only another deceased is lying on the table, and candles are burning in front of him. The soldier huddled in a corner, sitting neither alive nor dead: something will happen!
Suddenly, the first deceased who was chasing the soldier comes running and climbs into the chapel; and the one that was lying on the table gets up and says to him: "Why did you come running?" - “I drove a soldier syuda, so I want to eat him.” - “Well, brother, he came running to me; I'll eat it! " - "No, me!" - "No, me!" And let's fight, only the dust flies; they would have fought for a long time, but the roosters cried: then both deceased fell to the floor dead, and the soldier calmly went home. "Thank you, Lord, escaped from the sorcerers!"
Tales of the Dead (Scary Tales) (Fairy Tale Option 11)
In one village there lived a husband and a wife; They lived merrily, in agreement, lovingly: all the neighbors envied them, and kind people, looking at them, rejoiced. Here the mistress grew heavy, gave birth to a son, and from that birth she died. The poor peasant grieved and cried, most of all he was killed about the child: how now to feed him, raise him without his own mother? Hired some old lady to follow him; all the better. Just what a parable? During the day, the child does not eat, he always screams, nothing can comfort him; and night will come - as if he is not there, quietly and peacefully sleeping. “Why is this so? - thinks the ostrache. - Let me not sleep the night, maybe I will reconnoiter. At midnight she hears: someone has quietly opened the door and walked up to the cradle; the child was quiet, as if the breast was sucking. On the next night and on the third again the same thing.
She began to talk about it to the peasant; he gathered his relatives and began to keep the council. So they came up with: not to sleep one night but to spy: who walks and feeds the child? In the evening everyone lay down on the floor, put a lighted candle in their heads and covered it with an earthen pot. At midnight the door opened into the hut, someone approached the cradle - and the child was quiet. At this time, one of the relatives suddenly opened a candle - they were watching: the deceased mother in the same dress in which she was buried, kneeling, bending over to the cradle, and feeding the child with her dead breast. Only the hut was lit up - she immediately got up, looked sadly at her baby and quietly left, without saying a single word to anyone. Everyone who saw her turned to stone; and the baby was found dead.
Tales of the Dead (Scary Tales) (Fairy Tale Option 12)
One night a schoolteacher walked past the church and came across twelve robbers. “Do you know,” the robbers asked, “where is that rich lady who died in your town a week ago?” - “I know; she was buried in the church crypt. " The robbers threatened him with a sharp knife and forced him to go with them; came to the church crypt, broke the iron bars out of the window and lowered the school teacher on the sashes there. "Open," they say to him, "the tomb, take off the lady's seven gold rings with precious stones and give it here."
The teacher opened the coffin lid and began to remove the gold rings from the hands of the deceased; six easily removed, but the seventh can not: the lady squeezed her finger and does not give the ring. He said this to the robbers; they threw a knife at him and ordered: "Cut off her finger!" The teacher raised the knife and as soon as he cut off his finger - at that very moment the deceased woke up as if from a dream, shouted in a loud voice: “Sisters and brothers! Get up to the rescue soon; I didn’t know peace during my life, they don’t give it to me even after death! " The tombs dissolved in her voice, and the dead began to emerge.
The robbers heard the noise and fled in different directions, and the teacher in fright rushed from the basement to the stairs, ran into the church, hid in the choir and locked the door behind him. The dead were behind him, they saw where he was hiding, and began to drag their coffins and stand one on top of the other in order to climb the choir on them. Meanwhile, the teacher found a long pole and let's dump the coffin: he was busy with such work until midnight; and when twelve o'clock struck, the dead took apart their coffins and went into the crypt. The teacher was barely alive! The next morning they found him in the church, broken and sick; the priest came, confessed and introduced him, and after that the teacher died.
I love anthologies of horror stories ... The undoubted plus of such collections is the variety, and the minus is that the compilers often mix successful stories with frankly weak and delusional things in one pot.
Into the book "Scary tales. Stories full of horror and creep" included, firstly, sixteen author's tales from brothers Grimm, some of which I was still unfamiliar with, and read with pleasure, especially "The tale of a good fellow who knew no fear." All the selected fairy tales are clearly not in retelling for children, goose bumps will run from them and from an adult! Thus, at least half of the anthology can be considered successful.
After each "Grimm" tale, we are offered free fantasy from modern masters of the genre - Brian Lumley, Neil Gaiman, Tanita Lee and others.
Introduction
Don't scare children. Stephen Jones
Naughty child
Guess my name. Ramsey Campbell
Singing bone
In the distance, to the dull sea. Neil Gaiman
Rapunzel
Open your window, Goldilocks. Tanita Lee
Hare bride
On the other side of the line. Garth Nix
Hansel and Gretel
Hunger. Robert Shearman
Three little woodsmen
Take a look inside. Michael Marshall Smith
The tale of a good fellow who did not know fear
Fraulein the Fearless. Markus Heitz
Cinderella
Ash boy. Christopher Fowler
Brownies. First tale
Werewolf. Brian Lumley
Mermaid in the pond
Brocade drum. Reggie Oliver
Rogue groom
At the Weeping Gate. Angela Slatter
Frau Truda
Shaggy Peter and his friends. Brian Hodge
Brownies. The second tale
Chain of Artemis. Peter Crowther
Forest old woman
The secretive people. Joanne Harris
Rumpelictiltskin
Come to me. Jun Ayvide Lindqvist
Little shroud
Acknowledgments
Of the fifteen modern stories, I remember and liked nine. Of the remaining two, two are frankly disgusting and unpleasant, the rest are so-so ... But all fairy tales are read easily, there was no desire to abandon the book.
