Homeland Kazki: Don'ka vіtru (audio)

Little boy Timofiy wanted to get married. Win throwing his eyes around the girls, pozalitsyavis, ale ni one didn’t want to be a woman, but winn’t mav ni hati, ni hliba, any staynі, shob the thinness, which is not mav.

At the edge of the village, a buv was empty, as if it hadn't taken a nichto nicoli. Virishiv Timofiy zbuduvati there khatina. Having called a kupu at the floor of the house, the bule is ready for the day. Having picked up її quits, fencing off і thought, until which dіvchini sіtіt svatіv. Whole time without sleeping, thinking everything. That on the svitanka of the last sayings of the wind and filling up the hatina, throwing away the sleepyhead htozna-kudi. Timofiy became angry and threatened the accursed vіtrovі:

- Now I'm going to your little matchmaker ...
I thought you were reading:
- Oo-oo-hoo-hoo, come on... A-a-ha-ha, pri-ho-o-od!
Pishov to susides and saying:
- I want to wrestle with Vitrova's little girl. Walk with me and you will be my elders.

Timofiy sklav his simple belongings, tying a bag to the club and, throwing it over his shoulders, leaning there, the sounds came through. Ishov is not old, and not two, if he rattled, like a hawk from the sky, shucking at a little bunny and burying it with his grooves. A couple screamed, whistled, spurted with a droplet at the hawk, and letting the hare go by.
- How can I see you for those who have hidden the life of my child? - the hare slept because of the cramp.
- How can you help me, little that powerless bunnies? If you know, then say, de live Viter with your own little one, for I want to take over.
- Not just say, but let's show the way. My sin, what kind of you vryatuvav from death, lead you to the very Old Man, - the hare came.

The bunny galloped forward, and Timofiy pishov followed him. We went out from the forest, walk in the fields. If, when it grows, you can grow a cholovik, a hawk, yak is an old tree. Change the hair on the head into a new leaf and apple blossom. Winning bugs with a robot - picking up and straightening out the dried-up half of the tree, then taking another mouthful of water from the green mountaineer, crushed from the stove of pears, picking up and squeezing on them. Robiv tse so coolly, nibi chav.

Timofiy rozregotavsya.
- What do you do, choloviche? - having slept divak.
- I will revive and revive the tree.
- And who will you?
- I am the Old Man. And ti hto and kudi mandrush iz rabbits?
- I am Timofiy. I'm going to matchmaker Vitrov's little donku.
- I go with you. I will ask Old Man, Abi Yogo Shibeniks did not break my trees.
- Hodimo.

Blow twice, rozmovlyayut, and the bunny rushes ahead. We came to the palace of the old vіtriska. The one conceived at the majestic hall and bigav there, dumb sayings. So the whistle and the roar, so the palace was hitting and dakh zd_ymevsya. The stench began to stand in front of the door. Come in fearfully.
- Ty vidchinyay, - promising Timofiy.
- That ni, I know the strength and fierceness of Old Man. There are a lot of wicked ones, - the Batko tree replied. Leaves, which dyed them, already gurgled out of fear.

Dovgos stood still, as Timofiy did not think, but didn’t die, but they didn’t sound uncomfortable. Win squeezing eyes and opening doors.
My God! Vіtrisko yak sniffing on them, then the stench, rubbing our legs, flew, moving the straw, snagging behind the like a tree and hung.
- What do you people need treba? - having slept Batko wіtrіv, if he was born іnіv іх іf gіlljak.

Father tree first spoke, but Timofiy, if he is years old, then here ruining his own language.
- I have come to ask, abi ti not allowing his lamati sins before the hour of walking my tree.
- Good, let it be so. And what is the need for you? - sleeping Timofiya.
Timofiy znayshov nareshty language, however, three curious, and reports:
- Well, I want to get married. Your si-blues have filled me-me ha-ha-ha-ha and now ni-ni-ni one of the girls doesn't want to see me-me-me. I will come to match your up-to-donkey.

Batko waving his hand at the baiduja.

- I will not deal with babskie right. Go to my woman.
The stench came at once to the Mother of the Winds. Vona cooked ob_d.
- So and so, - speaking Timofiy, - I will come to match your little girl.
- Ha ha ha! - the vіtriha was released, already the fire at the stove zaburkotіv. - If there are green leaves on top of a green leaf and a roum apple, and if a vine becomes a grapevine covered with grones, then our little girl will become your woman.

Timofiy did not know what youmu robiti. And Batko hammered a poker and a vinik into the middle of the hut, then typed in the mouth of the living water from a small handful, pouting and nibbling. Yablunya turned green, bloomed, lowered a glass of rum’s apples to the bottom, and a vine became a vine, stretched to the stele and glittered with grons.

Mati Vіtrіv already began to speak of malice. All the same she brought Ale the little girl. Timofiy inclined in, and won - Timofiyevi. Divchina is small blue, now the sky, eyes, bile, now the summer is hmarinka, revealing. Bula won is put into a shirt, embroidered with blakitny tsyatochki, and a sp_dnitsa, which shimmered with colors, like a vestka.
Father Vіtrіv and Mati Vіtrіv celebrated the youngsters at a garne, like at Kaztsi, a party, they gave them a gift and saw a village near Timofiev. There, the young people at once called a sleeping house and created their own hut. Father of trees ponasajav around her richly cherries, cherries, pears and apples. And before the wound, the hut became such a garnoy, as if it was not mav ni pip, ni tavern, ni gendarme.

