Lazy Arina

There once was a man, Ivan and wife Arina. He sent it in the rye harvest.

Here Arina came on the strip, squeeze such a place, so you can lie down one; I lay down, and slept horoshohonko went home, though, and really worked hard, worked.

- What wife - her husband asks, - how many of today squeezed?

- Thank God, one place squeezed.

"It's good! - Thinking man. - One lane, then committed suicide. "

Again the next day went Arina field, squeezed a place and slept until the evening; and on the third day - the same, and the fourth - the same; so all week and provolochila.

It is time to think a man with the sheaves in the field to go.

Come - and rye is all luxuriate; somewhere, somewhere squeezed boroughs, and that such that only the person to lie down. He began to look for his wife and saw her lying on one place so-so snores!

A man is now back home, I grabbed a pair of scissors, the gateway to the stubble, and shaved his shaved a woman; He has done it all, and returned to the village.

Here Arina slept, slept, yes, finally woke up; Enough hand behind his head and said to myself:

- Quite often lose something popritchilos! I believe, I - Arina, and not my head! Go home: if a dog barks, so I mean - not Arina.

I came straight to the village of his hut and asked for a window:

- What is your Arina home?

Husband have realized and said to her:

- At home!

Then got out from under the dog collar, has not recognized the mistress and rushed at her as if to someone else; so for floors and missing. Arina run but run as if the living from his home to go!

And she went to roam the field. A man had compassion, forgave her, and from that time became Arina reap unsophisticated.