The genre "old tales in a new way" is not new. I love fairy tales, and modern interpretations of familiar plots from childhood amuse me, so I liked the book. I remove the star for the presence of "passing" stories. And the imperishable from the Brothers Grimm is, of course, "five"!
Illustrations (+ cover) - from the Oscar-winning Alana Lee (scenery for "The Lord of the Rings" )
It is a pity that there are few of them. The sheets in the book are white, I did not notice any typos. In general, I am rather glad than not that the collection came into my hands!
Another collection of Scary Stories
Tales of the dead
Witch queen
The tale of the witch
Violinist in hell
The tale of the wicked wife
Death of the stingy
Runaway soldier and the devil
Tales of the dead
A peasant with pots was driving at night; rode, rode, his horse was tired and
stopped just opposite the cemetery.
The peasant unharnessed the horse, put it on the grass, and lay down on one grave;
only something does not sleep him. Lied, lay, suddenly began a grave under him
dissolve; he sensed it and jumped to his feet.
Here the grave dissolved, and from there came a dead man With a coffin lid, into
white shroud; went out and ran to the church, put the lid on the door, and
The peasant was a brave man; took the coffin lid and stood by his
carts, waiting - what will happen?
A little later a dead man came, to grab - but there was no cover; followed the trail
get there, got to the man and says:
Give back my lid, or I'll tear it to shreds!
And what about the ax? - the man answers. - I myself will crush you into small
Give it back, kind person!
The dead man asks him.
Then I'll give it back when you say:
where have you been and what have you done?
And I was in the village; killed two young guys there.
Well, tell me now: how can you revive them? The dead man involuntarily says:
Cut off the left floor from my shroud and take it with you; how will you come to that
the house where the guys are freaked out, pour hot coals into a pot and put
a scrap of shroud and shut the door; from that smoke they will now come to life.
The peasant cut off the left floor from the shroud and gave the coffin cover.
The dead man approached the grave - the grave dissolved; began to sink into it -
suddenly the cocks crowed, and he did not have time to close properly: one end of the lid
stayed outside.
The man saw all this, noticed everything. It began to dawn; he harnessed the horse and
went to the village.
Hears crying, screaming in one house; enters there - two guys are dead.
Do not Cry! I can revive them.
Revive, darling; We will give you half of our goods, - the relatives say.
The man did everything as the dead man taught him, and the guys came to life.
Relatives were delighted, but they immediately grabbed the peasant, tied them with ropes -
No, doc! We will introduce you to the authorities; if you managed to revive, therefore, you
and killed something!
What are you Orthodox!
Fear God! - yelled the man and told everything that happened to him at night.
So they let know about the village, the people gathered and threw them into the cemetery, they found
the grave from which the dead man came out was dug up and hammered right into his heart
an aspen stake so that he does not get up again and does not kill people; and the man is notable
awarded and let go home with honor.
One soldier was released on a visit to his homeland; so he walked, walked, long
whether or not it was short, and began to approach his village.
Not far from the village lived a miller at a mill; in the old days, a soldier drove with
him a great acquaintance; why not visit a friend? Stopped in; the miller met
him affectionately, now he brought wine, they began to drink yes about their life
interpret. It was in the evening, but when the soldier was staying at the miller's house,
it was getting dark. The soldier is going to go to the village; and the owner says:
Servant, spend the night with me; now it's too late, yes, perhaps, and no trouble
What is so?
God has punished! A terrible sorcerer has died here; rises from the grave at night,
he wanders around the village and does what he has caught up with fear on the most daring! How would he and
did not disturb you!
Nothing! The soldier is an official man, and the official neither drowns in water, nor
does not burn in fire; I'll go, I really want to see my family as soon as possible.
Set off; the road led past the cemetery. He sees - there is a light on one grave
What? Let me see.
He approached, and near the fire the sorcerer sits and shakes his boots.
Hello brother! - shouted to him the serviceman. The sorcerer looked and asked:
Why are you here?
Yes, I wanted to see what you are doing.
The sorcerer quit his job and calls the soldier to the wedding:
Come on, brother, let's take a walk - there's a wedding in the village!
They came to the wedding, began to drink them, treat them in every possible way. The sorcerer drank and drank
walked, walked and got angry; drove out of the hut all the guests and family, put to sleep
married, took out two vials and an awl, wounded the groom's hands with a awl, and
brides and took their blood. He did it and says to the soldier:
Now let's go from here.
So let's go. On the road, the soldier asks:
Tell me, why did you take blood bubbles?
For the bride and groom to die; no one tomorrow
will get it! Only one I know how to revive them.
It is necessary to cut the heels of the bride and groom and pour into those wounds again
blood - to each his own: in my right pocket is hidden the blood of the groom, and in
left bride.
The soldier listened, did not utter a word; and the sorcerer boasts:
I, - he says, - I will do what I want!
As if you can't cope with it?
How impossible? Now, if someone gathered a fire of aspen firewood in a hundred carts
yes, he burned me on this fire, so, perhaps, he would cope with me! Only burn
i need to be skillful; at that time snakes, worms and various
bastards, jackdaws, magpies and crows will fly; they must be caught and thrown into the fire:
if even one worm leaves, then nothing will help! In that worm I
slip away!
