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Shoes

A long time ago there lived an old man in the world, and he had a son. They lived poorly, in a small old house. The time has come for the old man to die. He called his son and said to him:
“I have nothing to leave you as an inheritance, son, except my shoes.” Wherever you go, always take them with you, they will come in handy.
The father died, and the horseman was left alone. He was fifteen or sixteen years old.
He decided to go around the world to seek happiness. Before leaving home, he remembered his father’s words and put his shoes in his bag, and he went barefoot.

Whether he walked for a long time or for a short time, his legs were just tired. “Wait a minute,” he thinks, “shouldn’t I put on some shoes?” I put on my shoes and the fatigue disappeared. The shoes themselves walk along the road, and they also play cheerful music. Dzhigit goes, rejoices, dances and sings songs.
One person came towards him. That man envied how easily and cheerfully the horseman walked. “It’s probably the shoes,” he thinks. “I’ll ask him to sell me these shoes.”
When they both stopped to rest, that man said:
“Sell me these shoes, I’ll give you a bag of gold for them.”
“He’s coming,” said the horseman and sold him the shoes.
As soon as the man put on his shoes, his feet suddenly began to run. He would be glad to stop, but his legs won’t obey. With great difficulty he grabbed hold of some bush, quickly threw his shoes off his feet and said to himself: “This is not clean, the shoes turned out to be enchanted. We must save ourselves quickly.”
He ran back to the horseman, who had not yet managed to leave, and shouted:
- Take your shoes, they are enchanted. He threw his shoes at him and ran away - only his heels
sparkled.
And the horseman shouts after him:
- Wait, you forgot to take your gold. But he heard nothing out of fear. The horseman put on his horseman's shoes and, with music, songs, and jokes, made his way to one city. He went into small house, where an old woman lived, and asks:
- How are things going in your city, grandma?
“It’s bad,” the old woman answers. “Our khan’s son died.” Fifteen years have passed since then, but the whole city is in deep mourning, you can neither laugh nor sing. The khan himself does not want to talk to anyone, and no one can cheer him up.
“This is not the point,” says the horseman, “we must cheer up the khan, dispel his sadness.” I'll go see him.
“Try it, son,” says the old woman, “just so that the Khan’s vizier doesn’t drive you out of the city.”
Our horseman walked down the street to the Khan's palace. He walks, dances, sings songs, his shoes play cheerful music. People look at him and are surprised: “Where did such a merry fellow come from?”
He approaches the royal palace and sees: a vizier on horseback, with a sword in his hand, blocked his way.
But it must be said that the vizier was waiting for the khan to die of melancholy and sadness. He wanted to take his place and marry his daughter.
The vizier attacked the horseman:
“Don’t you know that our city is in mourning?” Why are you disturbing people, walking around the city singing? - And drove him out of the city.

A horseman sits on a stone and thinks: “It’s not a big deal that the vizier drove me away. I’ll try to go to the khan again, to dispel his sadness and melancholy.”
Again he went to the city with music, songs, jokes and jokes. The vizier saw him again and drove him away. Again the horseman sat down on a stone and said to himself: “After all, it was not the khan himself who drove me away, but the vizier. I need to see the khan himself.”
For the third time he went to the khan. With music, songs, and jokes, he approaches the gates of the Khan's palace. This time he was lucky. Khan was sitting on the porch and, hearing the noise, asked the guards what was going on outside the gate. “He walks here alone,” they answer him, “he sings songs, dances, jokes, makes people laugh.”
The khan invited him to his palace.
Then he ordered all the townspeople to gather in the square and said to them:
“You can’t live like this anymore.” We'll stop being sad and grieving.
Then the vizier came forward and said:
- This boy is a rogue and a swindler! He needs to be driven out of the city. He doesn’t dance himself, and he doesn’t play the music either. It's all about his shoes, they're magical.
Khan answers him:
- If so, then put on your shoes and dance something for us.
The vizier put on his shoes and wanted to dance, but that was not the case. He just lifts his leg, but the other one seems to grow to the ground, you can’t tear it off. The people laughed at the vizier, and the khan drove him away in shame.
And the khan kept the horseman who had amused him and gave him his daughter in marriage. When the khan died, the people chose him as their ruler.

