The tale of the three little pigs is short. The Three Little Pigs (The Tale of the Three Little Pigs)

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  • » The Three Little Pigs (The Tale of the Three Little Pigs)

    “The Tale of the Three Little Pigs” retold by S. Mikhalkov

    or-there were three little pigs in the world. Three brothers.
    All of the same height, round, pink, with the same cheerful tails. Even their names were similar. The piglets' names were Nif-Nif, Nuf-Nuf and Naf-Naf.

    All summer they tumbled in the green grass, basked in the sun, and basked in puddles.
    But then autumn came.
    The sun was no longer so hot, gray clouds stretched over the yellowed forest.

    It’s time for us to think about winter,” Naf-Naf once said to his brothers, waking up early in the morning. - I'm shaking all over from the cold. We might catch a cold. Let's build a house and spend the winter together under one warm roof.
    But his brothers did not want to take the job. It is much more pleasant to walk and jump in the meadow on the last warm days than to dig the ground and carry heavy stones.
    - It will be in time! Winter is still far away. “We’ll take a walk,” said Nif-Nif and somersaulted over his head.
    “When necessary, I will build myself a house,” said Nuf-Nuf and lay down in a puddle.
    “Me too,” added Nif-Nif.
    - Well, as you wish. Then I will build my own house alone,” said Naf-Naf. - I won't wait for you.
    Every day it became colder and colder. But Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf were in no hurry. They didn't even want to think about work. They idle from morning to evening. All they did was play their pig games, jumping and tumbling.
    “Today we’ll take another walk,” they said, “and tomorrow morning we’ll get down to business.”
    But the next day they said the same thing.
    And only when a large puddle near the road began to be covered with a thin crust of ice in the morning, the lazy brothers finally got to work.

    Nif-Nif decided that it would be easier and more likely to make a house out of straw. Without consulting anyone, he did just that. By evening his hut was ready.
    Nif-Nif put the last straw on the roof and, very pleased with his house, sang cheerfully:

    At least you'll go around half the world,
    You'll go around, you'll go around,
    Better at home you won't find
    You won't find it, you won't find it!

    Humming this song, he headed towards Nuf-Nuf.
    Nuf-Nuf was also building a house for himself not far away. He tried to quickly end this boring and uninteresting matter. At first, like his brother, he wanted to build himself a house out of straw. But then I decided that it would be very cold in such a house in winter. The house will be stronger and warmer if it is built from branches and thin rods.
    So he did.

    He drove stakes into the ground, intertwined them with twigs, piled dry leaves on the roof, and by evening the house was ready.
    Nuf-Nuf proudly walked around him several times and sang:

    I have a good house
    New house, strong house,
    I'm not afraid of rain and thunder,
    Rain and thunder, rain and thunder!

    Before he had time to finish the song, Nif-Nif ran out from behind a bush.
    - Well, your house is ready! - Nif-Nif said to his brother. - I told you that we would quickly deal with this matter! Now we are free and can do whatever we want!
    - Let's go to Naf-Naf and see what kind of house he built for himself! - said Nuf-Nuf. - We haven’t seen him for a long time!
    - Let's go see! - Nif-Nif agreed.

    And both brothers, very pleased that they no longer had to worry about anything, disappeared behind the bushes.
    Naf-Naf has been busy with construction for several days now. He collected stones, mixed clay and now slowly built himself a reliable, durable house in which he could shelter from wind, rain and frost.
    He made a heavy oak door in the house with a bolt so that the wolf from the neighboring forest could not get into it.
    Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf found their brother at work.

    What are you building? - the surprised Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf shouted in one voice. - What is this, a house for a pig or a fortress?
    - A pig's house should be a fortress! - Naf-Naf calmly answered them, continuing to work.
    -Are you going to fight with someone? - Nif-Nif grunted cheerfully and winked at Nuf-Nuf.
    And both brothers were so amused that their squeals and grunts were heard far across the lawn.
    And Naf-Naf, as if nothing had happened, continued to put stone wall his home, humming a song under his breath:

    Of course, I'm smarter than everyone else
    Smarter than everyone, smarter than everyone!
    I'm building a house out of stones,
    From stones, from stones!
    No animal in the world,
    A cunning beast, a terrible beast,
    Won't burst through this door
    Through this door, through this door!

