G two Frosts, two siblings, stole across the open field, jumped from foot to foot, beat hand in hand.

One Frost says to another:

Brother Frost - Red Nose! How would we have fun - freeze people?

Another answers him:

Brother Frost - Blue nose! If people are frozen, then we don’t need to walk in an open field. All the fields were covered with snow, all the roads were covered with snow. No one will pass, no one will pass. Let's run to a clean forest! Although there is less space, but there will be more fun. Still, no, no, yes, someone will meet along the way.

No sooner said than done. Two brothers, two Frosts, ran into a clean forest. They run, they amuse themselves on the road: they jump from foot to foot, click on the fir trees, click on the pines. The old spruce forest is cracking, the young pine forest is creaking. They run through loose snow - an ice crust appears. What blade of grass will peek out from under the snow - they will blow it, as if they will humiliate it all with beads.

They heard, on the one hand, the bell is ringing, and on the other, the bell: the master is riding with the bell, and the peasant is riding with the bell.

The Frosts began to judge and decide who to freeze whom, who to run after whom.

Frost - The blue nose that was younger says:

I'd rather go after the guy. I’ll rather arm it: the short fur coat is old, patched. The hat is full of holes. On the legs, except for bast shoes, there is nothing. He, in no way, is going to chop wood ... And you, brother, as you are stronger than me, run after the master. You see, he is wearing a bear coat, a fox hat, wolf boots. Where can I deal with it! I can't cope.

Frost - Red Nose just grins.

You are still young, - he says, - brother! .. Well, so be it, let it be your way. You run after the peasant, and I will run after the master. As we get together in the evening, we will find out who had easy job, and who has a hard one. Farewell for now!

Farewell, brother!

They whistled, they clicked, they fled.

As soon as the sun went down, they met in the open field again. They ask each other:

Well, what's up?

That’s it, I think, brother, you messed up with the master, ”says the youngest of Morozov,“ but it probably didn’t work out. How was it to get through!

The elder chuckles to himself.

Eh, - he says, - brother Frost - Blue nose, you are still young. I respected the gentleman so much that he would warm himself for an hour - he would not warm up.

But what about his fur coat, and his hat, and boots?

They didn't help him. I climbed into his fur coat, and under his hat, and boots, but how it started to freeze! .. He was already shivering, he was huddling and wrapping himself up. I thought: I won’t move a single joint, maybe the frost won’t overcome me here. Yes, it was not there! I need this. As soon as I set to work on him - I let him out of the wagon, barely alive in the city. Well, what did you do with your man?

Oh, brother Frost - Red nose! You joked a bad joke with me that you didn’t bring me to my senses in time. I thought that I would freeze the peasant, but it turned out differently - he broke off all my sides.

How it is?

Yes, that's how. You yourself saw him go to cut wood. I began to penetrate him on the road: only he still does not get shy - but he also swears: such and such, he says, this frost! I felt quite embarrassed, too. I set out to stab and pinch him even more. But my amusement was short-lived. He arrived at the place, got out of the sleigh, took up the ax. I think: "Here I will break him." I climbed up to the peasant under a sheepskin coat, let's sting him. And the peasant is waving an ax, only chips fly around. Even sweat began to break through him. I see: it’s bad for me not to sit under his sheepskin coat. In the end, even the steam from the peasant threw down. I'll get away quickly. I think: "How should I be?" And the man keeps working and working. He should be cold, but no, he became hot. I look - he takes off his sheepskin coat.

I rejoiced. "Wait a minute, I say, now I'll show you myself." The coat is all wet. I'm into it. He climbed everywhere, froze the sheepskin coat so that it became a splint print. Now try it, put it on! As soon as the peasant finished his work and went up to the sheepskin coat, my heart jumped up: I’ll be glad! The peasant looked at his short fur coat and began to scold me - he went through all the words, which are worse. “Swear! - I think to myself - swear! And yet you won’t survive me!” So he wasn't limited to swearing. I chose a field that was more knotty and more authentic, and how it would take to hit a sheepskin coat! He beats me on the short fur coat, but everything scolds me. I would like to run away from there as soon as possible, but I can’t get out - it’s too painful for me to get stuck in wool. And the little man is pounding and pounding! I forcefully left him. I thought I wouldn't pick up my bones. Until now, all the sides are aching. I vowed to freeze more men.

- THE END -

Russian folk tales

interesting fairy tale about two frosts, brothers who differed from each other only in the color of the nose. And so they decided to somehow argue which of them knows how to freeze more. We chose our goal and let's catch up with the cold. The first Frost chose a gentleman for himself, and the second Frost chose a peasant. As a result, the man so finished the second brother that he lost all desire to freeze the men.

