I do not like it - do not listen

They lived two brothers smart, and the third a fool.One day they went to the forest for firewood, and they wanted to have dinner there; They poured cereal into a pot, poured water, and the fire is not.

Nearby was the apiary. Here's a great brother and says:

- Hang me the fire to the bee house.

The old man comes in and says:

- Grandpa, let me bring some new energy.

But the grandfather said:

- Play a song before me.

- Yes I am, my grandfather, I can not.

- Well, I will dance.

- I, the grandfather, not much.

- And not much, so you do not have, and fire!

And there comes the big brother without fire to his brothers.

Then the middle brother says:

- Eka you, brother! It does not bring us to the fire!Yeah, I think I'll go - and go.

He came to the bee house and shouts:

- Grandpa, I perhaps bring some new energy.

- Come on, light, play me a song!

- I can not.

- Well, tell me a story.

- Yes I am, my grandfather, did not know how.

Come and this brother without fire to his brothers.

Fool looked at his brothers:

- Oh, you clever lads, you do not have fire! - And went himself.

Needless to say:

- Grandpa, do not you have a spark?

But the grandfather said:

- I will dance before!

- I can not.

- Well, tell me a story.

- That's the way my case - said the fool and sat on the fence lying. - Yeah, see, - added a fool - Sit down opposite to me, listen to, but do not interrupt.

Here the old man sat down across from him. Fool cleared his throat and began:

- Well, listen, my grandfather!

- Listen, the light!

- I had a grandfather, pegonkaya nag; I Ride it to the woods to flog firewood. One day I was sitting on top of it, and I had an ax in his belt; a horse running - a trick, a trick, and the ax to her back - knock, knock; Here Stukal, Stukal, and cut off her ass. Well, listen, my grandfather?

- Listen, the light!

- Here I am on the front of this three year went, but then somehow accidentally saw in the meadows back of my horse: he walks and grass burns. I got caught him and sewed to the front, I sewed and even three years went. You listen to the grandfather?

- Listen, the light!

- I went, went, went into the woods and I saw there tall oak; It started on the climb and climbed into the sky.Here I saw there that cheap bastard, only mosquitoes and flies the road, picked up on the ground and tears, I has caught two flies and mosquitoes kul, hoisted them on his back and climbed back into the sky.

I folded coolies and began to distribute to people, give me a fly to Komarenko, and take with them to exchange a cow with a calf - and scored as many cattle as the budget does not. So I drove the cattle, I drove to the place where vzlezal, - enough oak felled by something. Then I become sad and thought how I get down from the sky, and finally even think to do a rope to the ground: it cut all my cattle, took a long strap and began to descend. That went down, down, and did not have my seat belt height thereof Pobol your tent, grandfather, and was afraid to jump. You listen to the grandfather?

- Listen, the light!

- Here is a man, my happiness, blowing oats: Flooring something goes up, and so I grab the rope shake my. Suddenly a strong wind got up and I started to swing back and forth, then to Moscow, then to St. Petersburg; I looked up the rope from the chaff, and the wind brought me into the mire. All I have left in the mud, only one head remains; I want to climb out, but can not.In my mind I had built a duck's nest. Here's a wolf got into the habit to go to the swamp and eat eggs. I get pulled from the mire of his hand and grabbed the tail Biryukov - he stood beside me - jumped and shouted loudly: Chu-lu-lu-lu! He pulled me out of the mire. You listen to the grandfather?

- Listen, the light!

Fool knows that it is bad: the whole tale, and Grandfather kept his word, did not interrupt him; and I began to fool other pobasku.

- My grandfather on your grandfather's riding Ride ...

- No, my Ride on your riding! - Interrupted the old man.

Fool that and glad took the fire and came to his brothers.

Then they spread the fire, put a pot on the trivet and cereals began to cook porridge.

When the porridge is cooked, then the fairy tale will last, and now is all.