    What animal is he talking about? - Nif-Nif asked Nuf-Nuf.
    - What animal are you talking about? - Nuf-Nuf asked Naf-Naf.
    - I'm talking about the wolf! - Naf-Naf answered and laid another stone.
    - Look how afraid he is of the wolf! - said Nif-Nif.
    - He is afraid that he will be eaten! - added Nuf-Nuf.
    And the brothers became even more cheerful.
    - What kind of wolves could there be here? - said Nif-Nif.
    - There are no wolves! He's just a coward! - added Nuf-Nuf.
    And they both began to dance and sing:

    We are not afraid Gray wolf,
    Gray wolf, gray wolf!
    Where do you go, stupid wolf,
    Old wolf, dire wolf?

    They wanted to tease Naf-Naf, but he didn’t even turn around.
    “Let’s go, Nuf-Nuf,” Nif-Nif said then. - We have nothing to do here!

    And two brave brothers went for a walk. On the way they sang and danced, and when they entered the forest, they made so much noise that they woke up a wolf who was sleeping under a pine tree.


    THREE PIGLETS

    Once upon a time there were three little pigs in the world. Three brothers. They are all the same height, round, pink, with the same cheerful tails. Even their names were similar. The piglets' names were Nif-Nif, Nuf-Nuf and Naf-Naf.

    All summer, the piglets tumbled in the green grass, basked in the sun, and basked in puddles. But then autumn came.

    It’s time for us to think about winter,” Naf-Naf once said to his brothers, waking up early in the morning. - I'm shaking all over from the cold. Let's build a house and spend the winter together under one warm roof.

    But his brothers did not want to take the job.

    There will be time! Winter is still a long way off. “We’ll take another walk,” said Nif-Nif and somersaulted over his head.

    When necessary, I will build myself a house,” said Nuf-Nuf and lay down in a puddle.

    Well, as you wish. Then I will build my own house alone,” said Naf-Naf.

    Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf were in no hurry. All they did was play their pig games, jumping and tumbling.

    “Today we’ll take another walk,” they said, “and tomorrow morning we’ll get down to business.”

    But the next day they said the same thing.

    Every day it became colder and colder. And only when a large puddle near the road began to be covered with a thin crust of ice in the morning, the lazy brothers finally got to work.

    Nif-Nif decided that it would be easier and more likely to make a house out of straw. Without consulting anyone, he did just that. By evening his hut was ready. Nif-Nif put the last straw on the roof and, very pleased with his house, sang cheerfully:

    At least you'll go around half the world,

    You'll go around, you'll go around,

    You won't find a better home

    You won't find it, you won't find it!

    Humming this song, he headed towards Nuf-Nuf.

    Nuf-Nuf was also building a house for himself not far away. He tried to quickly end this boring and uninteresting matter. At first, like his brother, he wanted to build himself a house out of straw. But then I decided that it would be very cold in such a house in winter. The house will be stronger and warmer if it is built from branches and thin rods. So he did. He drove stakes into the ground, intertwined them with twigs, piled dry leaves on the roof, and by evening the house was ready. Nuf-Nuf proudly walked around him several times and sang:

    I have a good house

    A new home, a lasting home,

    I'm not afraid of rain and thunder,

    Rain and thunder, rain and thunder!

    Before he had time to finish the song, Nif-Nif ran out from behind a bush.

    Well, your house is ready! - Nif-Nif said to his brother. - I told you that we would quickly deal with this matter! Now we are free and can do whatever we want!

    Let's go to Naf-Naf and see what kind of house he built for himself! - said Nuf-Nuf. - We haven’t seen him for a long time!

    Let's go see! - Nif-Nif agreed.

    Naf-Naf has been busy with construction for several days now. He collected stones, mixed clay and now slowly built himself a reliable, durable house in which he could shelter from wind, rain and frost. He made a heavy oak door in the house with a bolt so that the wolf from the neighboring forest could not get into it.

    Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf found their brother at work.

    A pig's house should be a fortress! - Naf-Naf calmly answered them, continuing to work.

    Are you going to fight with someone? - Nif-Nif grunted cheerfully and winked at Nuf-Nuf. And both brothers were so amused that their squeals and grunts were heard far across the lawn. And Naf-Naf, as if nothing had happened, continued to lay the stone wall of his house, humming a song under his breath:

    No animal in the world,

    Won't break through that door

    He won't break through that door!

    Of course, I'm smarter than everyone else

    Smarter than everyone, smarter than everyone!

    I'm building a house out of stones,

    From stones, from stones!

    What animal is he talking about? - Nif-Nif asked Nuf-Nuf.