Poor man and two bei

Once upon a time, a poor man had to go to long journey along with two greedy bays. They drove and drove and reached the inn. We stopped at an inn and cooked porridge for dinner. When the porridge was ripe, we sat down to dinner. We put the porridge on a dish, pressed a hole in the middle, and poured oil into the hole.

He who wants to be fair must follow the straight path. Like this! - said the first bye and ran the spoon over the porridge from top to bottom; oil flowed from the hole towards him.
- But in my opinion, life is changing every day, and the time is approaching when everything will get mixed up like this!
The bays never managed to deceive the poor man.
By the evening next day they stopped at the inn again. And they had
One roast goose left for three. Before going to bed, they agreed that the goose in the morning would go to the one who saw it at night. best sleep.
They woke up in the morning, and each began to tell his dream.
“I had a dream,” said the first bai, “I dressed up in a green chapan, a white turban and went to the mosque (chapan here: the rich outer clothing of a mullah.)
“And I dreamed that I turned into a swan and flew somewhere,” said the second buy.
It was the poor man's turn to tell his dream.
“I saw in a dream,” he said, “how one of you dressed up in a green chapan and a white turban and went to the mosque.”
- I saw how the second one turned into a swan and flew away. I was scared, I thought: if the goose had spoiled, I took it and ate it!

The Wolf and the Tailor

A tailor was walking along the road. A hungry wolf comes towards him. The wolf approached the tailor and clanked his teeth. The tailor says to him:
- Oh wolf! I see you want to eat me. Well, I don’t dare resist your desire. Just let me first measure you both in length and width to find out if I will fit in your stomach.
The wolf agreed, although he was impatient: he wanted to eat the tailor as soon as possible.
The tailor took an iron yardstick out of the bag, grabbed the wolf by the tail with one hand, and with the other began to hit him on the head with all his might with the yardstick, so hard that the wolf fell unconscious, and the tailor went on his way.
When the wolf woke up, he thought with annoyance:
“And why did I agree to take measurements! After all, I could have eaten the tailor more than once!”
So the hungry and stupid wolf thought, but it was already too late.

chisel

In a deep, deep forest there lived one shaitan. He was small in stature, even quite small, and quite hairy. But his arms were long, his fingers were long and his nails were long. He also had a special nose - also long, like a chisel, and strong, like iron. That's what his name was - Chisel. Whoever came to him in the urman (dense forest) alone, Chisel killed him in his sleep with his long nose.
One day a hunter came to Urman. When evening came, he lit a fire. He sees Chisel-Boss coming towards him.
- What do you want here? - asks the hunter.
“Warm up,” answers the shaitan.
- Well, warm yourself, don’t mind.
The hunter takes out a small cast iron, pours water into it, puts in the meat and prepares himself dinner. And the shaitan also has a small cast iron pot, he also puts it on the fire and cooks the meat. The hunter threatens him:
- I will give you!
And the shaitan answered:
- I'll give it to you myself!
OK. Then the hunter steps aside and makes himself a thin and tall hat from birch bark - a cap. And the shaitan also gets up and makes himself a hat out of birch bark, but smaller and lower.
The hunter approaches the fire and lights the hat at the top - while the top of the hat is burning. Shaitan imitates him and also lights his hat. But it is low, everything immediately flares up. The hair on the shaitan's head caught fire.
“Ai, ai,” he shouts, “why did you burn me?”
“You burned yourself,” the hunter answers.
The chisel began to run in pain. And the fire from the wind spread to his arms, back and chest.
- Help, save me! - he shouts to the hunter.
The hunter took pity on the shaitan, poured a pot of water on him and put out the fire. This is how he saved the shaitan. They ate, and let's sit by the fire. The hunter is afraid to fall asleep, he knows that Satan can kill him with his nose.
- Why are you sitting here?
“I’m warming myself,” answers Chisel. He warmed himself for a long time, but never left.
“Let’s go to sleep,” says the hunter.
They lay down different sides from the fire. Shaitan immediately fell asleep and began snoring. And at that time the hunter got up, took the rotten stumps and put them in the place where he slept. He covered them with his zipun, and he went away. And he sees that Shaitan got up, walked up to the zipun, and sat down on it. He grabbed a stump, thought it was a hunter’s head, and poked it with his nose. The nose went through a rotten stump and got stuck in the ground. Then the hunter jumped out and began to beat the shaitan until he broke free and ran away barely alive. And the hunter lay down and slept until the morning.

