Zhiharka / Russian folk tale. Enjoy reading! Once upon a time there lived in a hut a cat, a rooster and a little man - Zhiharka. A cat and a rooster went hunting...

Zhiharka / Russian folk tale

Once upon a time there lived in a hut a cat, a rooster and a little man - Zhiharka. The cat and the rooster went hunting, and Zhiharka kept house. He cooked dinner, set the table, laid out spoons. Lays out and says:
- This simple spoon is Kotova, this simple spoon is Petina, and this is not simple - chiseled, gilded handle - this is Zhikharkina. I won't give it to anyone.

Then the fox heard that in the hut Zhiharka was the only host, and she wanted to try Zhiharka's meat.

The cat and the rooster, as they went hunting, always ordered Zhikharka to lock the doors. Zhikharka locked the door. I locked everything, and once I forgot. Zhikharka did all the work, cooked dinner, set the table, began to lay out the spoons, and he says:
- This simple spoon is Kotova, this simple spoon is Petina, and this one is not simple - chiseled, gilded handle - Zhikharkina. I won't give it to anyone.

I just wanted to put it on the table, and on the stairs - top-top-top.

Fox is coming!

Zhikharka was frightened, jumped off the bench, dropped the spoon on the floor - and there was no time to pick it up - and climbed under the stove. And the fox entered the hut, looking there, looking here - there is no Zhikharka.

“Wait,” the fox thinks, “you yourself will tell me where you are sitting.”

The fox went to the table, began to sort out the spoons:
- This spoon is simple - Petina, this spoon is simple - Kotova, but this spoon is not simple - chiseled, gilded handle - I'll take this one for myself.
And Zhiharka is under the stove at the top of his voice:
- Ai, ai, ai, don't take it, aunty, I won't give it!
- There you are, Zhiharka!

The fox ran up to the stove, put its paw into the under-burning, pulled Zhikharka out, threw it on her back - and into the forest.

She ran home, heated the stove hot: she wants to fry Zhikharka and eat it. The fox took a shovel.
- Sit down, - says, - Zhiharka.

And Zhikharka is small, but remote. He sat down on a shovel, spread his arms and legs - he wouldn’t go into the stove.

You don’t sit like that, says the fox.
Zhikharka turned to the stove with the back of his head, spread his arms and legs - he wouldn’t go into the stove.
“Not like that,” the fox says.
- And you, auntie, show me, I don’t know how.
- You're clueless!

The fox threw Zhikharka off the shovel, jumped onto the shovel herself, curled up into a ring, hid her paws, covered herself with her tail. And Zhikharka covered her senses in the stove and with a damper, and he himself quickly got out of the hut and home.

And at home, a cat and a rooster are crying, sobbing:
- Here is a simple spoon - Kotova, here is a simple spoon - Petina, but there is no chiseled spoon, gilded handle, and there is no our Zhikharka, and there is no our little one! ..

The cat wipes away tears with its paw, Petya picks it up with its wing.

Suddenly up the stairs - knock-knock-knock. Zhiharka runs, shouting in a loud voice:
- Here I am! And the fox was roasted in the oven!

The cat and the rooster rejoiced. Well Zhiharka kiss! Well Zhiharka hug! And now the cat, the rooster and Zhiharka live in this hut, they are waiting for us to visit.

This is the end of the Russian folk tale about Zhikharka

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Zhiharka - Russian folk tale

A short tale about a little man - Zhiharka, who was kidnapped by a fox and wanted to eat. But clever Zhiharka managed to outsmart the red-haired cheat...

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Once upon a time there lived in a hut a cat, a rooster and a little man - Zhiharka.

The cat and the rooster went hunting, and Zhikharka did housework: he cooked dinner, set the table, laid out spoons.

Lays out and says:

This is a simple spoon - Kotova, this is a simple spoon - Petina, and this is not a simple one - chiseled, gilded handle - this Zhikharkina. I won't give it to anyone.

Then the fox heard that in the hut Zhiharka was the only host, and she wanted to try Zhiharka's meat.