    What animal are you talking about? - Nuf-Nuf asked Naf-Naf.

    I'm talking about the wolf! - Naf-Naf answered and laid another stone.

    Look how afraid he is of the wolf! - said Nif-Nif.

    What kind of wolves could there be here? - said Nif-Nif.

    And they both began to dance and sing:

    We are not afraid of the gray wolf,

    Gray wolf, gray wolf!

    Where do you go, stupid wolf,

    Old wolf, dire wolf?

    They wanted to tease Naf-Naf, but he didn’t even turn around.

    Let’s go, Nuf-Nuf,” Nif-Nif said then.

    We have nothing to do here!

    And two brave brothers went for a walk. On the way they sang and danced, and when they entered the forest, they made so much noise that they woke up a wolf who was sleeping under a pine tree.

    What's that noise? - the angry and hungry wolf grumbled dissatisfiedly and galloped to the place where the squeals and grunts of two small, stupid piglets were coming from.

    Well, what kind of wolves can there be here! - Nif-Nif, who saw wolves only in pictures, said at this time.

    If we grab him by the nose, he'll know! - added Nuf-Nuf, who had also never seen a live wolf.

    We'll knock you down, tie you up, and even kick you like that, like that! – Nif-Nif boasted.

    And suddenly they saw a real live wolf! He stood for big tree, and he had such a scary look, such evil eyes and such a toothy mouth that a chill ran down Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf’s backs and their thin tails began to tremble ever so slightly. The poor piglets couldn't even move from fear.

    The wolf prepared to jump, clicked his teeth, blinked his right eye, but the piglets suddenly came to their senses and, squealing throughout the forest, ran away. Never before have they had to run so fast!

    Shining their heels and raising clouds of dust, they each rushed to their home.

    Nif-Nif was the first to reach his thatched hut and barely managed to slam the door in front of the wolf’s very nose.

    Now unlock the door! - the wolf growled. - Otherwise I’ll break it!

    The breathing of a terrible beast could be heard behind the door.

    Now unlock the door! - the wolf growled again. - Otherwise I’ll blow it so hard that your whole house will fall apart!

    But Nif-Nif, out of fear, could no longer answer.

    Then the wolf began to blow: “F-f-f-f-u-u-u!” Straws flew from the roof of the house, the walls of the house shook. The wolf took another deep breath and blew a second time: “F-f-f-f-f-u-u-u!” When the wolf blew for the third time, the house was scattered in all directions, as if a hurricane had hit it. The wolf clicked his teeth right in front of the little piglet’s snout, but Nif-Nif deftly dodged and started to run. A minute later he was already at Nuf-Nuf's door.

    The brothers barely had time to lock themselves in when they heard the voice of a wolf:

    Well, now I'll eat you both!

    Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf looked at each other in fear. But the wolf was very tired and therefore decided to use a trick.

    I changed my mind! - he said so loudly that everyone in the house could hear him. – I won’t eat these skinny piglets! I'll go home!

    You heard? - Nif-Nif asked Nuf-Nuf. - He said he won’t eat us! We are skinny!

    This is very good! - said Nuf-Nuf and immediately stopped shaking.

    The brothers felt happy, and they sang as if nothing had happened:

    We are not afraid of the gray wolf,

    Gray wolf, gray wolf!

    Where do you go, stupid wolf,

    Old wolf, dire wolf?

    But the wolf didn’t even think about leaving. He simply stepped aside and hid. He could hardly contain himself not to laugh.

    How cleverly I deceived two stupid little pigs!

    When the piglets had completely calmed down, the wolf took the sheep's skin and carefully crept up to the house. At the door he covered himself with the skin and knocked quietly.

    Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf were very scared.

    Who's there? - they asked, and their tails began to shake again.

    It's me, poor little sheep! - the wolf squeaked in a thin, alien voice. - Let me spend the night, I have strayed from the herd and am very, very tired!

    You can let the sheep go! - Nuf-Nuf agreed. - A sheep is not a wolf!

    But when the piglets opened the door, they saw not a sheep, but the same toothy wolf. The brothers slammed the door and leaned on it with all their might so that the terrible beast could not break into them.

    The wolf became very angry. He couldn't outsmart the piglets! He threw off his sheep's clothing and growled:

    Well, wait a minute! There will be nothing left of this house now!