Zukhra - yoldyz

Once upon a time there lived a girl named Zukhra. She was pretty, smart, and had a reputation for being a great craftswoman. Everyone around her admired her skill, efficiency and respect. They also loved Zukhra because she was not proud of her beauty and hard work.

Zukhra lived with her father and stepmother, who envied her stepdaughter, scolded her for every trifle, and burdened the girl with the most difficult housework. In front of her father, the evil woman held her tongue, but as soon as he crossed the threshold, she began to harass adopted daughter. The stepmother sent Zukhra for firewood in the terrible dense forest, where there were many snakes and ferocious animals. But they never touched the kind and meek girl.

Zukhra worked from dawn to dusk, trying to do everything she was ordered, trying to please her father's wife. Where is it? The stepdaughter's humility and patience completely infuriated her stepmother.
And then one evening, when Zukhra was especially tired from incessant work, her stepmother ordered her to fetch water from the river into a bottomless vessel. Yes she threatened:
- If you don’t fill it to the brim before dawn, you won’t be able to set foot in the house!
Not daring to contradict, Zukhra took the buckets with the rocker and set off into the water. She was so tired during the day that her legs could barely carry her, her arms were taken away, and her shoulders bent even under the weight of empty buckets. On the shore, Zukhra decided to rest at least a little. She took the buckets off the yoke, straightened her shoulders, and looked around.
It was a wonderful night. The moon poured silvery rays onto the earth, and everything around basked in sweet peace, illuminated by its rays. The stars twinkled in the mirror of the water, connecting with their round dance in the heavenly ocean. Everything was full of mysterious captivating beauty, and for some moments Zukhra forgot, her sorrows and hardships went away. A fish splashed in the reeds, and a light wave rolled onto the shore. Memories of her sweet childhood came flooding back with her, as if the affectionate words of her beloved mother were heard again. And this made the unfortunate girl, who woke up from a moment of oblivion, even more bitter. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks, falling like large diamonds to the ground.
Sighing heavily, Zukhra filled the buckets, and the yoke fell with an unbearable weight on the girl’s shoulders. And the stone lay even heavier on my heart. Zukhra looked at the moon again - she still floated freely along the heavenly path, shining and beckoning. And so Zukhra wanted to forget herself again, like a heavenly wanderer, to know neither grief nor worries and give kindness and affection...
At this time, a star fell from the sky. And as she fell to the ground, it became lighter and lighter. Zukhra’s soul suddenly felt lighter, the heavy stone stopped pressing on the girl’s heart. A sweet languor overcame her, she felt joyful and at peace. Zukhra felt the buckets of water becoming almost weightless. Her eyes closed of their own accord. And when Zukhra opened her long eyelashes again, she saw herself on the Moon, which she had been peering at for so long. She was surrounded by a dance of many stars, one of which shone especially brightly.
It turns out that this star has always been watching Zukhra. She saw her suffering, which did not embitter the girl against evil stepmother. This same star embraced Zukhra with its rays and lifted her up, all the way to the Moon. No one on earth saw this, nothing disturbed her nightly peace. Only the surface of the river near the shore began to ripple and again became clear, like a mirror. And with the morning dawn both the Moon and the stars disappeared.
Zukhra's father came to the shore, searched for his daughter for a long time, called and called her beloved and beloved. But I saw only two buckets filled to the brim with water. And either it seemed to him, or it really was - as if it flared up and disappeared into clean water small clear star.
It got dark and clouded my father’s eyes. He touched the buckets with his hand - the water stirred, sparkled, and began to play. As if the buckets were not full of her, but with many precious diamonds...
If you look closely at the Moon on a clear night, you will see the silhouette of a girl with a rocker on her shoulders. And next to the Moon you will notice a brightly shining star. This is the very star that carried the good soul to heaven. It is called the star of Zukhra.