Visited young people, lived in love and grace. Ale to the silsky tavern stink didn’t come close to being like it.

- Hey, - having promoted the wine to the gendarme, - Timofiy having honored the party here on the sides, don't take the burners in my tavern. Nibi in me is not so kind as in those inns.
- You tell the truth, - said the gendarme. - Wine and not thinking about a little bit of a burner and a piece of weighing roll. Hiba people don’t know, why did they make their house on the land of old age? Hodimo, say about the elders.
І went.
- Pan, - the innkeeper whispered to the headman, - Timofiy zbuduvav hut on your land.
- Pan, - the gendarme added, - Timofia has such a garna for a woman, it’s already dark in his eyes. Win kudkudakak for several days, like a written egg. Your synovi taku b... That would be a steam, yak pie and sour cream ...

And in old age, it’s like a wiggle, like a wiggle in a wink, then the dogs go out for three days, and you can marvel at someone who can turn sour. Not one girl in the world didn’t want to go back to her.

The headman guknuv, Abi brought Timofiya.
- Have you heard the stars of the chain? - having slept, only Timofiy stepped over the threshold.
- 3 wide light.
- For the third time? - having missed the headman, who buv trochas deaf and bad.
- Yeah, that's it, - capturing Timofiy.
- And mogo tata not back there?
- And then ni! Win, pan, carry firewood on your shoulders for the whole hour. The shirt on the new one got loose, it’s not bad. Yak stay angry. They let me go from the oven to bring bread, corned beef, and I got married in the road.
“I’ll give you a pick, I’ll give you a couple of horses, I’ll give you some firewood, and I’ll bring you a person from the finger of your left hand.” If you don’t bring a yak, then you should know: I’ll take your woman, and I’ll fill up the hut, yak you zbuduvav on my land.

The elder smeared the trigger, vinaed vbrannya, and the elder gave two crows, and Timofiy poykhav. Where to scold. It was hard for you to be separated from Vitrova's little and new hut, de vin having conceived three of happiness. That scho robiti? Having given birth to people in vbrannya, lubricated the trigger and horses, and he himself drove to the Old Man for joy.

- So and so, - having said, - the headman would like, abi I brought this person from the finger of the left hand of this deceased dad, but if I don’t bring it, then take my wife and fill up the hut. And I don’t know, it’s hot.
- Do not scold, son-in-law, - the calm Batko vіtrіv. - I will send my best sina with you, win know the way.

Daddy hitting his foot with a blunt foot, and Vikhorets appeared, as if he danced and was quiet, but also gave a yak to the robot.
- You will bring Timofia to the very brahmi baked, - prompting Batko to the smallest.

Vikhorets choked on the street. There, passing through, there was a grimace of gunpowder, and as it flew across the field, the grass was dancing. Timofiy Ishov followed him and did not bargain until the dark furnace. There Vikhorets started circling in one place.
- Ge-ge-ge-e-her! - Timofiy shouted.
At the temryava's pyre, the castle had zenknuv and the devil appeared.
- What do you want, Timofiya?
- Play on the chilin of our old age.
The devil znik, that through yakus mit z'avavis, trimmyuchi old age father for chuprina. Toy bov at vovch_y skins. Timofiy rushed to the new and knowing the golden person's finger.

Turning to old age and stretching out a golden ring to the yoma.
The headman looked at the person and slept:
- And who robbing my dad?
- Who is mav bidny robiti? Lying by the straw and catching fleas with his teeth. Having asked, the Abi came home together with the onuks.
The headman is still happy to beat the tata, as if he had poured out a barrel of gold. Vin poklikav syn and saying:
- Go on, let's go to see you.

The stench smelled at the little bit of mischievous goodness, they pulled the svyatkovo vbrannya and harnessed four horses to the chaise.

- Take the tips in your hands, you know the way, - prompting the headman to Timofiya.
The horses jerked so hard that they lit a cigarette behind them. For a few days Timofiy leaned in front of the entrance to hell.
- Ge-ge-ge-gay! - shouting.
At the temryava pyre, he danced the key, and at the same time, there was a splinter of chorts.
- What do you need, Timofiya? - slept.
- Ladies to ask for you, take the young to the old.
Chorti have already gone to the joyfuls. They threw the skins over the headman and tightened the heat.

If I knew the key, Timofiy siv at the chaise, lashed out with a lamb and went up, yak viter, to his wife, for which he had been struggling all hour. Ale the innkeeper and the gendarme did not give him a single day of light - well, he could get him into the water lodge.
Iakos stink came and said:
- Tie povіz pana the headman on that meeting with the guest, and now musish and take us.
- Good, let's go, - Timofiy annoyed.
Tavern kinmi poviz їkh at the oak forest, picking a tree and promoting:
- Lizte... Yak angels fly in, I will shout: "Pling!"

The innkeeper and the gendarme rozzulis and began to dry up, one by one, on a high oak stove. If they hid for gilaks, the tavern slept:

- Pligati?
- Hi, lizte whish! Zvidsy angels do not grab you.
If the stench got to the middle of the oak, the gendarme got angry and slept:
- Pligati?
- Ні, lizte whische! The angels can't get you yet.
Nareshty came up with a big fight to the very top of the oak.
Timofiy shouting:
- The angels have already arrived! Hold hands and play.

The tavern jumped off first and pulled the gendarme behind him. The angels took them to the krill and carried them to God to graze, and Timofiy lashed out with a batog and returned to the Vitrova's donka. Having lived with her richly rockyv, children of the year, and never leaving.