Once upon a time there were two mice, Cool and Vert, and a cockerel Vociferous Neck.

The mice only knew that they were singing and dancing, spinning and spinning.

And the cockerel rose a little light, at first he woke everyone up with a song, and then set to work.

Once a cockerel was sweeping the yard and saw a spike of wheat on the ground.

- Cool, Vert, - called the cockerel, - look what I found!

The mice come running and say:

- You need to thresh him.

- And who will thresh? asked the cockerel.

- Not me! one shouted.

- Not me! another shouted.

- All right, - said the cockerel, - I will thresh.

And set to work. And the mice began to play bast shoes. The cockerel finished thrashing and shouted:

- Hey, Cool, hey, Vert, look how much grain I have threshed! The mice came running and squealed in one voice:

- Now you need to carry grain to the mill, grind flour!

- And who will bear it? asked the cockerel.

“Not me!” Shouted Krut.

“Not me!” shouted Vert.

- All right, - said the cockerel, - I'll take the grain to the mill. He put the bag on his shoulders and left. And the mice, meanwhile, started a leapfrog. Jumping over each other, having fun. The cockerel returned from the mill, again calling the mice:

- Here, Cool, here, Vert! I brought flour. The mice came running, they look, they won’t praise:

- Oh, cock! Oh well done! Now you need to knead the dough and bake pies.

- Who will knead? asked the cockerel. And the mice are on their own again.

- Not me! squeaked Krut.

- Not me! squeaked Vert. The cockerel thought, thought and said:

“Looks like I have to.

He kneaded the dough, dragged firewood, lit the stove. And as the oven was heated, he planted pies in it.

The mice also do not lose time: they sing songs, dance. The pies were baked, the cockerel took them out, put them on the table, and the mice were right there. And I didn't have to call them.

- Oh, and I'm hungry! Krut squeaks.

- Oh, and I want to eat! squeaks Vert. And they sat down at the table. And the rooster says to them:

- Wait, wait! You tell me first who found the spikelet.

- You found! the mice screamed loudly.

- And who threshed the spikelet? the cockerel asked again.

- You screwed up! Both said quietly.

Who carried the grain to the mill?

“You too,” Cool and Vert answered quite quietly.

Who kneaded the dough? Did you carry firewood? Fired up the oven? Who baked pies?

- All you. That's all you, - the little mice squeaked a little audibly.

— And what did you do?

What to say in response? And there is nothing to say. Krut and Vert began to crawl out from behind the table, but the cockerel does not hold them back. There is nothing to treat such loafers and lazy people with pies.

Spikelet

Once upon a time there were two mice, Cool and Vert, and a cockerel Vociferous throat. The mice only knew that they were singing and dancing, spinning and spinning. And the cockerel rose a little light, at first he woke everyone up with a song, and then set to work.
Once a cockerel was sweeping the yard and saw a spike of wheat on the ground.
- Cool, Vert, - called the cockerel, - look what I found! The mice come running and say:

You need to thresh him.
- And who will thresh? - asked the cockerel.
- Not me! - the rooster cock with a broom shouted alone. - Not me! another shouted.
- Okay, - said the cockerel, - I'll thresh. And set to work.
And the mice began to play bast shoes. The cockerel finished thrashing and shouted:
- Hey, Cool, hey, Vert, look how much grain I have threshed! The mice came running and squealed in one voice: - Now you need to take the grain to the mill, grind the flour.
- And who will bear it? - asked the cockerel.
- Not me! Krut shouted.
- Not me! Vert shouted.
- All right, - said the cockerel, - I'll take the grain to the mill.
He put the bag on his shoulders and left. And the mice, meanwhile, started a leapfrog. Jumping over each other, having fun. The cockerel returned from the mill, again calling the mice:
- Here, Cool, here, Vert! I brought flour. The mice came running, they look, they won’t praise:
- Oh, yes, a cockerel! Ah well done! Now you need to knead the dough and bake pies.
- Who will knead? - asked the cockerel. And the mice are theirs again:
- Not me! - Krut squeaked.
- Not me! squeaked Vert. The cockerel thought, thought and said:
Apparently, I'll have to.
He kneaded the dough, dragged firewood, lit the stove. And as the oven heated up, he put pies in it.
The mice also do not lose time: they sing songs, dance.
The pies were baked, the cockerel took them out, put them on the table, and the mice were right there. And I didn't have to call them.
- Oh, and I'm hungry! - Krut squeaks.
- Oh, and I want to eat! - squeaks Vert. Rather sit down at the table. And the rooster says to them:
- Wait, wait! You tell me first: who found the spikelet?
- You found! the mice squealed loudly.
- And who threshed the spikelet? - the cockerel asked again.
- You threshed! both said quietly.
- And who carried the grain to the mill?
- Too you, - Quietly answered Krut and Vert.
Who kneaded the dough? Did you carry firewood? Fired up the oven? Who baked pies?
- All you, all you, - the little mice squeaked a little audibly.
- What did you do?
What to say in response? And there is nothing to say. Krut and Vert began to crawl out from behind the table, but the cockerel does not hold them back. There is no reason to treat such loafers and lazy people with pies!