*Yoldyz - star

How the poor man divided the goose

Once upon a time, there lived a poor man in a village. Apart from one goose, he had no livestock or poultry. He worked for people and that’s how he lived. One day he ran out of flour and had nothing to bake bread with, so he decided to go to the rich man and ask for some flour. And so that the bai would not drive him away, he killed his only goose, fried it and took it to the bai as a gift.

Bai accepted the goose, but he just didn’t know how to share it among everyone, and said to the poor man:
- You brought the goose, you yourself and divided it fairly. If you divide well, I’ll give you flour, but if you can’t, I’ll send you away with nothing!
The poor man thought for a while, then cut off the head of the goose and gave it to the bai himself.
“You’re the head of the house—here’s a goose head for you,” he said.
Then he cut off the goose neck and gave it to the bai's wife.
“If the husband is the head, then the wife is the neck: where the neck turns, the head will look, so you get a gooseneck,” he said.
Then he cut off the goose’s wings and gave one wing each to the two bai’s daughters:
- You can’t live in this house forever, you’ll soon fly away from here.
And he gave two crow’s feet to the Bai’s sons and said:
- You must run fast and follow the orders of your parents, so I give you a crow's foot.
After this the poor man said:
- I have endowed each of you with what is due. And, in fairness, I can take the rest for myself.
With these words, the poor man took the whole goose carcass for himself.
Bai was surprised at the resourcefulness of the poor man and gave him a whole bag of flour.
The poor man returned home, baked some bread for himself and had a hearty dinner of goose and fresh bread.

Like a fool the mind searched

Once upon a time there lived three brothers. The older brothers were smart, but the younger one was a fool.

Their father grew old and died. Smart brothers They divided the inheritance among themselves, but they gave nothing to the youngest and drove him out of the house.
“In order to own wealth, you have to be smart,” they said.
“So I’ll find some sense for myself,” the younger brother decided and set off on his way. Whether he walked for a long time or for a short time, he finally came to some village.
He knocked on the first house he came across and asked to be hired as a worker.
The fool worked for a whole year, and when it was time to pay, the owner asked:
- What do you need more - intelligence or wealth?
“I don’t need wealth, give me intelligence,” the fool answers.
“Well, here’s your reward for your work: now you will understand the language of various objects,” said the owner and released the worker.
A fool walks along and sees a tall pillar without a single knot.
- I wonder what kind of wood this beautiful pillar is made of? - said the fool.
“I was a tall, slender pine tree,” answered the pillar.
The fool realized that the owner had not deceived him, was happy and moved on.
The fool began to understand the language of various objects.
No one knows whether he walked for a long time or for a short time, and then he reached an unknown country.
And the old king in that country lost his favorite pipe. The king promised the one who found her to give his beautiful daughter as his wife. Many tried to find the phone, but all in vain. The fool came to the king and said:
- I'll find your phone.
He went out into the yard and shouted loudly:
- Tube, where are you, answer me!
- I'm lying under big stone in the valley.
- How did you get there?
- The king dropped me.
The younger brother brought the pipe. The old king was delighted and gave him his beautiful daughter as his wife, and in addition, a horse with golden harness and rich clothes.
If you don’t believe me, ask your older brother’s wife. True, I don’t know where she lives, but it’s not difficult to find out - any of her neighbors will tell you.

How Taz told the Padishah tales

In ancient times there was one padishah. Every year he convened storytellers from all his possessions, placed a large measure of gold in front of them and announced: Whoever tells me such a fable that, after listening to it, I shout “it cannot be,” let him take the gold for himself. And if I say “maybe,” then the narrator will receive a hundred lashes!