The soldier listened and remembered.
They talked, talked, and finally reached the grave.
Well, brother, - said the sorcerer, - now I will tear you apart; otherwise you're all
you will tell.
What are you, come to your senses! How to vomit me? I serve God and the sovereign.
The sorcerer gritted his teeth, howled and rushed at the soldier, who snatched
saber and began to beat backhand.
They fought, fought, the soldier was almost exhausted; eh, thinks not for a penny
Suddenly the cocks crowed - the sorcerer fell breathless. The soldier took out of it
pockets the vials of blood and went to his relatives.
Comes, greeted; relatives ask:
Have you not seen, servant, what anxiety?
No, I haven't.
That's it! And we have a mountain in the village: the sorcerer is in the habit of walking.
We talked and went to bed; the next morning the soldier woke up and began to ask:
They say your wedding is doing well somewhere? Relatives in response:
There was a wedding at one rich man, only the bride and groom
they died that night, but why is unknown.
Where does this guy live?
Showed him the house; he went there without a word; comes and finds
the whole family is in tears.
What are you grieving about?
So and so, servant!
I can revive your young people, what will you give?
Take at least half of the property!
The soldier did as the sorcerer taught him, and revived the young; instead
crying began joy, fun.
The soldier was both treated and rewarded.
He left in a circle and march to the headman; ordered him to gather the peasants and
prepare a hundred carts of aspen firewood.
They brought firewood to the cemetery, piled it in a heap, pulled the sorcerer out of
graves, put on the fire and lit; and around the people surrounded - all with
brooms, shovels, pokers. The fire burst into flames, and the sorcerer began
burn; his womb burst, and snakes, worms and various reptiles climbed out of there, and
crows, magpies and jackdaws flew from there; the peasants beat them and throw them into the fire,
not a single worm was allowed to escape. So the sorcerer burned out! A soldier immediately
collected its ashes and scattered in the wind.
Since that time there has been silence in the village; the peasants thanked the soldier
the whole world; he stayed at home, walked up to his fill and returned to the royal
service with money. Served his term, retired and became
live, live, make good, get thin.
The soldier took time off on vacation - to visit his homeland, see his parents, and
went on the road. The day went on, another went, on the third he wandered into a dense forest. Where
sleep here? I saw - at the edge of the forest there are two huts, I went into the extreme and found
at home one old woman.
Hello grandma!
Hello, servant!
Let me sleep the night.
Go, only you will be restless here.
What? Is Ali crowded with you?
This, grandma, is nothing; a soldier needs a little space; somewhere in the corner
i'll lie down, just not in the yard!
Not that servant! You came to sin ...
What sin?
But on what: in a neighboring hut, an old man died recently - a large
witch; and every night he roams about in other people's houses and eats people.
Eh, grandmother, God won't give out, the pig won't eat. The soldier undressed, had supper
and climbed onto the bed; lay down to rest, and put the cleaver beside him. Exactly in
at twelve o'clock all the locks fell and all the doors were opened; enters the hut
the dead man in a white shroud and rushed at the old woman.
You damn, why come here?
A soldier shouted at him.
The sorcerer left the old woman, jumped up on the floor and started fiddling about as a soldier.
He with a cleaver, chopped, chopped, beat off all the fingers on his hands, but still cannot
get better. They grappled tightly, and both crashed to the floor; witch
down, and the soldier got up; the soldier grabbed him by the beard and until then
he treated him with a cleaver until the roosters began to sing. At that very moment the sorcerer died;
lies, will not touch, like a wooden deck.
The soldier dragged him out into the yard and threw him into the well - head down, with his feet
up. Look: the sorcerer has nice new boots on his feet, killed by nails,
greased with tar! "Oh, it's a pity, they'll be lost for nothing," the soldier thinks, "let me
i'll take them off! "He took off his boots and returned to the hut.
Oh, little servant, - says the old woman, - why are you with him
took off your boots?
Duck, is it really possible to leave it on? Look: what boots! Who does not
it is necessary - a ruble of silver will give; and I'm a hiking man, they are very
come in handy!
The next day the soldier bade farewell to his mistress and walked on; only with
that very day - wherever he goes for the night, exactly at twelve o'clock in the morning
the sorcerer appears under the window and demands his boots.
I, - threatens, - will not leave you anywhere; I'll go all the way with you; on
i will not give my homeland a rest, I will torture you at the service!
The soldier could not resist:
What do you want, damn you?
Give me my boots! The soldier threw his boots out the window:
On, get rid of me, evil spirits! The sorcerer grabbed his boots
whistled and disappeared from his eyes.
In ancient times, there were two young guys in the same village; lived
they walked amicably, talked together, honored each other as a brother.
They made such an agreement among themselves: which of them will marry forward,
to invite your friend to the wedding; will he be alive, will he die - that's all
A year later, one fellow fell ill and died; and after a few
months his comrade conceived to marry.
Gathered with all his affection and went for the bride.
It happened to them to drive past a cemetery; remembered the groom of his friend,
remembered the old agreement and ordered to stop the horses.
I, - he says, - will go to my friend on the grave, I will ask him to my place
take a walk to the wedding; he was my loyal friend!
I went to the grave and began to call:
Dear comrade! I ask you to go to my wedding. Suddenly the grave
dissolved, the dead man got up and said:
Thank you brother for keeping your promise! For joy come to
to me; Let's drink a glass of sweet wine with you.