The cat and the rooster, as they went hunting, always ordered Zhikharka to lock the doors. Zhikharka locked the door.

I locked everything, and once I forgot.

Zhikharka did all the work, cooked dinner, set the table, began to lay out the spoons, and the fox was walking up the stairs - top-top-top.

Zhikharka got frightened, jumped off the bench, dropped the spoon on the floor and under the stove and climbed in. And the fox entered the hut, looking there, looking here: there is no Zhikharka.

“Wait,” the fox thinks, “you yourself will tell me where you are sitting.”

The fox went to the table, began to sort out the spoons:

This spoon is simple - Petina, this spoon is simple - Kotova. And this spoon is not simple - it is chiseled, the handle is gilded - I will take this one for myself.

Ai, ai, ai, don't take it, aunty, I won't give it!

There you are, Zhiharka!

The fox ran up to the stove, put its paw into the under-burning, pulled Zhikharka out, threw it on her back - and into the forest. She ran home, heated the stove hot: she wants to fry Zhikharka and eat it. The fox took a shovel.

Sit down, - says, - Zhiharka.

And Zhikharka is small, but remote. He sat down on a shovel, spread his arms and legs - he didn’t go into the stove.

You don’t sit like that, says the fox.

Zhikharka turned to the stove with the back of his head, spread his arms and legs - he wouldn’t go into the stove.

Not so, the fox says.

And you, auntie, show me, I don’t know how.

What a clueless you are!

The fox threw Zhikharka off the shovel, jumped onto the shovel herself, curled up into a ring, hid her paws, covered herself with her tail. And Zhikharka covered her senses in the stove and with a damper, and he himself quickly got out of the hut and home.

And at home, a cat and a rooster are crying, sobbing:

Here is a simple spoon - Kotova, here is a simple spoon - Petina, but there is no chiseled spoon, gilded handle, and there is no our Zhiharka, and there is no our little one!

The cat wipes away tears with its paw, Petya picks it up with its wing.

Suddenly, down the stairs - knock-knock-knock.

Here I am! And the fox was roasted in the oven!

The cat and the rooster rejoiced. Well Zhiharka kiss! Well Zhiharka hug!

And now the cat, the rooster and Zhiharka live in this hut, they are waiting for us to visit.

(Illustr. A.Eliseeva)

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Summary: The Russian folk tale Zhiharka will tell you about some fascinating story that happened to a little boy, as well as his good friends, it was a fluffy cat and a feathered rooster. This large and very friendly family lived in the dark and dense taiga and shared all their work honestly. Zhiharka always did all the housework around the house, and every morning of a new day his household went far into the dense and dense forest for food. When they returned home with food and prey, the boy always cleaned the house by that time, cooked dinner and made the house warm and cozy. Somehow the fox found out about this and came up with a plan to lure and steal the boy from the house while his friends were hunting in the forest. When the boy saw the fox, he hid from the fox. She managed to get into the house when the front door was slightly ajar and deceived Zhikharka into her paws. What happened to the boy? How did he get back home? Who helped him in this? The end of this story can be read on our page online. Zhikharka's tale is also available on our website in audio recording. Read or listen with pleasure.