Each time the tellers of fables came and competed in their skills in front of the padishah, and he kept repeating: “It can be, it can be!” - and severely punished the storytellers, but kept the gold for himself.
One day the padishah again gathered the inhabitants into the square, placed a large measure of gold and began to call in the tellers of tales. But everyone was afraid, no one came out to tell. The padishah got angry, ordered the residents to disperse, and he himself went to the palace. On the second day the same thing happened again. The padishah gathered the inhabitants for the third time. Everyone sits and is silent. Suddenly the cunning horseman Taz* comes out into the middle of the square. Taz came closer to the padishah and began to tell:
- O great padishah! My grandma and I moved to these lands when my father was not yet born. We set up several hives and raised bees. We knew how many bees lived in each of our hives.
- It could be! - said the padishah.
“Every day we counted our bees,” Taz continued the story, we were afraid that some bee might get lost. One evening we started counting and were missing two bees. Babai got very angry and sent me to look for them. So I went. I walked for a long time, but could not find the bees. I was very tired, took off my boots and went to sleep under a bush. Suddenly a noise arose near me. I woke up and saw that my boots were fighting.
At this point the padishah stopped Taz and said:
- It could be!
But Taz doesn’t seem to hear - he continues:
“I took off my boots, put them on my feet and walked across the field. I walked and walked and reached the forest. And in the forest something is making a lot of noise. I immediately realized that it was one of our bees buzzing. I entered the forest and saw that there was a fight going on: two wolves attacked our bee. When the wolves saw me, they got scared and ran away. I examined the bee and saw that one of its legs was broken. So that she could walk, I tied a stick instead of a paw and ordered her to fly to the woman.
- And this can be! - said the padishah.
“Wait,” said Taz, “listen to what happened next!” I went to look for the second bee - because if you don’t find it, the old man will scold and punish you. So I walked and walked and finally met a herd of pigs. A scary, hunchbacked old man tended the herd: his eyes were watery, his hair was matted, he was dressed in old rags. I came closer and recognized him as your father, padishah! Yes, it was your late father, our old padishah.
Then the padishah jumped up from his seat and shouted:
- This can’t be! This can't be true!
Then the people made noise and became agitated, and Taz quickly took the measure of gold and left the square.

*Taz is a bald sly man; here is a cunning, cheerful horseman.

About crooked birch

Once upon a time there lived a very smart poor man. In the same place there lived a rich man who loved to brag and considered himself a great smart guy.
- No cunning person will deceive me! - the braggart liked to repeat.
One day he was walking along the road and saw from afar a smart poor man who was standing leaning against a crooked birch tree. The braggart came up to him and said:
- You, my friend, are considered clever and quick-witted. Come on, try to outsmart me! To this the quick-witted one replied:
- Why not try! I would outwit you, but, unfortunately, I don’t have a bag of tricks with me. I stayed with him at home.
Go and bring your bag, and I’ll wait for you here,” said the boastful one.
“I would willingly go, but I can’t,” said the quick-witted one. - Do you see how the birch tree is crooked? As soon as I move away, she will collapse.
The braggart heard these excuses, got angry and shouted:
- Go and bring your tricks quickly! Until you arrive, I will prop up the birch tree myself.
The smart one left, but never returned. And until this day, they say, the braggart stands and props up a crooked birch tree.

Hello, young literary scholar! It’s good that you decided to read the fairy tale “Bashmaki (Tatar fairy tale)” in it you will find folk wisdom, which is edified by generations. And the thought comes, and behind it the desire, to plunge into this fabulous and incredible world, win the love of a modest and wise princess. Tens, hundreds of years separate us from the time of creation of the work, but the problems and morals of people remain the same, practically unchanged. A small amount of detail in the surrounding world makes the depicted world more rich and believable. The desire to convey a deep moral assessment of the actions of the main character, which encourages one to rethink oneself, was crowned with success. Charm, admiration and indescribable inner joy produce the pictures drawn by our imagination when reading such works. When faced with such strong, strong-willed and kind qualities of a hero, you involuntarily feel the desire to transform yourself into better side. The fairy tale “Shoes (Tatar fairy tale)” can be read for free online countless times without losing your love and desire for this creation.

A long time ago there lived an old man in the world, and he had a son. They lived poorly, in a small old house. The time has come for the old man to die. He called his son and said to him:

I have nothing to leave you as an inheritance, son, except my shoes. Wherever you go, always take them with you, they will come in handy.

The father died, and the horseman was left alone. He was fifteen or sixteen years old.

He decided to go around the world to seek happiness. Before leaving home, he remembered his father’s words and put his shoes in his bag, and he went barefoot.

One person came towards him. That man envied how easily and cheerfully the horseman walked. “It’s probably the shoes,” he thinks. “I’ll ask him to sell me these shoes.”

When they both stopped to rest, that man said:

Sell me these shoes, I'll give you a bag of gold for them.

“He’s coming,” said the horseman and sold him the shoes.