I would have dropped in, but the train is standing, the people are waiting. The deceased replies:
Eh, brother, a glass is not long to drink. The groom went down to the grave;
the dead man poured him a cup of wine, he drank it - and a whole hundred years passed.
Drink, dear, another cup!
I drank another - two hundred years have passed.
Well, buddy, have a drink and a third, yes go with God, play your wedding!
I drank the third cup - three hundred years have passed. The deceased said goodbye to his
comrade; the coffin was closed, the grave was leveled. The groom looks; where was
a cemetery, there was a wasteland; there is no road, no relatives, no horses, everywhere
overgrown with nettles and tall grass. I ran to the village - and the village is not the same:
houses are different, people are all strangers.
I went to the priest - and the priest was not the same; told him how and what happened.
The priest began to consult the books and found that three hundred years ago
back there was such a case: on the wedding day, the groom went to the cemetery and
disappeared, and his bride later married another.
In one village there lived a husband and a wife; they lived merrily, according to love;
all the neighbors envied them, but good people, looking at them, rejoiced. Here
the mistress grew heavy, gave birth to a son, and from that birth she died.
The poor man grieved and cried, most of all he was killed about the child: how
to feed him now, to raise him without his own mother? Hired some old lady
follow him; all the better.
Just what a parable? During the day, the child does not eat, he always shouts, nothing of him
you will not console; and night will come - as if he is not there, quietly and peacefully sleeping.
Why is this so? - thinks the old woman.
Let me not sleep the night, maybe I will reconnoiter.
At midnight she hears: someone has quietly opened the door and
went to the cradle; the child was quiet, as if the breast was sucking.
On the next night and on the third again the same thing.
She began to talk about it to the peasant; he gathered his relatives and became
keep advice. So they came up with:
not to sleep one night and to spy: who walks and feeds the child?
In the evening, everyone lay down on the floor, in their heads they put a lit
a candle and covered it with an earthen pot.
At midnight the door opened into the hut, someone approached the cradle - and the child
calmed down. At this time, one of the relatives suddenly opened a candle - they were looking:
the deceased mother, in the same dress in which she was buried, kneels,
leaning towards the cradle, and breastfeeding the baby.
The hut had just lit up - she immediately got up, looked sadly at
her baby and quietly left, not saying a single word to anyone. Everyone who is her
saw, turned to stone, and the baby was found dead.
Witch queen
In a certain kingdom there lived a king; this king had
daughter is a sorceress. The priest lived at the royal court, and the priest had a son
ten years and every day I went to one old woman - to learn to read and write. Time
it happened to him late at night to go home from school; passing by the palace, he looked
one window. The princess sits at that window, is removed: she took off
i soaped my head with soap, washed it with clean water, combed my hair with a comb,
she braided her braid and then put her head back on the old place. The boy was amazed:
"See, how cunning! She is a straight witch!" Came back home and became everything
tell how he saw the headless princess.
Suddenly, the royal daughter fell ill, got sick, called her father and became
punish him:
If I die, then make the priest's son sit over me for three nights.
The princess died, they put her in a coffin and carried her to the church.
The king calls upon the priest:
Do you have a son?
Yes, your majesty.
Let, - he says, - read the Psalter over my daughter for three nights in a row.
The priest returned home and told his son to get ready.
In the morning the priest went to study, I am sitting over a book so boring.
What did you grieve about? the old woman asks him.
How can I not be sad if I am completely lost?
What's wrong with you? Speak plainly.
I knew it before!
Don't be afraid, here's a knife; when you come to church, outline about
circle yourself, read the psalter, but don't look back. Whatever it is, what
no matter how passions are presented, know yours, read and read! And if back
look back - you will completely disappear!
In the evening, a boy came to church, drew a circle around him with a knife and
took up the psalter. It struck twelve, the lid was lifted from the coffin,
the princess got up, ran out and shouted:
And, now you will learn how to spy on people under my windows
narrate!
She began to rush at the priest, but in no way could she cross the circle; here
she began to indulge in different passions; just did it - he reads everything yes
reads, does not look back.
And as it began to dawn, the princess threw herself into the coffin and with all its might
fell into it - at random!
The next night the same thing happened; Popovich was not afraid of anything, until
i read the light without interruption, and in the morning I went to the old woman. She asks:
Well, have you seen passion?
I saw it, grandma!
It will be even worse today!
Here's a hammer and four nails - hammer them in the four sides of the coffin,
In the evening, the priest came to church and did everything as he taught
old lady. It struck twelve o'clock, the coffin lid fell to the floor, the princess
got up and began to fly on all sides and threaten the priest; then let
great passions, and now even more: it seems to the priest's son that in church
the fire broke out, the flame enveloped all the walls; and he stands and reads,
does not look back.
Before dawn, the princess threw herself into the coffin, and immediately the fire
happened - all the obsession has disappeared!
In the morning the king comes to the church, looks - the coffin is open in the coffin
the princess lies with her back up. - What? - asks the boy.
He told him how and what happened. The king ordered to beat his daughter
an aspen stake in the chest and bury it in the ground, and he awarded the priest with the treasury and
different lands.
The tale of the witch
began to ask:
stern and goes to the hut.
drifted off and ran away.
severed hand.
Violinist in hell
There was a man, he had three sons. He lived richly, collected two boilers
money - one buried in the barn, the other in the gate. This man died, but about
money did not tell anyone.
Once there was a holiday in the village; the violinist was going to a party and suddenly
fell through the ground; fell through and went to hell, right to the place where
the rich man was tormented.