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Once upon a time there lived in a hut a cat, a rooster and a little boy - Zhiharka. The cat and the rooster went hunting, and Zhikharka did housework: he cooked dinner, set the table, laid out spoons. Lays out and says: - This simple spoon is Kotova, this simple spoon is Petina, and this is not simple - chiseled, gilded handle - this is Zhikharkina. I won't give it to anyone. Then the fox heard that in the hut Zhiharka was the only host, and she wanted to try Zhiharka's meat. The cat and the rooster, as they went hunting, always ordered Zhikharka to lock the doors. Zhikharka locked the doors, locked everything, but once he forgot. Zhikharka did all the work, cooked dinner, set the table, began to lay out the spoons, and he said: - This simple spoon is Kotova, this simple spoon is Petina, and this is not simple - chiseled, the handle is gilded - this is Zhikharkina. I won't give it to anyone. I just wanted to put it on the table, and on the stairs - top-top-top. - Mother! Fox is coming! Zhikharka was frightened, jumped off the bench, dropped the spoon on the floor - and there was no time to pick it up - and climbed under the stove. And the fox entered the hut, looking there, looking here - there is no Zhikharka. “Wait,” the fox thinks, “you yourself will tell me where you are sitting.” The fox went to the table, began to sort out the spoons: - This spoon is simple - Petina, this spoon is simple - Kotova, and this spoon is not simple - chiseled, gilded handle - I will take this one for myself. And Zhiharka, under the stove, at the top of his voice: - Ai, ai, ai, don't take it, aunty, I won't give it! - There you are, Zhiharka! The fox ran up to the stove, put its paw into the under-burning, pulled Zhikharka out, threw it on her back - and into the forest. She ran home, heated the stove hot: she wants to fry Zhikharka and eat it. The fox took a shovel. - Sit down, - says, - Zhiharka. And Zhikharka is small, but remote. He sat down on a shovel, spread his arms and legs - he didn’t go into the stove. “You don’t sit like that,” says the fox. Zhikharka turned to the stove with the back of his head, spread his arms and legs - he wouldn’t go into the stove. “Not like that,” the fox says. - And you, auntie, show me, I don’t know how. - You're clueless! The fox threw Zhikharka off the shovel, jumped onto the shovel herself, curled up into a ring, hid her paws, covered herself with her tail. And Zhikharka covered her senses in the stove and with a damper, and he himself quickly got out of the hut and home. And at home, a cat and a rooster are crying, sobbing: - Here is a simple spoon - a cat, here is a simple spoon - Petina, but there is no chiseled spoon, a gilded handle, and there is no our Zhiharka, and there is no our little one! .. The cat wipes tears with its paw , Petya picks up with a wing. Suddenly, down the stairs - knock-knock-knock. Zhiharka runs, shouting in a loud voice: - And here I am! And the fox was roasted in the oven! The cat and the rooster rejoiced. Well Zhiharka kiss! Well Zhiharka hug! And now the cat, the rooster and Zhiharka live in this hut, they are waiting for us to visit.

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Once upon a time there lived in a hut a cat, a rooster and a little man - Zhiharka. The cat and the rooster went hunting, and Zhiharka kept house. He cooked dinner, set the table, laid out spoons. Lays out and says:

This simple spoon is Kotova, this simple spoon is Petina, and this is not a simple one - chiseled, gilded handle - this is Zhikharkina. I won't give it to anyone.

Then the fox heard that in the hut Zhiharka was the only host, and she wanted to try Zhiharka's meat.

The cat and the rooster, as they went hunting, always ordered Zhikharka to lock the doors. Zhikharka locked the door. I locked everything, and once I forgot. Zhikharka did all the work, cooked dinner, set the table, began to lay out the spoons, and he says:

This simple spoon is Kotova, this simple spoon is Petina, and this one is not simple - chiseled, gilded handle - Zhikharkina. I won't give it to anyone.

I just wanted to put it on the table, and on the stairs - top-top-top.

Fox is coming!

Zhikharka was frightened, jumped off the bench, dropped the spoon on the floor - and there was no time to pick it up - and climbed under the stove. And the fox entered the hut, looking there, looking here - there is no Zhikharka.

“Wait,” the fox thinks, “you yourself will tell me where you are sitting.”

The fox went to the table, began to sort out the spoons:

This spoon is simple - Petina, this spoon is simple - Kotova, and this spoon is not simple - chiseled, gilded handle - I will take this one for myself.

Ai, ai, ai, don't take it, aunty, I won't give it!
- There you are, Zhiharka!

The fox ran up to the stove, put its paw into the under-burning, pulled Zhikharka out, threw it on her back - and into the forest.

She ran home, heated the stove hot: she wants to fry Zhikharka and eat it. The fox took a shovel.