As soon as the man put on his shoes, his feet suddenly began to run. He would be glad to stop, but his legs won’t obey. With great difficulty he grabbed hold of some bush, quickly threw his shoes off his feet and said to himself: “This is not clean, the shoes turned out to be enchanted. We must save ourselves quickly.”

He ran back to the horseman, who had not yet managed to leave, and shouted:

Take your shoes, they are enchanted. He threw his shoes at him and ran away - only his heels

sparkled.

And the horseman shouts after him:

Wait, you forgot to pick up your gold. But he heard nothing out of fear. The horseman put on his horseman's shoes and, with music, songs, and jokes, made his way to one city. He went into a small house where an old woman lived and asked:

How are things going in your city, grandma?

“It’s bad,” the old woman answers. “Our khan’s son died.” Fifteen years have passed since then, but the whole city is in deep mourning, you can neither laugh nor sing. The khan himself does not want to talk to anyone, and no one can cheer him up.

This is not the point, says the horseman, we must cheer up the khan, dispel his sadness. I'll go see him.

Try it, son,” says the old woman, “just so that the Khan’s vizier doesn’t drive you out of the city.”

Our horseman walked down the street to the Khan's palace. He walks, dances, sings songs, and his shoes play cheerful music. People look at him and are surprised: “Where did such a merry fellow come from?”

He approaches the royal palace and sees: a vizier on horseback, with a sword in his hand, blocked his way.

But it must be said that the vizier was waiting for the khan to die of melancholy and sadness. He wanted to take his place and marry his daughter.

The vizier attacked the horseman:

Don't you know that our city is in mourning? Why are you disturbing people, walking around the city singing? - And drove him out of the city.

A horseman sits on a stone and thinks: “It’s not a big deal that the vizier drove me away. I’ll try to go to the khan again, to dispel his sadness and melancholy.”

Again he went to the city with music, songs, jokes and jokes. The vizier saw him again and drove him away. Again the horseman sat down on a stone and said to himself: “After all, it was not the khan himself who drove me away, but the vizier. I need to see the khan himself.”

For the third time he went to the khan. With music, songs, and jokes, he approaches the gates of the Khan's palace. This time he was lucky. Khan was sitting on the porch and, hearing the noise, asked the guards what was going on outside the gate. “He walks here alone,” they answer him, “he sings songs, dances, jokes, makes people laugh.”

The khan invited him to his palace.

Then he ordered all the townspeople to gather in the square and said to them:

You can't live like this anymore. We'll stop being sad and grieving.

Then the vizier came forward and said:

This boy is a rogue and a swindler! He needs to be driven out of the city. He doesn’t dance himself, and he doesn’t play the music either. It's all about his shoes, they're magical.

Khan answers him:

If so, then put on your shoes and dance something for us.

The vizier put on his shoes and wanted to dance, but that was not the case. He just lifts his leg, but the other one seems to grow to the ground, you can’t tear it off. The people laughed at the vizier, and the khan drove him away in shame.

A long time ago there lived an old man in the world, and he had a son. They lived poorly, in a small old house. The time has come for the old man to die. He called his son and said to him:

I have nothing to leave you as an inheritance, son, except my shoes. Wherever you go, always take them with you, they will come in handy.

The father died, and the horseman was left alone. He was fifteen or sixteen years old.

He decided to go around the world to seek happiness. Before leaving home, he remembered his father’s words and put his shoes in his bag, and he went barefoot.

One person came towards him. That man envied how easily and cheerfully the horseman walked. “It’s probably the shoes,” he thinks. “I’ll ask him to sell me these shoes.”

When they both stopped to rest, that man said:

Sell me these shoes, I'll give you a bag of gold for them.

“He’s coming,” said the horseman and sold him the shoes.

He ran back to the horseman, who had not yet managed to leave, and shouted:

Take your shoes, they are enchanted. He threw his shoes at him and ran away - only his heels

sparkled.

And the horseman shouts after him:

How are things going in your city, grandma?

This is not the point, says the horseman, we must cheer up the khan, dispel his sadness. I'll go see him.

Try it, son,” says the old woman, “just so that the Khan’s vizier doesn’t drive you out of the city.”

