Once upon a time there were two mice, Twist and Twist, and a cockerel, the Voiced Throat.
The mice only knew that they were singing and dancing, spinning and spinning.
And the cockerel a little light rose, at first woke all the songs, and then set to work. Once a cockerel swept a yard and sees a wheat spikelet on the ground.

- Cool, Vertical, - called the cockerel, - look what I found!
The mice came running and said:
- You need to thresh it.
- And who will hammer? asked the cockerel.
- Not me! shouted one.
- Not me! shouted another.
“Okay,” said the cockerel, “I will grind it.”
And set to work. And the mice began to play bast shoes.

The cockerel finished threshing and shouted:
- Hey, Cool, hey, Vert, look how much I threshed grain!
The mice came running and squealed with one voice:
- Now you need to carry grain to the mill, grind flour!
- And who will bear it? asked the cockerel.
- Not me! shouted Cool.
- Not me! shouted Vert.
“Okay,” said the cockerel, “I will take the grain to the mill.”
He shouldered the bag and went.


And the mice meanwhile started a leapfrog. Jumping through each other, having fun.
The cockerel returned from the mill, again he calls the mice:
- Here, Cool, here. Wrap up! I brought flour.
The mice came running, they looked, they did not boast:
- Ah yes the cockerel! Ah well done! Now you need to knead the dough and bake pies.

- Who will knead? asked the cockerel.
And the mouse is mine again:
- Not me! - squeaked Cool.
- Not me! - squeaked Vert.
Thought, thought the cockerel and said:
- Apparently, I have to.
He kneaded the dough, dragged wood, flooded the stove. And as the stove was heated, he put pies in it.


The mice also do not lose time: they sing, dance.
Pies were baked, the cockerel took them out, laid them out on the table, and the mouse is right there.

And I did not have to call them.
- Oh, and I'm hungry! - squeaks Cool.
- Oh, and I want to! - squeaks Vert.
And they sat down at the table.
And the cockerel tells them:
- Wait, wait! First, tell me who found the spikelet.
- You have found! - screamed loudly mice.

- And who threshed the spikelet? the cock asked again.
- You threshed! - both said quietly.
- And who carried the grain to the mill?
“You too,” said Cool and Vert very quietly.
- And who knead the dough? Did you carry firewood? Did you stoke the stove? Pies who baked?
- All of you. All of you, mice squeaked a little audibly.
“What did you do?”


What to say in response? And there is nothing to say. Spin and Vert began to crawl out from the table, but the cockerel did not hold them.
There is nothing to treat such loafers and lazy people with pies!

  - END -

Ukrainian folk tale with illustrations

Spikelet

Once upon a time there were two mice, Cool and Vert, and a cockerel. The mice only knew that they were singing and dancing, spinning and spinning. And the cockerel a little light rose, at first woke all the songs, and then set to work.
Once a cockerel swept a yard and sees a wheat spikelet on the ground.
- Cool, Vertical, - called the cockerel, - look what I found! The mice came running and said:

It is necessary to thresh it.
- And who will hammer? asked the cockerel.
- Not me! - A cockerel with a broom cried out alone. - Not me! shouted another.
“Okay,” said the cockerel, “I will grind it.” And set to work.
And the mice began to play bast shoes. The cockerel finished threshing and shouted:
- Hey, Cool, hey, Vert, look how much I threshed grain! The mice came running and squealed with one voice: - Now you need to take the grain to the mill, grind the flour.
- And who will bear it? asked the cockerel.
- Not me! shouted Cool.
- Not me! shouted Vert.
“Okay,” said the cockerel, “I will take the grain to the mill.”
He shouldered the bag and went. And the mice meanwhile started a leapfrog. Jumping through each other, having fun. The cockerel returned from the mill, again he calls the mice:
- Here, Cool, here, Vert! I brought flour. The mice came running, they looked, they did not boast:
- Ah yes a cockerel! Ah yes well done! Now you need to knead the dough and bake pies.
- Who will knead? asked the cockerel. And the mouse is mine again:
- Not me! - squeaked Cool.
- Not me! - squeaked Vert. Thought, thought the cockerel and said:
- Apparently, I have to.
He kneaded the dough, dragged wood, flooded the stove. And as the furnace was heated, he put pies into it.
The mice also do not lose time: they sing, dance.
Pies were baked, the cockerel took them out, laid them out on the table, and the mouse is right there. And I did not have to call them.
- Oh, and I'm hungry! - squeaks Cool.
- Oh, I want to eat! - squeaks Vert. Rather sat down at the table. And the cockerel tells them:
- Wait, wait! First, tell me: who found the spikelet?
- You have found! - loudly squeaked mice.
- And who threshed the spikelet? the cock asked again.
- You threshed! - both said quietly.
- And who carried the grain to the mill?
“You too,” said Cool and Vert very quietly.
- And who knead the dough? Did you carry firewood? Did you stoke the stove? Pies who baked?
“All of you, all of you,” the mice squeaked a little audibly.
“What did you do?”
What to say in response? And there is nothing to say. Spin and Vert began to crawl out from the table, but the cockerel did not hold them. There is nothing to treat such loafers and lazy people with pies!