    And he began to blow. The house is a little askew. The wolf blew a second, then a third, then a fourth time. Leaves were flying from the roof, the walls were shaking, but the house was still standing. And only when the wolf blew for the fifth time did the house shake and fall apart. Only the door stood for some time in the midst of the ruins. The piglets began to run away in horror. Their legs were paralyzed from fear, every bristle trembled, their noses were dry. The brothers rushed to Naf-Naf's house.

    The wolf overtook them with huge leaps. Once he almost grabbed Nif-Nif by the back leg, but he pulled it back in time and increased his pace.

    The wolf also pushed. He was sure that this time the piglets would not run away from him. But he was unlucky again. The piglets quickly rushed past a large apple tree without even touching it. But the wolf did not have time to turn and ran into an apple tree, which showered him with apples. One hard apple hit him between the eyes. A large lump appeared on the wolf's forehead.


    And Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf, neither alive nor dead, ran up to Naf-Naf’s house at that time. The brother let them into the house and quickly bolted the door. The poor piglets were so scared that they couldn't say anything. They silently rushed under the bed and hid there.

    Naf-Naf immediately guessed that a wolf was chasing them. But he had nothing to fear in his stone house. He quickly bolted the door, sat down on a stool and sang:

    No animal in the world,

    A cunning beast, a terrible beast,

    Won't open this door

    This door, this door!

    But just then there was a knock on the door.

    Open without talking! - the wolf’s rough voice rang out.

    No matter how it is! And we won’t think about it! - Naf-Naf answered in a firm voice.

    Ah well! Well, hang in there! Now I'll eat all three!

    Try! - Naf-Naf answered from behind the door, without even getting up from his stool. He knew that he and his brothers had nothing to fear in the strong stone house. Then the wolf sucked in more air and blew as hard as he could! But no matter how much he blew, not even the smallest stone moved. The wolf turned blue from exertion. The house stood like a fortress. Then the wolf began to shake the door. But the door didn’t budge either. Out of anger, the wolf began to scratch the walls of the house with his claws and gnaw the stones from which they were made, but he only broke off his claws and ruined his teeth. The hungry and angry wolf had no choice but to go home.

    But then he raised his head and suddenly noticed a large, wide pipe on the roof.

    Yeah! It’s through this pipe that I’ll get into the house! - the wolf was happy.

    He carefully climbed onto the roof and listened. The house was quiet. I’ll still eat some fresh pig today! - thought the wolf and, licking his lips, climbed into the pipe.

    But as soon as he began to go down the pipe, the piglets heard a rustling sound. And when soot began to fall on the roof of the boiler, the smart Naf-Naf immediately guessed what was happening. He quickly rushed to the cauldron, in which water was boiling on the fire, and tore off the lid.

    Welcome! - Naf-Naf said and winked at his brothers.

    The piglets didn't have to wait long. Black as a chimney sweep, the wolf plopped straight into the cauldron. His eyes popped out of his head and all his fur stood on end. With a wild roar, the scalded wolf flew back onto the roof, rolled down it to the ground, somersaulted over his head four times, and rushed into the forest.

    And the three brothers, three little pigs, looked after him and were glad that they had so cleverly taught the evil robber a lesson.

    No animal in the world,

    Won't open this door

    A cunning, terrible, terrible beast,

    This door won't open!

    At least you'll go around half the world,

    You'll go around, you'll go around,

    You won't find a better home

    You won't find it, you won't find it!

    Never a wolf from the forest

    Never ever

    Will not return to us here,

    To us here, to us here!

    From then on, the brothers began to live together, under one roof.


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    • #1

      I feel sorry for the wolf :(

    • #2

      It’s not the wolf’s fault, but they angered the 2 little pigs and they didn’t build the house, but naf-naf built it for himself.

    • #3

      Very interesting tale!!!

      CLASS���☺️�

    • #4

      How are things at home

    • #5

      The illustrations are divine. From a book from my childhood. They don't draw like that anymore. Modern illustrations are just psychosis

    • #6

      poor piglets
      and the wolf�

    • #7

      Now it will hurt!

    • #8

      Pictures from a book from the 50s, I was filled with nostalgia!

    • #9

      I also had such a book. I remembered my childhood. Thank you.

    • #10

      colorful pictures

    • #11

      I thoroughly enjoyed reading it! A fairy tale from my childhood! WITH beautiful pictures understandable, not like they are making up all sorts of nonsense now! I would like to print it

    • #12

      I'm glad I'm 7 years old.

    • #13
    • #14

      Very good story... who is for a healthy lifestyle?

    • #15

      Why is the artist’s name not indicated?!!
      Illustrator: Konstantin Rotov.