Russian folktale

» Spikelet

or, there were two little mice, Cool and Vert, and a cockerel Vociferous Neck.
The mice only knew that they were singing and dancing, spinning and spinning.
And the cockerel rose a little light, at first he woke everyone up with a song, and then set to work. Once a cockerel was sweeping the yard and saw a spike of wheat on the ground.

Cool, Vert, - called the cockerel, - look what I found!
The mice come running and say:
- You need to thresh him.
- And who will thresh? - asked the cockerel.
- Not me! one shouted.
- Not me! another shouted.
- Okay, - said the cockerel, - I'll thresh.

And set to work. And the mice began to play bast shoes.
The cockerel finished thrashing and shouted:
- Hey, Cool, hey, Vert, look how much grain I have threshed!

The mice came running and squealed in one voice:
- Now you need to carry the grain to the mill, grind the flour!
- And who will bear it? - asked the cockerel.
- Not me! Krut shouted.
- Not me! Vert shouted.
- All right, - said the cockerel, - I'll take the grain to the mill.
He put the bag on his shoulders and left.

And the mice, meanwhile, started a leapfrog. Jumping over each other, having fun.
The cockerel returned from the mill, again calling the mice:
- Here, Cool, here. Twirl! I brought flour.

The mice came running, they look, they won’t praise:
- Oh yes, cock! Oh well done! Now you need to knead the dough and bake pies.
- Who will knead? - asked the cockerel.
And the mice are theirs again:
- Not me! - Krut squeaked.
- Not me! squeaked Vert.
The cockerel thought, thought and said:
Apparently, I'll have to.
He kneaded the dough, dragged firewood, lit the stove. And as the oven was heated, he planted pies in it.

The mice also do not lose time: they sing songs, dance.
The pies were baked, the cockerel took them out, put them on the table, and the mice were right there.

And I didn't have to call them.
- Oh, and I'm hungry! - Krut squeaks.
- Oh, and I want to eat! - squeaks Vert.
And they sat down at the table.

And the rooster says to them:
- Wait, wait! You tell me first who found the spikelet.
- You found! the mice screamed loudly.
- And who threshed the spikelet? - the cockerel asked again.
- You threshed! both said quietly.
- And who carried the grain to the mill?
- Too you, - Quietly answered Krut and Vert.
Who kneaded the dough? Did you carry firewood? Fired up the oven? Who baked pies?
- All you. That's all you, - the little mice squeaked a little audibly.
- What did you do?

What to say in response? And there is nothing to say. Krut and Vert began to crawl out from behind the table, but the cockerel does not hold them back.
There is no reason to treat such loafers and lazy people with pies!

Once upon a time there were two mice, Cool and Vert, and a cockerel Vociferous Neck. The mice only knew that they were singing and dancing, spinning and spinning. And the cockerel rose a little light, at first he woke everyone up with a song, and then set to work.

Once a cockerel was sweeping the yard and saw a spike of wheat on the ground.

Cool, Vert, - called the cockerel, - look what I found!

The mice come running and say:

You need to thresh him.

And who will thresh? - asked the cockerel.

Only not I! -Screamed one.

Only not me! -Screamed another.

Okay, - said the cockerel, - I'll thresh.

And set to work. And the mice began to play bast shoes.

The cockerel finished thrashing and shouted:

Hey, cool, hey, twist, look how much grain I have threshed!

Now you need to carry grain to the mill, grind flour!

And who will bear it? - asked the cockerel.

Only not me! -shouted Krut.

Only not me! - shouted Vert.

All right, - said the cockerel, - I'll take the grain to the mill.

He put the bag on his shoulders and left. And the mice, meanwhile, started a leapfrog. Jumping over each other, having fun.

