The Wolf and the Fox

Once upon a wolf and a fox. Wolves brushwood hut, from chanterelles - ice. Thaw came, fox hut melted. Was the fox to the wolf in the night to ask:

- Let me go, kumanёk, warm up!

- Mala my hut, - says Wolf. - One nowhere to turn. Where you comin?

Do not let the wolf fox.

Fox was another time, was third. I work out every day to go to the wolf:

- Though on pristupochku, kumanёk, let them!

Squeezed wolf, let the fox. The first night on Fox pristupochke slept, the second got into the house, and the third on the stove collapsed. Wolf sleeping at the bottom of the oven, on the stove and the fox. And all a night to herself talking the talk.

Heard the wolf, he asks:

- Who are you, godfather?

- No one kumanёk, no.

We went to bed, and the fox know in foot chimney knocks: "Knock, knock, knock! Knock, knock, knock!"

I woke up the wolf:
- Come, Kuma, ask: Who is knocking?

Fox went to the porch to the door. And from the passage got into kladovushku where wolf reserves berёg. It began in kladovushke sour cream Yes maslitse lick. Licking and says:

- Good Volkova NCA estimates! Tasty maslitse!

Lick all maslitse and sour cream, flour crumble. He returned to the stove licked.

- Who are you, gossip, talking in the hall? - Asked the wolf.

- That's for me when I came, - answers the fox. - Invited me to the wedding feast at pochestny. Yes, I refused to go.

He believed the wolf fox.

Wolf conceived the morning oven pancakes. Says the fox:

- I'll wear firewood, stove to heat. And you go down, gossip, in kladovushku, look good there. It was me and maslitse and sour cream, and was muchitsa. Stove flooded, napechёm Blinkov.

I went to the fox in kladovushku Volkov. Kladovushki was out, the wolf says:

- I'm old age slepovata become, I see bad-found nothing in your kladovushke. Go, kumanёk itself.

Wolf himself went to his kladovushku. On the shelves looked under the shelves looked: everything in kladovushke cozy up! He returned, asked the fox:

- Did not you have me, gossip, sour cream and licked maslitse so scattered the flour?

I began to renounce the fox:

- I'm blind and miserable. Not seen of butter, sour cream no licking, not to spill your meal!

Once again, the wolf believed sly fox, left in the cabin live up to the spring.

Fox lived until the spring, he lived until the autumn cold.

And now the wolf lives in a hut.