Russian folktale

Once upon a time there were two mice, Twist and Twist, and a cockerel, the Voiced Throat.

The mice only knew that they were singing and dancing, spinning and spinning.

And the cockerel a little light rose, at first woke all the songs, and then set to work.

Once a cockerel swept a yard and sees a wheat spikelet on the ground.

- Cool, Vertical, - called the cockerel, - look what I found!

The mice came running and said:

- You need to thresh it.

- And who will hammer? Asked the cockerel.

- Not me! Shouted one.

- Not me! Shouted another.

“Okay,” said the cockerel, “I will grind it.”

And set to work. And the mice began to play bast shoes. The cockerel finished threshing and shouted:

- Hey, Cool, hey, Vert, look how much I threshed grain! The mice came running and squealed with one voice:

- Now you need to carry grain to the mill, grind flour!

- And who will bear it? Asked the cockerel.

“Not me!” Shouted Cool.

“Not me!” Cried Vert.

“Okay,” said the cockerel, “I will take the grain to the mill.” He shouldered the bag and went. And the mice meanwhile started a leapfrog. Jumping through each other, having fun. The cockerel returned from the mill, again he calls the mice:

- Here, Cool, here, Vert! I brought flour. The mice came running, they looked, they did not boast:

- Ah yes the cockerel! Ah well done! Now you need to knead the dough and bake pies.

- Who will knead? Asked the cockerel. And the mouse is mine again.

- Not me! - squeaked Cool.

- Not me! - squeaked Vert. Thought, thought the cockerel and said:

- Apparently, I have to.

He kneaded the dough, dragged wood, flooded the stove. And as the stove was heated, he put pies in it.

The mice also do not lose time: they sing, dance. Pies were baked, the cockerel took them out, laid them out on the table, and the mouse is right there. And I did not have to call them.

- Oh, and I'm hungry! - squeaks Cool.

- Oh, and I want to! - squeaks Vert. And they sat down at the table. And the cockerel tells them:

- Wait, wait! First, tell me who found the spikelet.

- You have found! Shouted the mice loudly.

- And who threshed the spikelet? The cock asked again.

- You threshed! - both said quietly.

- And who carried the grain to the mill?

“You too,” said Cool and Vert very quietly.

- And who knead the dough? Did you carry firewood? Did you stoke the stove? Pies who baked?

- All of you. All of you, mice squeaked a little audibly.

“What did you do?”

What to say in response? And there is nothing to say. Spin and Vert began to crawl out from the table, but the cockerel did not hold them. There is nothing to treat such loafers and lazy people with pies.

Once upon a time there were two mice, Twist and Twist, and a cockerel, the Voiced Throat. The mice only knew that they were singing and dancing, spinning and spinning. And the cockerel a little light rose, at first woke all the songs, and then set to work.

Once a cockerel swept a yard and sees a wheat spikelet on the ground.

Spin, Spin, - called the cockerel, - look what I found!

The mice came running and said:

It is necessary to thresh it.

And who will thresh? asked the cockerel.

Just not me! -Cried one.

Not me! ”Shouted another.

Okay, said the cockerel, I’ll grind it.

And set to work. And the mice began to play bast shoes.

The cockerel finished threshing and shouted:

Hey Twist, hey Twirl, look how much I threshed grain!

