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Jack Frost


Alive and used to - my grandfather lived but the other wife. My grandfather had a daughter, and the women had a daughter.
Everyone knows how to live for the stepmother: pereverneshsya - bit and nedoverneshsya - bit. A native daughter that neither will do - for all pat on the back: clever.
Stepdaughter poila and cattle-feeding, firewood and water in the house wore furnace stoked, chalk hut - before the world ... Nothing old woman can not please everyone - it's not that all bad.
Wind least some noise, so calm down, and the old woman at odds - not soon her kill. That's stepmother and stepdaughter came up with the light to be the death.
- Carry, take me her old man - she said her husband - where you want, to my eyes have not seen it! Carry it in the forest, on the bitter cold.
Zatuzhil old man, burst into tears, but nothing to do, women do not argue. Harnessed horse:
- Get sweet daughter in the sleigh.
He took stray into the forest, fell into the snow under a big fir tree and left.
Girl sitting under fir, trembling, chills her sneaks.Suddenly he heard - not far at Frost elkam crackling, with a Christmas tree on a Christmas tree poskakivaet, smacked his. Finding himself on the spruce, under which the girl is sitting on top of her and asks:
- Heat Do you, girl?
- Heat Morozushko, heat, sir.
Frost was lower down, more crackling, smacked his:
- Heat Do you, girl? Heat Do you Red?
It takes a little spirit:
- Heat Morozushko, heat, sir.
Frost still lower down, the forest crackled stronger clicked:
- Heat Do you, girl? Heat Do you Red? Heat Do you, sweetheart?
The girl began to stiffen, barely moving his tongue:
- Oh, the heat Morozushko darling!
There Frost took pity on the girl, wrapped her warm coats, warmed duvets.
But the stepmother of her funeral celebrating too, bake pancakes and yells to her husband:
- Go on, you old bastard, take me to bury my daughter!
Went to the old man in the woods, he arrives to the place - under a big spruce sits his daughter, cheerful, ruddy in sable fur coat, all in gold, silver, and some - a box with rich gifts.
The old man was delighted, put all the goods into the sleigh, planted daughter drove back home.
At home, the old woman bakes pancakes and the dog under the table:
- Tyaf, tyaf! Starikov daughter in gold, silver driven and do not take the old woman to marry.
The old woman throws her pancake:
- Not so yapping! Says, "the old woman's daughter to take, and Starikova daughter's bones being taken ..."
The dog eats a pancake again:
- Tyaf, tyaf! Starikov daughter in gold, silver driven and do not take the old woman to marry.
The old woman threw her pancakes and beat her dog - all of its ...
Suddenly the gate creaked, the door opened, the hut is the stepdaughter - in Zlata-silver and shining. And her box are high, heavy. The old woman looked - and hands apart ...
- Harness, old bastard, another horse! Carry, take me my daughter in the forest and planted it in the same place ...
The old man put the old woman's daughter in the sled, took her into the woods to the same place, dumped in the snow under the high fir and left.
Starukhin daughter sitting teeth knocking.
A Frost on wood crackling, with a Christmas tree on a Christmas tree poskakivaet, smacked his, glancing at the old woman's daughter:
- Heat Do you, girl?
And she told him:
- Oh, the studio! No squeaks, no rattles Frost ...
Frost was lower down, the forest crackled, smacked his.
- Heat Do you, girl? Heat Do you Red?
- Oh, arms, legs otmerzli! Go away, Frost ...
Even lower down Frost, stronger priudaril, cracked, snapped:
- Heat Do you, girl? Heat Do you Red?
- Oh, really chilled! Sgin, damn, damn Jack Frost!
Angry Frost sufficed so much so that the old woman's daughter ossified.
A little light old woman sends her husband:
- Harness rather old bastard, go for his daughter, brought her to Zlate-silver ...
The old man left. A dog under the table:
- Tyaf, tyaf! Starikov daughter grooms take, and the old woman's daughter in a bag of bone being taken.
The old woman threw her cake:
- Not so yapping! Say, "the old woman's daughter Zlata-silver being taken ..."
A dog - all its own:
- Tyaf, tyaf! Starikov daughter grooms take, and the old woman's daughter in a bag of bone being taken ...
Gate creaked, the old woman rushed to meet her daughter. Matting turned away, and her daughter lying dead in a sleigh.
Wailed an old woman, but too late.
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