Sit down, - says, - Zhiharka.

And Zhikharka is small, but remote. He sat down on a shovel, spread his arms and legs - he wouldn’t go into the stove.

You don’t sit like that, says the fox.

Zhikharka turned to the stove with the back of his head, spread his arms and legs - he wouldn’t go into the stove.

Not so, the fox says.
- And you, auntie, show me, I don’t know how.
- You're clueless!

The fox threw Zhikharka off the shovel, jumped onto the shovel herself, curled up into a ring, hid her paws, covered herself with her tail. And Zhikharka covered her senses in the stove and with a damper, and he himself quickly got out of the hut and home.

And at home, a cat and a rooster are crying, sobbing:

Here is a simple spoon - Kotova, here is a simple spoon - Petina, but there is no chiseled spoon, gilded handle, and there is no our Zhikharka, and there is no our little one! ..

Once upon a time there lived in a hut a cat, a rooster and a little man - Zhiharka. The cat and the rooster went hunting, and Zhiharka kept house. He cooked dinner, set the table, laid out spoons. Lays out and says:
- This simple spoon is Kotova, this simple spoon is Petina, and this is not a simple one - chiseled, gilded handle - this is Zhikharkina. I won't give it to anyone.

Then the fox heard that in the hut Zhiharka was the only host, and she wanted to try Zhiharka's meat.

The cat and the rooster, as they went hunting, always ordered Zhikharka to lock the doors. Zhikharka locked the door. I locked everything, and once I forgot. Zhikharka did all the work, cooked dinner, set the table, began to lay out the spoons, and he says:
- This simple spoon is Kotova, this simple spoon is Petina, and this is not simple - chiseled, gilded handle - Zhikharkina. I won't give it to anyone.

I just wanted to put it on the table, and on the stairs - top-top-top.

Fox is coming!

Zhikharka was frightened, jumped off the bench, dropped the spoon on the floor - and there was no time to pick it up - and climbed under the stove. And the fox entered the hut, looking there, looking here - there is no Zhikharka.

"Wait," the fox thinks, "you yourself will tell me where you are sitting."

The fox went to the table, began to sort out the spoons:
- This spoon is simple - Petina, this spoon is simple - Kotova, but this spoon is not simple - chiseled, gilded handle - I will take this one for myself.
And Zhiharka is under the stove at the top of his voice:
“Ay, ah, ah, don’t take it, aunty, I won’t give it!”
— There you are, Zhiharka!

The fox ran up to the stove, put its paw into the oven, pulled Zhikharka out, threw it on her back - and into the forest.

She ran home, heated the stove hot: she wants to fry Zhikharka and eat it. The fox took a shovel.
“Sit down,” he says, “Zhikharka.

And Zhikharka is small, but remote. He sat down on a shovel, spread his arms and legs - he wouldn’t go into the stove.

“You don’t sit like that,” says the fox.
Zhikharka turned to the stove with the back of his head, spreading his arms and legs - he wouldn’t go into the stove.
“Not like that,” the fox says.
- And you, auntie, show me, I don’t know how.
- What a fool you are!

The fox threw Zhikharka off the shovel, jumped onto the shovel herself, curled up into a ring, hid her paws, covered herself with her tail. And Zhikharka covered her senses in the stove and with a damper, and he himself quickly got out of the hut and home.

And at home, a cat and a rooster are crying, sobbing:
“Here’s a simple spoon — a cat’s, here’s a simple spoon — Petya’s, but there’s no chiseled spoon, no gilded handle, and there’s no our Zhikharka, and there’s no our little one! ..

The cat wipes away tears with its paw, Petya picks it up with its wing.

Suddenly up the stairs - knock-knock-knock. Zhiharka runs, shouting in a loud voice:
- Here I am! And the fox was roasted in the oven!

The cat and the rooster rejoiced. Well Zhiharka kiss! Well Zhiharka hug! And now the cat, the rooster and Zhiharka live in this hut, they are waiting for us to visit.