The cockerel returned from the mill, again calling the mice:

Here, Cool, here. Twirl! I brought flour.

The mice came running, they look, they won’t praise:

Hey cockerel! Oh well done! Now you need to knead the dough and bake pies.

Who will knead? - asked the cockerel. And the mice are on their own again.

Only not me! -squeaked Krut.

Only not me! - squeaked Vert.

The cockerel thought, thought and said:

Apparently I have to.

He kneaded the dough, dragged firewood, lit the stove. And as the oven was heated, he planted pies in it. The mice also do not lose time: they sing songs, dance. The pies were baked, the cockerel took them out, put them on the table, and the mice were right there. And I didn't have to call them.

Oh, and I'm hungry! - Krut squeaks.

Oh, and I want to eat! - squeaks Vert.

And they sat down at the table.

And the rooster says to them:

Wait, wait! You tell me first who found the spikelet.

You found! the mice screamed loudly.

And who threshed the spikelet? - the cockerel asked again.

You screwed up! both said quietly.

And who carried the grain to the mill?

You, too, - Quietly answered Krut and Vert.

Who kneaded the dough? Did you carry firewood? Fired up the oven? Who baked pies?

All you. That's all you, - the little mice squeaked a little audibly.

And what did you do?

What to say in response? And there is nothing to say. Krut and Vert began to crawl out from behind the table, but the cockerel does not hold them back. There is nothing to treat such loafers and lazy people with pies.

The old Ukrainian fairy tale "Spikelet" tells children that without labor nothing can ever be done and the goals set cannot be achieved.

The favorite Ukrainian folk tale "Spikelet" tells about three friends - two mice and a cockerel - who lived together.

The cockerel somehow found a spikelet and decided to bake pies out of flour, but the mice refused to help him. And the cockerel had to grind the grain himself, sift the flour, knead the dough and cook delicious and fragrant pies.

Once upon a time there were two mice, Cool and Vert, and a cockerel Vociferous neck. The mice only knew how to sing and dance, spin and spin. The cockerel got up early in the morning, first woke everyone up with a song, and then set to work.
Once a cockerel was sweeping the yard and saw a spike of wheat on the ground. The cockerel called the mice:
- Twist and Twirl, look what I found!
The mice come running and say:
- You need to thresh him.
- And who will thresh? asked the cockerel.
- Not me! squeaked Krut.
- Not me! squeaked Vert.
- All right, - said the cockerel, - I will thresh.
And set to work. The mice, meanwhile, started a game of bast shoes.
The cockerel finished threshing and shouted:
- Hey, Cool, hey, Vert, look how much grain I have threshed!
The mice came running and squealed in one voice:
- Now it is necessary to carry the grain to the mill, to grind the flour.
- And who will bear it? asked the cockerel.
- Not me! Cool replied.
- Not me! Vert replied.
- Okay, - said the cockerel, - I'll take the grain to the mill.
He shouldered the bag and left. And the mice started a game of leapfrog. Jumping over each other, having fun.
The cockerel returned from the mill and called the mice:
- Here, Cool, here, Vert! I brought flour.
The mice came running, they look, they are not overjoyed:
- Oh yes, cock! Oh well done! Now you need to knead the dough and bake bread.
- Who will knead? asked the cockerel.
And the mice are again their own:
- Not me! Krut squeaked.
- Not me! squeaked Vert.
The cockerel thought, thought and said:
- Looks like I'll have to.
The cockerel kneaded the dough, dragged firewood, lit the stove. As the oven was heated, he planted bread in it.
The mice also do not lose time: they dance and sing songs.
The bread was baked, the cockerel took it out, put it on the table, and the mice were right there. And I didn't have to call them.
- Oh, and I'm hungry! squeaked Krut.
- Oh, how you want to eat! squeaked Vert.
Rather sit down at the table. And the rooster says to them:
- Wait, wait! You tell me first, who found the spikelet?
- You found! the mice screamed loudly.
- And who threshed the spikelet? the cockerel asked again.
- You threshed! both said quietly.
- And who carried the grain to the mill?
- Too you, - Quietly answered Krut and Vert.
Who kneaded the dough? Did you carry firewood? He stoked the oven, who baked the bread?
- All you. All of you, - the little mice squeaked a little audibly.
- What did you do?
I don't know what to say mouse. Krut and Vert began to crawl out from behind the table, but the cockerel does not hold them back.
There is no reason to treat such loafers and lazy people with bread!