He approaches the royal palace and sees: a vizier on horseback, with a sword in his hand, blocked his way.

But it must be said that the vizier was waiting for the khan to die of melancholy and sadness. He wanted to take his place and marry his daughter.

The vizier attacked the horseman:

Don't you know that our city is in mourning? Why are you disturbing people, walking around the city singing? - And drove him out of the city.

A horseman sits on a stone and thinks: “It’s not a big deal that the vizier drove me away. I’ll try to go to the khan again, to dispel his sadness and melancholy.”

The khan invited him to his palace.

Then he ordered all the townspeople to gather in the square and said to them:

You can't live like this anymore. We'll stop being sad and grieving.

Then the vizier came forward and said:

This boy is a rogue and a swindler! He needs to be driven out of the city. He doesn’t dance himself, and he doesn’t play the music either. It's all about his shoes, they're magical.

Khan answers him:

If so, then put on your shoes and dance something for us.

And the khan kept the horseman who had amused him and gave him his daughter in marriage. When the khan died, the people chose him as their ruler.

Once upon a time there lived a shoemaker. He was a hard worker, a master of all things. But they came Hard times, and so the shoemaker became poor that he only had leather left for one single pair of shoes.

One evening he cut shoes from the remnants of leather, and in the morning he was going to sew them. His conscience did not torment him, he went to bed and fell asleep peacefully. The next morning the shoemaker was about to sit down to work. Lo and behold, there are two leather shoes on the table that he cut last night! Brand new, just sewn! The shoemaker marveled and didn’t know what to think.

He took the shoes in his hands and began to examine them. They were sewn so well that not a single seam was crooked anywhere. Apparently the hand of a master worked them.

Soon a buyer came to the shoemaker. The shoes suited his feet so well that he gave a good price for them. The shoemaker bought leather for two more pairs of shoes with this money.

He cut them out in the evening, and in the morning he was going to start sewing. But this time he didn’t have to sew shoes for him either. He stood up and saw that the shoes were already ready. And buyers were not forced to wait. They paid the shoemaker so much that he used this money to buy leather for four more pairs of shoes. The master cut the shoes, and in the morning he looked - four pairs were already ready.

This is how it has been since then. He will cut the shoes in the evening, and in the morning they will be ready. Now the shoemaker had a sure piece of bread, and he began to live in abundance.

One evening, around Christmas, the master says to his wife:

What if we don’t go to bed tonight and see who’s helping us?

And his wife was curious. They lit a candle, placed it on the table, and she and her husband hid in the corner of the room behind the dresses. And they began to keep watch.

As soon as midnight struck, two handsome little naked men jumped out of nowhere, sat down on the table, pulled the cut leather towards them and began to grind.

Their tiny fingers just run and run; Sometimes they work deftly and quickly with a needle, sometimes they knock with a hammer. The shoemaker and his wife marvel and cannot take their eyes off the little men.

They didn’t rest for a minute until the shoes were sewn. The shoes are standing on the table, showing off. The little men suddenly jumped up and disappeared to God knows where.

The next morning the wife said:

These little people are probably brownies. They helped us get rich. We should thank them for their kindness. You know what, I’ll make them shirts, caftans, sleeveless vests and pants. And I’ll knit a pair of stockings for each of them. Just make them a pair of shoes, and then we’ll dress them up.

Her husband responded to her:

I came up with a good idea.

By evening they had everything ready. The shoemaker and his wife put gifts on the table instead of cut leather, and hid themselves. They wanted to see how the house gifts would be received.

At midnight, the brownies jumped out of nowhere and got ready to immediately get to work. But there was no cut leather on the table. But they see that there are different clothes and shoes lying there. The brownies were amazed, and then they were so happy, they became crazy with happiness!

The shoemaker and his wife didn’t have time to look back when they pulled on their stockings up to their shoes, shirts, pants, vests and caftans and sang:

Well, don’t we look pretty in gratuitous outfits?
No one will say “naked” now about brownies.

The brownies began to play, have fun and dance like children. then they bowed from the waist and said:

Thanks to this house, let's go help another.

They jumped out into the yard and disappeared. They were the only ones they saw. They never came again.

However, since then the shoemaker has lived happily ever after. And until the end of his days he remembered his brownies with kindness.