    • #16

      I read it with pleasure. I remembered my childhood. Thank you very much

    • #17

      I read a very useful and interesting fairy tale to the class, my daughters really liked it and they quickly fell asleep within 5-10 minutes, thank you for the fairy tale

    • #18

      Thank you for the fairy tale, I read it to my daughter and she fell asleep very quickly, thank you

    • #19

      good house and I feel sorry for the wolf

    • #20

      Zzzzzzzzz66999 excellent

    • #21

      Thanks for the tale with beautiful, old-school illustrations. A very cool fairy tale, one of my favorites - especially with these illustrations!)

    • #22

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      The Three Little Pigs (fairy tale)

      Once upon a time there were three little pigs in the world. Three brothers.
      All of the same height, round, pink, with the same cheerful tails. Even their names were similar. The piglets' names were Nif-Nif, Nuf-Nuf and Naf-Naf.

      All summer they tumbled in the green grass, basked in the sun, and basked in puddles.
      But then autumn came.
      The sun was no longer so hot, gray clouds stretched over the yellowed forest.

      It’s time for us to think about winter,” Naf-Naf once said to his brothers, waking up early in the morning. - I'm shaking all over from the cold. We might catch a cold. Let's build a house and spend the winter together under one warm roof.
      But his brothers did not want to take the job. It is much more pleasant to walk and jump in the meadow on the last warm days than to dig the ground and carry heavy stones.
      - It will be in time! Winter is still far away. “We’ll take a walk,” said Nif-Nif and somersaulted over his head.
      “When necessary, I will build myself a house,” said Nuf-Nuf and lay down in a puddle.
      “Me too,” added Nif-Nif.
      - Well, as you wish. Then I will build my own house alone,” said Naf-Naf. - I won't wait for you.
      Every day it became colder and colder. But Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf were in no hurry. They didn't even want to think about work. They idle from morning to evening. All they did was play their pig games, jumping and tumbling.
      “Today we’ll take another walk,” they said, “and tomorrow morning we’ll get down to business.”
      But the next day they said the same thing.
      And only when a large puddle near the road began to be covered with a thin crust of ice in the morning, the lazy brothers finally got to work.

      Nif-Nif decided that it would be easier and more likely to make a house out of straw. Without consulting anyone, he did just that. By evening his hut was ready.
      Nif-Nif put the last straw on the roof and, very pleased with his house, sang cheerfully:
      At least you'll go around half the world,
      You'll go around, you'll go around,
      You won't find a better home
      You won't find it, you won't find it!
      Humming this song, he headed towards Nuf-Nuf.
      Nuf-Nuf was also building a house for himself not far away. He tried to quickly end this boring and uninteresting matter. At first, like his brother, he wanted to build himself a house out of straw. But then I decided that it would be very cold in such a house in winter. The house will be stronger and warmer if it is built from branches and thin rods.
      So he did.

      He drove stakes into the ground, intertwined them with twigs, piled dry leaves on the roof, and by evening the house was ready.
      Nuf-Nuf proudly walked around him several times and sang:
      I have a good house
      A new home, a lasting home,
      I'm not afraid of rain and thunder,
      Rain and thunder, rain and thunder!
      Before he had time to finish the song, Nif-Nif ran out from behind a bush.
      - Well, your house is ready! - Nif-Nif said to his brother. - I told you that we would quickly deal with this matter! Now we are free and can do whatever we want!
      - Let's go to Naf-Naf and see what kind of house he built for himself! - said Nuf-Nuf. - We haven’t seen him for a long time!
      - Let's go see! - Nif-Nif agreed.

      And both brothers, very pleased that they no longer had to worry about anything, disappeared behind the bushes.
      Naf-Naf has been busy with construction for several days now. He collected stones, mixed clay and now slowly built himself a reliable, durable house in which he could shelter from wind, rain and frost.
      He made a heavy oak door in the house with a bolt so that the wolf from the neighboring forest could not get into it.
      Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf found their brother at work.