Hello friend!
The violinist is speaking. The man answers him:
You got here wrong!
This is hell, and I'm sitting in hell.
Why did you get here, uncle?
For money! I had a lot of money, I didn't give it to the poor, two boilers in the ground
buried. They will torment me now; to beat with sticks, to torment with claws.
How can I be? Perhaps they will torture me too!
And you go and sit behind the chimney on the stove and don't eat for three years - so you will survive!
The violinist hid behind a pipe; not ours came, they began to beat the rich man
yes to sentence:
Here's to you, rich man! I saved up the darkness of money, but could not hide it; there
buried them, that we cannot keep watch! At the gate they drive without stopping, horses
they beat our heads with horseshoes, and in the barn they beat us with flails.
Only not ours left, the man says to the violinist:
If you get out of here, tell my children to take the money: one
the cauldron at the gate was buried, and the other in the barn, and that they should be distributed to the beggar
Then a whole hut of not ours came running over and asked a rich man:
What do you smell of the Russian spirit? The guy says:
It was you who walked across Russia, you got the Russian spirit!
No matter how it is!
They began to search, found a violinist and shouted:
Ha ha ha, the violinist is here!
They dragged him off the stove and made him play the violin. He played for three years, and
it seemed to him in three days; got tired and says:
What a marvel! I used to play - one evening I would break all the strings, and
now I'm playing for the third day - and everyone is safe. God bless!
I just said - all the strings broke.
Well, brothers, - says the violinist, - you see for yourself: the strings broke, not on
than play!
Wait, - said one unclean, - I have two riots of strings, I will
He ran and brought; the violinist took the strings, pulled, and again just uttered:
"God bless!" - both riots burst.
No, brothers, your strings don't suit me; I have my own houses,
give - I'll go! Not ours do not let him in:
You will go away! - they say.
If you don't believe me, send someone to accompany me.
Not ours chose one and sent with the violinist. The violinist came to the village;
he hears: the wedding is being celebrated in the extreme hut.
Let's go to the wedding!
We entered the hut; then everyone recognized the violinist, they asked:
Where have you been, brother, for three years?
I was in the next world!
We sat, took a walk, not ours is calling the violinist:
Time to go! And that one:
Wait a little more; let me play the violin, amuse the young.
Until then we sat while the roosters crowed; here not ours disappeared, but the violinist
began to say to the sons of a rich man:
Your father ordered you to take the money: one cauldron at the gate is buried, and
the other was in the barn, and ordered to distribute all this money to the poor.
So they dug up both cauldrons, began to distribute money to the poor brethren: how
the more they are distributed, the more they are added.
We took these boilers to the intersection:
whoever drives by, everyone takes from there, as much as he can take with his hand, but money
all do not come true. A petition was submitted to the sovereign; he ordered: in some
the city had a detour road - it would be fifty versts, and if you lay straight,
then only five miles, and the emperor ordered to build a straight bridge.
So they built a bridge five miles away, and for that matter both boilers were emptied.
In those days, a certain girl gave birth to a son and left him from an early age;
this baby had not eaten or drunk for three years, and the angel of God walked with him.
A baby came to the bridge and said:
Oh, what a glorious bridge!
May God grant that the kingdom of heaven, on whose money it was built.
The Lord heard this prayer and told his angels to release the rich
a man from hell.
Once upon a time there was a rich merchant Marko - he was not stingy! Once he went somehow
walk; On my way, I saw a beggar: an old man was sitting and begging for alms:
Give, Orthodox, for Christ's sake!
Marco Rich passed by.
A poor peasant followed him at that time, took pity on the beggar and gave him
a pretty penny.
The rich man felt ashamed, he stopped and said to the peasant:
Listen, fellow countryman, lend me a pretty penny; I want to give to the poor, yes
there are no small ones! A man gave it to him and asks:
And when to come for a debt?
Come tomorrow!
The next day the poor go to the rich for his penny. Came on it
wide yard:
What, Marco Rich at home?
At home! What do you need? Marco asks.
I came for a pretty penny.
Ah, brother, come after; well, really, there are no small ones.
The poor man bowed and back.
I, - he says, - will come tomorrow.
The next morning comes - again the same:
There is no small money at all, if you like, come on with a hundredth change ... otherwise
come back in two weeks.
Two weeks later, the poor go to the rich again, and Marko the Rich saw
him out the window and says to his wife:
Listen, wife! I will strip naked and lie under the saints; and you cover me
canvas, sit and cry as if over the dead. When a man comes for a debt,
tell him I died today.
Okay, as the husband ordered, so the wife did: she sits and burns
bursts into tears. A man comes to the room, she asks him:
What do you want?
For a favor to Mark the Rich, - the poor answers. - Well, little man, Marco
The rich ordered to live long; just died now.
Rest in peace!
Let me, mistress, for my pretty penny I will serve him - even a sinful body
With this word I grabbed the hot water cast iron and let's Mark the Rich
scald with boiling water. Marco can hardly endure, frowns and jerks his legs.
Jump, don't jerk, but give me a penny! - says the poor.
I washed it, equipped it as it should.
Well, mistress, buy a coffin and take it out to church; I will stand over him
They put Mark the Rich in a coffin and carried him to the church; and the man stood over
A dark night fell. Suddenly a window opens and they climb into the church
robber thieves; the man hid behind the altar.