A long time ago there lived an old man in the world, and he had a son. They lived poorly, in a small old house.

The time has come for the old man to die. He called his son and said to him:
- I have nothing to leave you as an inheritance, son, except my own. shoes. Wherever you go, always take them with you, they will come in handy.
The father died, and the horseman was left alone. He was fifteen or sixteen years old.

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He decided to go around the world to seek happiness. Before leaving home, he remembered his father’s words and put his shoes in his bag, and he went barefoot.
Whether he walked for a long time or for a short time, his legs were just tired. “Wait a minute,” he thinks, “shouldn’t I put on some shoes?” I put on my shoes and the fatigue disappeared. The shoes themselves walk along the road, and they also play cheerful music. Dzhigit goes, rejoices, dances and sings songs.
One person came towards him. That man envied how easily and cheerfully the horseman walked. “It’s probably the shoes,” he thinks. “I’ll ask him to sell me these shoes.”
When they both stopped to rest, that man said:
- Sell me these shoes, I’ll give you a bag of gold for them.
“He’s coming,” said the horseman and sold him the shoes.
As soon as the man put on his shoes, his feet suddenly began to run. He would be glad to stop, but his legs won’t obey. With great difficulty, he grabbed onto some bush, quickly threw off his shoes and said to himself: “This is not clean, the shoes turned out to be enchanted. We must save ourselves quickly.”
He ran back to the horseman, who had not yet managed to leave, and shouted:
- Take your shoes, they are enchanted. He threw his shoes at him and took off running - only his heels sparkled.
And the horseman shouts after him:
- Wait, you forgot to pick up your gold. But he heard nothing out of fear. The horseman put on his horseman's shoes and, with music, songs, and jokes, made his way to one city. He went into a small house where an old woman lived and asked:
- How are things going in your city, grandma?
“It’s bad,” the old woman answers. “Our khan’s son died.” Fifteen years have passed since then, but the whole city is in deep mourning, you can neither laugh nor sing. The khan himself does not want to talk to anyone, and no one can cheer him up.
“This is not the point,” says the horseman, “we must cheer up the khan, dispel his sadness.” I'll go see him.
“Try it, son,” says the old woman, “just so that the Khan’s vizier doesn’t drive you out of the city.”
Our horseman walked down the street to the Khan's palace. He walks, dances, sings songs, and his shoes play cheerful music. People look at him and are surprised: “Where did such a merry fellow come from?”
He approaches the royal palace and sees: a vizier on horseback, with a sword in his hand, blocked his way.
But it must be said that the vizier was waiting for the khan to die of melancholy and sadness. He wanted to take his place and marry his daughter.
The vizier attacked the horseman:
- Don’t you know that our city is in mourning? Why are you disturbing people, walking around the city singing? - And drove him out of the city.
The horseman sits on a stone and thinks: “It’s not a big deal that the vizier drove me away. I’ll try to go to the khan again, to dispel his sadness and melancholy.”
Again he went to the city with music, songs, jokes and jokes. The vizier saw him again and drove him away. Again the horseman sat down on a stone and said to himself: “It was not the khan himself who drove me away, but the vizier. I need to see the khan himself.”
For the third time he went to the khan. With music, songs, and jokes, he approaches the gates of the Khan's palace. This time he was lucky. Khan was sitting on the porch and, hearing the noise, asked the guards what was going on outside the gate. “He walks here alone,” they answer him, “he sings songs, dances, jokes, makes people laugh.”
The khan invited him to his palace.
Then he ordered all the townspeople to gather in the square and said to them:
- You can’t live like this anymore. We'll stop being sad and grieving.
Then the vizier came forward and said:
- This boy is a rogue and a swindler! He needs to be driven out of the city. He doesn’t dance himself, and he doesn’t play the music either. It's all about his shoes, they're magical.
Khan answers him:
- If so, then put on your shoes and dance something for us.
The vizier put it on shoes and wanted to dance, but that was not the case. He just lifts his leg, but the other one seems to grow to the ground, you can’t tear it off. The people laughed at the vizier, and the khan drove him away in shame.
And the khan kept the horseman who had amused him and gave him his daughter in marriage. When the khan died, the people chose him as their ruler.