      What are you building? - the surprised Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf shouted in one voice. - What is this, a house for a pig or a fortress?
      - A pig's house should be a fortress! - Naf-Naf calmly answered them, continuing to work.
      -Are you going to fight with someone? - Nif-Nif grunted cheerfully and winked at Nuf-Nuf.
      And both brothers were so amused that their squeals and grunts were heard far across the lawn.
      And Naf-Naf, as if nothing had happened, continued to lay the stone wall of his house, humming a song under his breath:
      Of course, I'm smarter than everyone else
      Smarter than everyone, smarter than everyone!
      I'm building a house out of stones,
      From stones, from stones!
      No animal in the world,
      A cunning beast, a terrible beast,
      Won't burst through this door
      Through this door, through this door!
      - What animal is he talking about? - Nif-Nif asked Nuf-Nuf.
      - What animal are you talking about? - Nuf-Nuf asked Naf-Naf.
      - I'm talking about the wolf! - Naf-Naf answered and laid another stone.
      - Look how afraid he is of the wolf! - said Nif-Nif.
      - He is afraid that he will be eaten! - added Nuf-Nuf.
      And the brothers became even more cheerful.
      - What kind of wolves could there be here? - said Nif-Nif.
      - There are no wolves! He's just a coward! - added Nuf-Nuf.
      And they both began to dance and sing:
      We are not afraid of the gray wolf,
      Gray wolf, gray wolf!
      Where do you go, stupid wolf,
      Old wolf, dire wolf?

      Well, there were three little pigs in the world. Three brothers. All of the same height, round, pink, with the same cheerful tails.
      Even their names were similar. The piglets' names were Nif-Nif, Nuf-Nuf and Naf-Naf.
      All summer the piglets tumbled in the green grass, basked in the sun, and basked in puddles.
      But then autumn came. The sun was no longer so hot, gray clouds stretched over the yellowed forest.
      “It’s time for us to think about winter,” Naf-Naf once said to his brothers, waking up early in the morning. - I'm shaking all over from the cold. We might catch a cold. Let's build a house and spend the winter together under one warm roof.
      But his brothers did not want to take the job. It is much more pleasant to walk and jump in the meadow on the last warm days than to dig the ground and carry heavy stones.
      - It will be in time! Winter is still far away. “We’ll take a walk,” said Nif-Nif and somersaulted over his head.
      “When necessary, I will build myself a house,” said Nuf-Nuf and lay down in a puddle.
      “Me too,” added Nif-Nif.
      - Well, as you wish. Then I will build my own house alone,” said Naf-Naf. - I won't wait for you.
      Every day it became colder and colder. Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf were in no hurry. All they did was play their pig games, jumping and tumbling.
      “Today we’ll take another walk,” they said, “and tomorrow morning we’ll get down to business.”
      But the next day they said the same thing.
      Every day it became colder and colder. And only when a large puddle near the road began to be covered with a thin crust of ice in the morning, the lazy brothers finally got to work.
      Nif-Nif decided that it would be easier and more likely to make a house out of straw. Without consulting anyone, he did just that. By evening his hut was ready.
      Nif-Nif put the last straw on the roof and, very pleased with his house, sang cheerfully:

      At least you'll go around half the world,
      You'll go around, you'll go around,
      You won't find a better home
      You won't find it, you won't find it!

      Humming this song, he headed towards Nuf-Nuf.
      Nuf-Nuf was also building a house for himself not far away.
      He tried to quickly end this boring and uninteresting matter. At first, like his brother, he wanted to build himself a house out of straw. But then I decided that it would be very cold in such a house in winter. The house will be stronger and warmer if it is built from branches and thin rods.
      So he did.
      He drove stakes into the ground, intertwined them with twigs, piled dry leaves on the roof, and by evening the house was ready. Nuf-Nuf proudly walked around him several times and sang:

      I have a good house
      A new home, a lasting home,
      I'm not afraid of rain and thunder,
      Rain and thunder, rain and thunder!

      Before he had time to finish the song, Nif-Nif ran out from behind a bush.
      - Well, your house is ready! - Nif-Nif said to his brother. - I told you that we would quickly deal with this matter! Now we are free and can do whatever we want!
      - Let's go to Naf-Naf and see what kind of house he built for himself! - said Nuf-Nuf. - We haven’t seen him for a long time!
      - Let's go see! - Nif-Nif agreed.
      And both brothers, very happy that they didn’t have to worry about anything else, disappeared behind the bushes.
      Naf-Naf has been busy with construction for several days now. He collected stones, mixed clay and now slowly built himself a reliable, durable house in which he could shelter from wind, rain and frost.
      He made a heavy oak door in the house with a bolt so that the wolf from the neighboring forest could not get into it.
      Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf found their brother at work.
      - What are you building? - the surprised Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf shouted in one voice.
      - What is this, a house for a pig or a fortress?
      - A pig's house should be a fortress! - Naf-Naf calmly answered them, continuing to work.
      -Are you going to fight with someone? - Nif-Nif grunted cheerfully and winked at Nuf-Nuf.
      And both brothers were so amused that their squeals and grunts were heard far across the lawn.
      And Naf-Naf, as if nothing had happened, continued to lay the stone wall of his house, humming a song under his breath:

      No animal in the world,
      Won't break through that door

      He won't break through that door!