Two Frosts, two siblings, were walking across the open field, jumping from foot to foot, beating hand in hand.
One Frost says to another:


Brother Frost - Crimson nose! how would we have fun - to freeze people?
Another answers him:

Brother Frost - Blue nose! if people are frozen, it’s not for us to walk around a clean field. The field was covered with snow, all the roads were covered with snow; no one will pass, no one will pass. Let's run better to a clean forest! Although there is less space, but there will be more fun. All no, no, yes, someone will meet along the way.
No sooner said than done. Two Frosts, two siblings, ran into a clean forest. They run, they amuse themselves on the road: they jump from foot to foot, click on the fir trees, click on the pines. The old spruce forest is cracking, the young pine forest is creaking. They will run through loose snow - the bark is icy; A blade of grass peeps out from under the snow - they will blow it, as if they will humiliate it all with beads.

They heard a bell on one side, and a bell on the other: a gentleman rides with a bell, a peasant with a bell.
The Frosts began to judge and decide who to run after whom, who to freeze whom.
Frost - Blue nose like was younger says:

I'd rather go after the guy. I’ll finish him sooner: an old sheepskin coat, patched, a hat full of holes, on his legs, except for bast shoes, nothing. He’s not going to chop wood in any way ... And you, brother, how stronger than me, run after the master. You see, he is wearing a bear's coat, a fox's hat, and wolf's boots. Where am I with him! I can't cope.
Frost - Crimson Nose only laughs.


You are still young, - he says, - brother! .. Well, let it be your way. Run after the peasant, and I will run after the master. As we get together in the evening, we will find out who had an easy job, who was hard. Farewell for now!

Farewell, brother!
They whistled, they clicked, they ran.
As soon as the sun went down, they met again in an open field. They ask each other:

What?

That's it, I think, you, brother, got tired of it with the master, - says the younger one, - but, you see, it didn’t turn out to be any good.

Where was it to be taken!
The elder chuckles to himself.


Eh, - he says, - brother Frost - Blue nose, you are young and simple. I respected him so much that he would warm up for an hour - he would not warm up.

But what about a fur coat, a hat, and boots?

Didn't help. I climbed up to him and into a fur coat, and into a hat, and into boots, and how I began to shiver! .. He shudders, he huddles and wraps himself up; he thinks: let me not move a single joint, maybe the frost will not overcome me here. An was not there! I have it on hand. As I set to work on him, I let him out of the wagon a little alive in the city. Well, what did you do with your man?


Oh, brother Frost - Crimson nose! You joked a bad joke with me that you didn’t come to your senses in time. I thought - I'll freeze the man, but it turned out - he broke off my sides.

How so?

Yes, that's how. He rode, you yourself saw, chopping wood. On the way, I began to penetrate him: only he still does not become shy - he still swears: such, he says, this frost! It became quite insulting; I began to pinch and prick him more. Only for a short time was this fun for me. He arrived at the place, got out of the sleigh, set to work on the axe. I think: "Here I break him." I climbed under his sheepskin coat, let's sting him. And he is waving an ax, only chips are flying around. Even began to break through his sweat. I see: it’s bad - I can’t sit under a sheepskin coat. At the end of the indus, steam fell from him. I'm off quickly. I think: "How to be?" And the man keeps working and working. What would be chilly, but he became hot. I look - he takes off his short fur coat. I rejoiced. "Wait, I say, here I will show you myself." The short fur coat is all wet. I got into it - climbed everywhere, froze it so that it became a splint. Put it on now, try it! As soon as the peasant finished his work and went up to the sheepskin coat, my heart jumped: I’ll amuse myself! The man looked and began to scold me - he went through all the words that there were none worse. “Swear! - I think to myself, - swear! And you won’t survive me!” So he was not content with scolding. I chose a log that was more authentic and more knotty, and how it would start to beat on a sheepskin coat! He beats me on the sheepskin coat, but everything scolds me. I would like to run as soon as possible, but it hurts that I'm stuck in the wool - I can't get out. And he's pounding, he's pounding! I forcefully left. I thought I wouldn't pick up the bones. Until now, the sides are aching. I repented to freeze the men.


Two Frosts, two siblings, were walking around the open field, jumping from foot to foot, beating hand in hand. One Frost says to another:

Brother Frost - Crimson nose! How would we have fun - freeze people?

Another answers him:

Brother Frost - Blue nose! If people are frozen, it’s not for us to walk around a clean field. The field was covered with snow, all the roads were covered with snow; no one will pass, no one will pass. Let's run better to a clean forest! Although there is less space, but there will be more fun. All no, no, yes, someone will meet along the way.

No sooner said than done. Two Frosts, two siblings, ran into a clean forest. They run, they amuse themselves on the road: they jump from foot to foot, click on the fir trees, click on the pines. The old spruce forest is cracking, the young pine forest is creaking. They will run through loose snow - the bark is icy; A blade of grass peeps out from under the snow - they will blow it, as if they will humiliate it all with beads.