Now you need to carry grain to the mill, grind flour!

And who will bear it? asked the cockerel.

Just not me! -Shouted Cool.

Not me! ”Cried Vert.

Okay, said the cockerel, I’ll take the grain to the mill.

He shouldered the bag and went. And the mice meanwhile started a leapfrog. Jumping through each other, having fun.

The cockerel returned from the mill, again he calls the mice:

Here, Cool, here. Wrap up! I brought flour.

The mice came running, they looked, they did not boast:

Ah yes cockerel! Ah well done! Now you need to knead the dough and bake pies.

Who will knead? asked the cockerel. And the mouse is mine again.

Just not me! -Sent the Cool.

Just not me! - squeaked Vert.

Thought, thought the cockerel and said:

Apparently I'll have to.

He kneaded the dough, dragged wood, flooded the stove. And as the stove was heated, he put pies in it. The mice also do not lose time: they sing, dance. Pies were baked, the cockerel took them out, laid them out on the table, and the mouse is right there. And I did not have to call them.

Oh, and I'm hungry! - squeaks Cool.

Oh, I want to eat! - squeaks Vert.

And they sat down at the table.

And the cockerel tells them:

Wait, wait! First, tell me who found the spikelet.

You have found! - screamed loudly mice.

And who threshed the spikelet? the cock asked again.

You threshed! - both said quietly.

And who wore grain to the mill?

You too, ”said Cool and Vert very quietly.

And who knead the dough? Did you carry firewood? Did you stoke the stove? Pies who baked?

All of you. All of you, mice squeaked a little audibly.

What did you do?

What to say in response? And there is nothing to say. Spin and Vert began to crawl out from the table, but the cockerel did not hold them. There is nothing to treat such loafers and lazy people with pies.

Once upon a time there were two mice, Twist and Twist, and a cockerel, the Voiced Throat. The mice only knew that they were singing and dancing, spinning and spinning. And the cockerel a little light rose, at first woke all the songs, and then set to work.

Once a cockerel swept a yard and sees a wheat spikelet on the ground.

Spin, Spin, - called the cockerel, - look what I found!

The mice came running and said:

It is necessary to thresh it.

And who will thresh? asked the cockerel.

Just not me! -Cried one.

Not me! ”Shouted another.

Okay, said the cockerel, I’ll grind it.

And set to work. And the mice began to play bast shoes.

The cockerel finished threshing and shouted:

Hey Twist, hey Twirl, look how much I threshed grain!

Now you need to carry grain to the mill, grind flour!

And who will bear it? asked the cockerel.

Just not me! -Shouted Cool.

Not me! ”Cried Vert.

Okay, said the cockerel, I’ll take the grain to the mill.

He shouldered the bag and went. And the mice meanwhile started a leapfrog. Jumping through each other, having fun.

The cockerel returned from the mill, again he calls the mice:

Here, Cool, here. Wrap up! I brought flour.

The mice came running, they looked, they did not boast:

Ah yes cockerel! Ah well done! Now you need to knead the dough and bake pies.

Who will knead? asked the cockerel. And the mouse is mine again.

Just not me! -Sent the Cool.

Just not me! - squeaked Vert.

Thought, thought the cockerel and said:

Apparently I'll have to.

He kneaded the dough, dragged wood, flooded the stove. And as the stove was heated, he put pies in it. The mice also do not lose time: they sing, dance. Pies were baked, the cockerel took them out, laid them out on the table, and the mouse is right there. And I did not have to call them.

Oh, and I'm hungry! - squeaks Cool.

Oh, I want to eat! - squeaks Vert.

And they sat down at the table.

And the cockerel tells them:

Wait, wait! First, tell me who found the spikelet.

You have found! - screamed loudly mice.

And who threshed the spikelet? the cock asked again.

You threshed! - both said quietly.

And who wore grain to the mill?

You too, ”said Cool and Vert very quietly.

And who knead the dough? Did you carry firewood? Did you stoke the stove? Pies who baked?

All of you. All of you, mice squeaked a little audibly.

What did you do?

What to say in response? And there is nothing to say. Spin and Vert began to crawl out from the table, but the cockerel did not hold them. There is nothing to treat such loafers and lazy people with pies.