The thieves got in and began to divide the booty among themselves; everything is divided, remains
a golden saber - everyone drags to him, no one gives in. The poor man will jump out
how to scream:
What are you arguing about? Whoever cuts off the head of a dead man will have a saber!
Marco Rich jumped up not himself. The thieves got scared, threw their
treasury and rushed to run.
Well, little man, - says Marco, - let's divide the money.
Divided equally; a lot went to both.
What a pretty penny? the poor man asks.
Eh, brother, you see yourself - there are no small ones! Still, he did not give Marco Rich
pennies.
The tale of the wicked wife
Late in the evening, one Cossack arrived in the village, stopped at an extreme hut and
began to ask:
Hey, master, let me spend the night!
Go, if you are not afraid of death.
"What a speech this is!" - thinks the Cossack, put the horse in the barn, gave him
stern and goes to the hut.
Looks - and men, and women, and small children - all crying so hard yes
pray to god; prayed and began to put on clean shirts.
Why are you crying? - asks the Cossack.
Yes, you see, - the owner answers, - in our village at night death walks, in
no matter what hut looks in - so in the morning put all the tenants in the coffin and take them to
churchyard. It's our turn this night.
Eh, master, don't be afraid; God will not give, the pig will not eat. The owners died
sleep; and the Cossack is on his mind - and does not close his eyes. At midnight it opened
window; a witch appeared at the window - all in white, took a sprinkler, stuck her hand
into the hut and was just about to sprinkle it - when suddenly the Cossack brandished his saber and
cut off her arm to the very shoulder. The witch screamed, screamed, doggy style
drifted off and ran away.
And the Cossack raised his severed hand, hid it in his greatcoat, washed the blood and
went to sleep. In the morning the owners woke up, they look - every last one is alive -
healthy, and incredibly happy.
Do you want, - says the Cossack, - I'll show you death? Gather everyone as soon as possible
centurions and foremen, let us go to look for her in the village.
Immediately all the centurions and foremen gathered together and went home; not there,
there is no here, finally we got to the Ponomarskaya hut.
Is your whole family here? - asks the Cossack.
No, darling! One daughter is sick, lying on the stove. The Cossack looked at the stove,
and the girl's hand was cut off; then he announced everything as it was, took out and showed
severed hand.
The world rewarded the Cossack with money, and awarded this witch to drown.
Death of the stingy
Once upon a time there was a stingy curmudgeon, an old man; had two sons and a lot of money;
heard death, locked himself alone in the hut and sat down on the chest, began to swallow gold
money is banknotes and so ended his life.
The sons came, put the dead under the holy icons and called the deacon
Suddenly at midnight he appears in the form of an unclean man,
dead old man on his shoulder and said:
Here, deacon, half! And he began to coward the old man:
The money is yours, and my bag!
He carried it and became invisible.
Runaway soldier and the devil
The soldier asked for leave on vacation, packed up and went on a campaign. Walked, walked, not
to see nowhere water, than to wet his croutons and on the way on the road
to have a bite, but the belly is empty for a long time. Nothing to do - I trudged on; lo and behold -
a trickle runs, went to this stream, took out three biscuits from his knapsack and put
in water. The soldier also had a violin; in his spare time he is different on it
songs played, boredom
clocked. So a soldier sat down by the stream, took a violin and started playing.
Suddenly, out of nowhere - an unclean person comes to him in the form of an old man, with a book
Hello Mr. Service!
Great, kind person!
The devil grimaced as a soldier called him a kind man.
Listen, buddy, let's change: I'll give you my book, and you
Eh, old, what do I need your book for? I have served at least ten years
sovereign, but I have never been literate; I didn’t know before, but now I’m learning
Nothing, servant! I have such a book - whoever looks, everyone
Well, let me - I'll try!
literacy, was delighted and immediately exchanged his violin. The unclean took
violin, began to drive with a bow, but business does not stick - there is no
Listen, brother, - he says to the soldier, - stay with me as a guest of the day
at three and teach the violin to play; I will thank you!
No, old man, - the soldier answers, - I need to go home, and in three days I
i'll go far.
Please, servant, if you stay and teach the violin, I
i'll take you home one day - I'll take you by postal troika.
The soldier is sitting in thought: to stay or not? And he takes out the crackers from
stream - wants to eat.
Eh, servant brother, - says the unclean, - your bad food; eat
He untied the bag and took out white bread, fried beef, vodka and all sorts of
snacks: eat - I don't want to!
The soldier ate and drank and agreed to stay with that unfamiliar old man
and teach him to play the violin. He stayed with him for three days and asks to go home;
the devil leads him out of his chorus - there are three good horses in front of the porch.
Sit down, servant! I'll take you there in no time.
The soldier sat down with the devil in the cart; how the horses caught them, how they carried them -
only miles flicker in the eyes! They brought me by spirit.
Do you recognize this village? - asks the unclean.
How can you not find out! - the soldier answers. - After all, in this village I was born and
Well, goodbye!
The soldier got off the cart, came to his relatives, began to greet them
and to tell about himself, when and how much he was released from the regiment.
It seemed to him that he had stayed with the unclean as a guest for only three days, and
actually stayed with him for three years; the vacation period ended a long time ago, and
in the regiment, tea, they count him on the run.
The soldier was mortified, does not know what to do to him! And gulba does not come to mind! Released
to the outskirts and thinks: "Where to go now? If you go to the regiment - so there
drive through the line. Eh, unclean, you made a good joke on me. "
uttered this word, and the unclean one is right there.