      Of course, I'm smarter than everyone else
      Smarter than everyone, smarter than everyone!
      I'm building a house out of stones,
      From stones, from stones!

      What animal is he talking about? - Nif-Nif asked Nuf-Nuf.
      - What animal are you talking about? - Nuf-Nuf asked Naf-Naf.
      - I'm talking about the wolf! - Naf-Naf answered and laid another stone.
      - Look how afraid he is of the wolf! - said Nif-Nif.
      - What kind of wolves could there be here? - said Nif-Nif.
      - There are no wolves! He's just a coward! - added Nuf-Nuf.
      And they both began to dance and sing:

      We are not afraid of the gray wolf,
      Gray wolf, gray wolf!
      Where do you go, stupid wolf,
      Old wolf, dire wolf?

      They wanted to tease Naf-Naf, but he didn’t even turn around.
      “Let’s go, Nuf-Nuf,” Nif-Nif said then. - We have nothing to do here!
      And two brave brothers went for a walk. On the way they sang and danced, and when they entered the forest, they made so much noise that they woke up a wolf who was sleeping under a pine tree.
      - What's that noise? - the angry and hungry wolf grumbled dissatisfiedly and galloped to the place where the squeals and grunts of two small, stupid piglets were coming from.
      - Well, what kind of wolves can there be here! - Nif-Nif, who saw wolves only in pictures, said at this time.
      - If we grab him by the nose, he’ll know! - added Nuf-Nuf, who had also never seen a live wolf.
      “We’ll knock you down, tie you up, and kick you like that, like that!” - Nif-Nif boasted.
      And suddenly they saw a real live wolf!
      He stood behind a large tree, and he had such a terrible look, such evil eyes and such a toothy mouth that Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf had a chill run down their backs and their thin tails began to tremble little and little. The poor piglets couldn't even move from fear.
      The wolf prepared to jump, clicked his teeth, blinked his right eye, but the piglets suddenly came to their senses and, squealing throughout the forest, ran away. Never before have they had to run so fast! Shining their heels and raising clouds of dust, they each rushed to their home.
      Nif-Nif was the first to reach his thatched hut and barely managed to slam the door in front of the wolf’s very nose.
      - Now unlock the door! - the wolf growled. - Otherwise I’ll break it!
      “No,” Nif-Nif grunted, “I won’t unlock it!”
      The breathing of a terrible beast could be heard behind the door.
      - Now unlock the door! - the wolf growled again. - Otherwise I’ll blow it so hard that your whole house will fall apart!
      But Nif-Nif, out of fear, could no longer answer. Then the wolf began to blow: “F-f-f-f-u-u-u.”
      Straws flew from the roof of the house, the walls of the house shook.
      The wolf took another deep breath and blew a second time: “F-f-f-f-u-u-u.”
      When the wolf blew for the third time, the house was scattered in all directions, as if a hurricane had hit it. The wolf snapped his teeth right in front of the little piglet’s snout, but Nif-Nif deftly dodged and started running. A minute later he was already at Nuf-Nuf's door.
      The brothers barely had time to lock themselves in when they heard the voice of a wolf:
      - Well, now I'll eat you both!
      Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf looked at each other in fear. But the wolf was very tired and therefore decided to use a trick.
      - I changed my mind! - he said so loudly that everyone in the house could hear him. - I won't eat these skinny piglets! I'll go home!
      - You heard? - Nif-Nif asked Nuf-Nuf. - He said he won’t eat us! We are skinny!
      - This is very good! - said Nuf-Nuf and immediately stopped shaking.
      The brothers felt happy, and they sang as if nothing had happened:

      We are not afraid of the gray wolf,
      Gray wolf, gray wolf!
      Where do you go, stupid wolf,
      Old wolf, dire wolf?