They heard a bell on one side, and a bell on the other: a gentleman rides with a bell, a peasant with a bell.

The Frosts began to judge and decide who to run after whom, who to freeze whom.

Frost - Blue nose like was younger says:

I'd rather go after the guy. I’ll finish him sooner: an old sheepskin coat, patched, a hat full of holes, on his legs, except for bast shoes, nothing. He, in no way, is going to chop wood ... And you, brother, how stronger than me, run after the master. You see, he is wearing a bear's coat, a fox's hat, and wolf's boots. Where am I with him! I can't cope.

Frost - Crimson Nose only laughs.

Young, he says, you are still a brother! .. Well, let it be your way. Run after the peasant, and I will run after the master. As we get together in the evening, we will find out who had an easy job, who was hard. Farewell for now!

Farewell, brother!

They whistled, they clicked, they ran.

As soon as the sun went down, they met again in an open field. They ask each other:

That's it, I think, you, brother, got tired of it with the master, - says the younger one, - but, you see, it didn’t turn out to be any good. Where was it to be taken!

The elder chuckles to himself.

Eh, - he says, - brother Frost - Blue nose, you are young and simple. I respected him so much that he would warm up for an hour - he would not warm up.

But what about a fur coat, a hat, and boots?

Didn't help. I climbed up to him and in a fur coat, and in a hat, and in boots, and how I began to shiver! He shudders, he huddles and wraps himself up, he thinks: “Let me not move a single joint, maybe the frost won’t overcome me here.” An was not there! I have it on hand. As I set to work on him, I let him out of the wagon a little alive in the city. Well, what did you do with your man?

Oh, brother Frost - Crimson nose! You joked a bad joke with me that you didn’t come to your senses in time. I thought - I'll freeze the man, but it turned out - he broke off my sides.

How so?

Yes, that's how. He rode, you yourself saw, chopping wood. Dear, I began to penetrate him: only he still does not become shy - he still swears: such, he says, this frost! It became quite insulting; I began to pinch and prick him even more. Only for a short time was this fun for me. He arrived at the place, got out of the sleigh, set to work on the axe. I think: "Here I break him." I climbed under his sheepskin coat, let's sting him. And he is waving an ax, only chips are flying around. Even began to break through his sweat.

I see: it’s bad - I can’t sit under a sheepskin coat. At the end of the indus, steam fell from him. I'm off quickly. I think: "How to be?" And the man keeps working and working. He should be chilly, but he became hot. I look - he takes off his short fur coat. I rejoiced. "Wait, I say, here I will show you myself." The short fur coat is all wet. I got into it - climbed everywhere, froze it so that it became a splint. Put it on now, try it! As soon as the peasant finished his work and went up to the sheepskin coat, my heart jumped: I’ll amuse myself! The man looked and began to scold me - he went through all the words that there were none worse.

Two Frosts, two siblings, were walking around the open field, jumping from foot to foot, beating hand in hand. One Frost says to another:
- Brother Frost - Crimson nose! how would we have fun - to freeze people?

Another answers him:
- Brother Frost - Blue nose! if people are frozen, it’s not for us to walk around a clean field. The field was covered with snow, all the roads were covered with snow; no one will pass, no one will pass. Let's run better to a clean forest! Although there is less space, but there will be more fun. All no, no, yes, someone will meet along the way.

No sooner said than done. Two Frosts, two siblings, ran into a clean forest. They run, they amuse themselves on the road: they jump from foot to foot, click on the fir trees, click on the pines. The old spruce forest is cracking, the young pine forest is creaking. They will run through loose snow - the bark is icy; A blade of grass peeps out from under the snow - they will blow it, as if they will humiliate it all with beads.

They heard a bell on one side, and a bell on the other: a gentleman rides with a bell, a peasant with a bell.

The Frosts began to judge and decide who to run after whom, who to freeze whom.

Frost - Blue nose like was younger says:
- I'd rather go after the guy. I’ll finish him sooner: an old sheepskin coat, patched, a hat full of holes, on his legs, except for bast shoes, nothing. He, in any way, is going to chop wood ... And you, brother, how stronger than me, run after the master. You see, he is wearing a bear's coat, a fox's hat, and wolf's boots. Where am I with him! I can't cope.

Frost - Crimson Nose only laughs.
- You are still young, - he says, - brother! .. Well, yes, be your way. Run after the peasant, and I will run after the master. As we get together in the evening, we will find out who had an easy job, who was hard. Farewell for now!
- Farewell, brother! They whistled, they clicked, they ran.