Do not twist, servant! Stay with me - you have life in your regiment
unenviable, they feed you breadcrumbs and beat you with sticks, and I'll make you happy ...
Do you want me to make you a merchant?
That's okay: the merchants live well, let me try my luck!
The unclean man made him a merchant, gave him a large shop in the capital city with
various expensive goods and says:
Now, brother, goodbye! I will leave you for the distant lands, in
thirtieth state; the king there has a beautiful daughter
Marya the princess; I will torture her in every possible way!
Our merchant lives, does not grieve about anything; happiness itself and falls into the yard; in
trade is such a task for him that it is impossible to demand better! Others became him
merchants envy. "Come on," they say, "we'll ask him what kind of man he is, and
where did you come from, and can you bargain? After all, he recaptured all trade from us -
so that he was empty! "They came to him, began to question him, and he answers them:
You are my brothers! Now I have a lot to do, once with you
talk; come tomorrow, you will find out everything.
The merchants went home; and the soldier thinks what to do? As an answer
give? I thought and thought and decided to leave my shop and leave the city at night.
So he took all the money that was available, and went to the thirtieth
state.
He walked, walked and came to the outpost.
What kind of person? the sentry asks him. He answers:
I am a doctor; I am going to your kingdom, because your king's daughter is sick;
i want to cure her.
The sentry reported this to the courtiers, the courtiers brought to the king himself,
The king summoned the soldier:
If you cure my daughter, I will give her to marry you.
Your Majesty, order me to give three decks of cards, three bottles of wine
sweet and three bottles of hot alcohol, three pounds of nuts, three pounds
lead bullets and three bunches of candles, ardent wax.
Ok, everything will be ready!
The soldier waited until evening, bought himself a violin and went to the princess; lit in
candles in her room, he began to drink, walk, play the violin.
At midnight, an unclean person comes, heard the music and rushed to the soldier:
Hello, brother!
Great!
What do you drink?
I sip kvass.
Give it to me!
Please! -and brought him a full glass of hot alcohol; the devil drank - and
rolled his eyes under his forehead:
Eh, takes it tight! Let me have something to eat.
Here are the nuts, take it and eat it! - says the soldier, and the lead bullets himself
slips. The devil gnawed, gnawed, only broke his teeth. They began to play cards;
while this and that - the time has passed, the roosters cried, and the unclean one was gone. Asks
king to the princess:
How did the night sleep?
Thank God, calm!
And the other night passed in the same way; and by the third night the king's soldier asks:
Your Majesty! Order fifty poods to tie down and do
three rods of copper, three rods of iron and three rods of tin.
Ok, everything will be done!
At dead midnight, the unclean appears.
Hello, serviceman! I again came to you for a walk.
Hi! Who is not happy with a cheerful comrade! We started to drink and walk.
The unclean saw ticks asks:
What is it?
Yes, see, the king took me into his service and forced the musicians to
to teach the violin; and they all have crooked fingers - no better than yours, you need to
straighten the ticks.
Oh, brother, - the unclean began to ask, - can I also correct
fingers? I still can't play the violin.
Why not? Put your fingers here.
The devil put both hands in the pliers; the soldier pinned them down, squeezed them, then grabbed
bars and let's regale him; beats and says: "Here's the merchants!"
The devil begs, the devil asks:
Let go, perhaps! I cannot reach the palace for thirty versts.
But know he scourges. The devil jumped, jumped, spun, spun, forcefully
broke free and said to the soldier:
Even though you will marry the princess, you will not leave my hands! Only
if you drive thirty miles from the city, I will seize you now!
He said and disappeared.
Here the soldier married the princess and lived with her in love and harmony; a
a few years later the king died, and he began to rule the entire kingdom. In one
time the new king came out with his wife to take a walk in the garden.
Oh, what a glorious garden! He says.
What a garden this is! - the queen answers. - We have another outside the city
garden, thirty versts from here, there is something to admire!
The king packed up and went there with the queen; he just got out of the carriage,
and the unclean to meet:
Why are you? Have you forgotten what you were told! Well, brother, it's his own fault
now you can't get out of my clutches.
What to do! Apparently, such is my fate! Let me even with a young wife
say goodbye.
Goodbye, yes, hurry up! ..
Scary tale for children
About swing
One boy had a long nose. And his name was Yegor. Yegor somehow went out into the yard and immediately sat down on the swing. And he began to swing - up and down, up and down. And back and forth. He rode for two hours and everything was not enough for him.
Other children in the yard began to ask:
- Yegorka! Give us a ride too!
But Yegor did not answer, but only began to sway even more - up and down, up and down. And back and forth. Only a long nose flickers. Then the other children joined hands and began to sing a tease that they themselves composed:
“Egor is a long nose,
Has grown to the swing! "
Yegor was offended, but did not get off the swing. And the children were also offended and went to eat pancakes with sour cream. Egor rocked still and decided that it was time to go home and eat something, but he could not stop - the swing did not want to let him go! He was spinning and shouting - nothing helps. The swing swayed even more and creaked so hard that sour cream sour on the pancakes of other children.
Then the Little Sorceress came out into the yard and shouted:
- Yegorka! Let's ride!
- I would give, - answered Yegor, - but I can't get off the swing!
- Why? What happened?
- Yes, I swayed, swayed, and other children began to tease me with Long Nose and also that I was rooted to the swing. Help me-ee!
- You have been bewitched! - exclaimed the Little Sorceress.