      But the wolf didn’t even think about leaving. He simply stepped aside and hid. He could hardly contain himself not to laugh. How cleverly I deceived two stupid little pigs!
      When the piglets had completely calmed down, the wolf took the sheep's skin and carefully crept up to the house. At the door he covered himself with the skin and knocked quietly.
      Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf were very scared.
      - Who's there? - they asked, and their tails began to shake again.
      - It's me, poor little sheep! - the wolf squeaked in a thin, alien voice. - Let me spend the night, I have strayed from the herd and am very, very tired!
      - You can let the sheep go! - Nuf-Nuf agreed. - A sheep is not a wolf!
      But when the piglets opened the door, they saw not a sheep, but the same toothy wolf. The brothers slammed the door and leaned on it with all their might so that the terrible beast could not break into them.
      The wolf became very angry. He couldn't outsmart the piglets! He threw off his sheep's clothing and growled:
      - Well, wait a minute! There will be nothing left of this house now!
      And he began to blow. The house is a little askew. The wolf blew a second, then a third, then a fourth time.
      Leaves were flying from the roof, the walls were shaking, but the house was still standing.
      And only when the wolf blew for the fifth time did the house shake and fall apart. Only the door stood for some time in the midst of the ruins.
      The piglets began to run away in horror. Their legs were paralyzed from fear, every bristle trembled, their noses were dry. The brothers rushed to Naf-Naf's house.
      The wolf overtook them with huge leaps. Once he almost grabbed Nif-Nif by the back leg, but he pulled it back in time and increased his pace.
      The wolf also pushed. He was sure that this time the piglets would not run away from him.
      But he was unlucky again.
      The piglets quickly rushed past a large apple tree without even touching it. But the wolf did not have time to turn and ran into an apple tree, which showered him with apples. One hard apple hit him between the eyes. A large lump appeared on the wolf's forehead.
      And Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf, neither alive nor dead, ran up to Naf-Naf’s house at that time.
      The brother let them into the house and quickly bolted the door. The poor piglets were so scared that they couldn't say anything.
      They silently rushed under the bed and hid there. Naf-Naf immediately guessed that a wolf was chasing them. But he had nothing to fear in his stone house. He quickly bolted the door, sat down on a stool and sang:

      No animal in the world,
      A cunning beast, a terrible beast,
      Won't open this door
      This door, this door!

      But just then there was a knock on the door.
      - Open without talking! - the wolf’s rough voice rang out.
      - No matter how it is! And we won’t think about it! - Naf-Naf answered in a firm voice.
      - Ah well! Well, hang in there! Now I'll eat all three!
      - Try! - Naf-Naf answered from behind the door, without even getting up from his stool. He knew that he and his brothers had nothing to fear in the strong stone house.
      Then the wolf sucked in more air and blew as hard as he could! But no matter how much he blew, not even the smallest stone moved.
      The wolf turned blue from exertion.
      The house stood like a fortress. Then the wolf began to shake the door. But the door didn’t budge either.
      Out of anger, the wolf began to scratch the walls of the house with his claws and gnaw the stones from which they were made, but he only broke off his claws and ruined his teeth. The hungry and angry wolf had no choice but to go home.
      But then he raised his head and suddenly noticed a large, wide pipe on the roof.
      - Yeah! It’s through this pipe that I’ll get into the house! - the wolf was happy.
      He carefully climbed onto the roof and listened. The house was quiet.
      “I’ll still eat some fresh pig today!” - thought the wolf and, licking his lips, climbed into the pipe.
      But as soon as he began to go down the pipe, the piglets heard a rustling sound.
      And when soot began to fall on the roof of the boiler, the smart Naf-Naf immediately guessed what was happening.
      He quickly rushed to the cauldron, in which water was boiling on the fire, and tore off the lid.
      - Welcome! - Naf-Naf said and winked at his brothers.
      - The piglets didn’t have to wait long. Black as a chimney sweep, the wolf plopped straight into the cauldron.
      He had never been in so much pain!
      His eyes popped out of his head and all his fur stood on end.
      With a wild roar, the scalded wolf flew back onto the roof, rolled down it to the ground, somersaulted over his head four times, and rushed into the forest.
      And the three brothers, three little pigs, looked after him and were glad that they had so cleverly taught the evil robber a lesson.

      No animal in the world,
      Won't open this door
      A cunning, terrible, terrible beast,
      This door won't open!

      At least you'll go around half the world,
      You'll go around, you'll go around,
      You won't find a better home
      You won't find it, you won't find it!

      Never a wolf from the forest
      Never ever
      Will not return to us here,
      To us here, to us here!

      From then on, the brothers began to live together, under one roof.
      That's all we know about the three little pigs - Nif-Nif, Nuf-Nuf and Naf-Naf.