Pomeranian celebration. Patchwork fairy tales. Makurin D.

This happened near Arkhangelsk, along the left bank of the Northern Dvina, the same that was famous for the salty fish, cable craft and sawmills. On one of the two streets of a huge city, a lazy woman Yashka was a naught-shaped shirt lived and worked. On the sunny side of his yard, for five years, the sidewalk was bridge, according to the shadow - he collapsed for three years. And for the tenth year, Yashka folded the Russian stove in the hut. And this is the story with that stove happened.

Our yashka is a smoem shirt already three times three times in the solution, crouched, reached out and praised himself:

-yes, yes Yashka! That's how marvelous! Calculate, he mastered half a bundle!

Then I felt the eye, I outlined the main moves and outputs, where to bend how to bent the knee so that I kept the stove in winter and saved the hut from the frosts. Shouts:

-Mother, bring the dinner!

Well, and the hostess, what was, laid out on the stove: bread, salt, ray, fresh radishes, a couple of testicles, a couple of testicles, The rye pancake, but in the bucket is cold kvakovo.

Yashka, of course, was in no hurry, he folded the arch over the maiden in seven days, and only after the third week he blocked everything. On the twenty -fifth day, a little bit and a valve installed. I brought the pipe on the roof to the apple saving, and in the afternoon I put the smoke. True, smoke is not in Hailo, but fell into the hut.

- That's the same! -Yashka scratched his forehead.

And in response someone is a chukh! Bubuh! - And the tail fired into the pipe.