- Well, disenchant me!
- It's not so easy, you need to come up with a spell that will stop the swing, - answered the Little Sorceress and sat down to think on the edge of the sandbox.
And Yegor kept rocking and shouting.
At this time, a policeman walked by, who immediately realized that something was wrong. The policeman grabbed the swing to save Yegor, but he only stuck to it and they began to swing together.
- I think I did it, - said the Little Sorceress quietly, - now let's try. - And quickly, quickly muttered:
"Swing-swing, forgive Yegor
And let go home as soon as possible.
Then something tinkled and the swing stopped. Yes, so quickly that the policeman fell into the flower bed out of surprise, and Yegor fell on him. Then Yegor jumped up and ran home to eat pancakes with sour cream. And the policeman smiled and went to his department to write a report on the boy's rescue.
And the Little Sorceress sat on the swing and began to swing - up and down, up and down. And back and forth. And when the next morning Yegor went out into the yard, she immediately gave way to him. Well ... almost immediately.
Vyacheslav Svalnov
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A very scary tale
In one Sicilian city, boys began to disappear at night (girls if you tell girls in the ward), and only boys disappeared (girls if you tell girls in the ward) who did not sleep after the moon rose.
Moms and dads shed many tears until the terrible secret was revealed.
The fact is that at night a ship with blood-scarlet sails entered the bay. From it in the night on boats sailors went to the shore. Having found an awake boy / girl on the shore in some house, they put the child to sleep and took him away.
The crew of the ship was cursed and in order to get rid of the curse, it was necessary to collect a collection of 239 brushes of small children.
On the ship, a terrible doctor, while the child was under anesthesia, cut off his hand.
A child waking up from anesthesia and still not understanding what was happening looking at the stump asked the doctor:
- Uncle, where is my pen?
To which the doctor replied:
- There she is.!!! There she is!!! There she is!!!
The last remark is staged to the closest child ... You simply shake your brush in front of his face.
Children get scared right away but then start laughing.
***
Carnation
Once upon a time there was a mother and a daughter. No one went to them because they had a nail sticking out in the floor. He stuck out in the very middle of the room and the girl had to go around him all the time. The girl often asked her mother:
- Mom, let's pull this nail out!
- What are you daughter! Never, never touch that nail. And never invite anyone into the house.
- And why?
- Because someone wants to pull out this nail, and then there will be trouble!
- And what will happen?
- Better and don't ask me, daughter. A terrible, terrible misfortune will happen.
And the girl stopped asking. So the years passed. The girl grew up, and she wanted to invite guests.
And then one terrible, terrible autumn evening, the girl's mother went to the cemetery to get some fresh air; and the girl called the guests. The guests began to dance, and the nail interfered with them all the time. Then the guests said:
- Let's get this nail out!
And the girl screamed:
- You can't! Do not! Something terrible is going to happen!
But the guests laughed at the girl and, seizing the moment, pulled out the nail. And then there was a terrible crash. Some time later, the doorbell rang. The girl wanted to open the door, but the guests shouted:
- Do not! Do not open!
The girl was a pioneer and therefore she opened it. On the threshold stood a woman all in black. She immediately began to enter the apartment. She kept coming and going, and the guests and the girl backed away and backed away until the apartment ran out.
- What have you done ... - said the black woman in a quiet, as if dead, raspy voice. - What have you done. she repeated a little louder. - Under this floor, in my apartment ... - and then she screamed in some terrible inhuman voice. -… the chandelier fell down !!!
Agafya Knyazhinskaya
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Seven-flowered flower
Once upon a time there was a girl named Zhenya. And one day, on New Year's Eve, she received a seven-colored flower as a gift from Santa Claus. Zhenya was delighted, and in the evening she went to the disco. She tore off the red petal from the seven-blossom flower and says:
- I want it to be sausage! - and began to sausage at the disco. Five hours later, Zhenya got tired of sausage, she tore off an orange petal and says:
- I want it not to be sausage, - and immediately stopped sausage. She sat for a while and she felt sad. Then she tore off the yellow petal and said:
- I want to have fun! - and she felt so cheerful that it was impossible to retell that she soaked it out for joy. When there was no one to amuse, Zhenya tore off the green petal and said:
- I want to not have fun, - and immediately stopped having fun. Zhenya looked around at the floor, strewn with young corpses and decided to punish herself. She tore off the blue petal and says:
- I want me to be sad, - and immediately began to cry.
Zhenya reached her yard already knee-deep in tears. In the courtyard, she saw a neighbor's boy Vitya, who was trying to climb onto a bench so as not to wet his shoes. Vitya has long liked Zhenya for his beautiful crutches. She wanted the same ones, covered with elaborate intricate carvings, trimmed with gold and ivory, strewn with diamonds, rubies and emeralds, but, unfortunately, she was not lame like Vitya.
Now, when Zhenya was so bad, it seemed to her that Vitya was not happy enough. Maybe he needs something else besides crutches? The tears flowing from her eyes in continuous streams prevented my wife from thinking. She tore off the blue petal by touch and quickly said:
“I want me not to be sad,” and, having stopped crying, she swam up to Vita.
- Hello, Vitya. I have long wanted to tell you that you are a cool dude, and I want to do something cool for you so that you are not a kitty on this bench.
With these words, Zhenya tore off a purple petal and said:
- I want Vitya to have sausage ...
And the good girl didn't have more petals ...
Agafya Knyazhinskaya
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