As soon as the sun went down, they met again in an open field. They ask each other:
- What?
- That's it, I think, you, brother, got drunk with the master, - says the younger one, - but, you see, it didn’t turn out to be any good. Where was it to be taken!

The elder chuckles to himself.
- Eh, - he says, - brother Frost - Blue nose, you are young and simple. I respected him so much that he would warm up for an hour - he would not warm up.
- But what about a fur coat, a hat, and boots?
- Didn't help. I climbed into his fur coat, and into a hat, and into boots, and how I began to shiver! he thinks: let me not move a single joint, maybe the frost will not overcome me here. An was not there! I have it on hand. As I set to work on him, I let him out of the wagon a little alive in the city. Well, what did you do with your man?
- Oh, brother Frost - Crimson nose! You joked a bad joke with me that you didn’t come to your senses in time. I thought - I'll freeze the man, but it turned out - he broke off my sides.
- How so?
- Yes, that's how. He rode, you yourself saw, chopping wood. On the way, I began to penetrate him: only he still does not become shy - he still swears: such, he says, this frost! It became quite insulting; I began to pinch and prick him more. Only for a short time was this fun for me. He arrived at the place, got out of the sleigh, set to work on the axe. I think: "Here I break him." I climbed under his sheepskin coat, let's sting him. And he is waving an ax, only chips are flying around. Even began to break through his sweat. I see: it’s bad - I can’t sit under a sheepskin coat. At the end of the indus, steam fell from him. I'm off quickly. I think: "How to be?" And the man keeps working and working. What would be chilly, but he became hot. I look - he takes off his short fur coat. I rejoiced. "Wait, I say, here I will show you myself." The short fur coat is all wet. I got into it - climbed everywhere, froze it so that it became a splint. Put it on now, try it! As soon as the peasant finished his work and went up to the sheepskin coat, my heart jumped: I’ll amuse myself! The man looked and began to scold me - he went through all the words that there were none worse. “Swear! - I think to myself, - swear! And you won’t survive me!” So he was not content with scolding. I chose a log that was more authentic and more knotty, and how it would start to beat on a sheepskin coat! He beats me on the sheepskin coat, but everything scolds me. I would like to run as soon as possible, but it hurts that I'm stuck in the wool - I can't get out. And he's pounding, he's pounding! I forcefully left. I thought I wouldn't pick up the bones. Until now, the sides are aching. I repented to freeze the men.
- That's it!


Two Frosts, two siblings, were walking around the open field, jumping from foot to foot, beating hand in hand. One Frost says to another:

Brother Frost - Crimson nose! How would we have fun - freeze people?

Another answers him:

Brother Frost - Blue nose! If people are frozen, it’s not for us to walk around a clean field. The field was covered with snow, all the roads were covered with snow: no one will pass, no one will pass. Let's run better to a clean forest! Although there is less space, but there will be more fun. Everything is no, no, but someone will meet along the way.

No sooner said than done. Two Frosts, two siblings, ran into a clean forest. They run, they amuse themselves on the road: they jump from foot to foot, click on the fir trees, click on the pines. The old spruce forest is cracking, the young pine forest is creaking. They will run through loose snow - the bark is icy; A blade of grass peeps out from under the snow - they will blow it, as if with beads they will humiliate it all.

They heard a bell on one side, and a bell on the other: a gentleman rides with a bell, a peasant with a bell.

The Frosts began to judge and decide who to run after whom, who to freeze whom.

Frost - Blue nose, as he was younger, says:

I'd rather go after the guy. I’ll finish him as soon as possible: an old sheepskin coat, patched, a hat full of holes, on the legs, except for bast shoes, - nothing. He, in any way, is going to chop wood. And you, brother, how stronger than me, run after the master. You see, he is wearing a bear's coat, a fox's hat, and wolf's boots. Where am I with him! I can't cope.

Frost - Crimson Nose only laughs.

You are still young, - he says, - brother! .. Well, yes, be your way. Run after the peasant, and I will run after the master. As we get together in the evening, we will find out who had an easy job, who was hard. Farewell for now!

Farewell, brother!

They whistled, they clicked, they ran.

As soon as the sun went down, they met again in an open field. They ask each other what?

That's it, I think, you, brother, got tired of it with the master, - says the younger one, - but, you see, it didn’t turn out to be any good. Where was it to be taken!

The elder chuckles to himself.

Eh, - he says, - brother Frost - Blue nose, you are young and simple! I respected him so much that he would warm up for an hour - he would not warm up.

But what about a fur coat, a hat, and boots?

Didn't help. I climbed up to him and into a fur coat, and a hat, and boots, but how I began to shiver! He shudders, he shrinks and wraps himself; he thinks: let me not move a single joint, maybe the frost will not overcome me here. An was not there! I have it on hand. How I set to work on him - I let him out of the wagon a little alive in the city! Well, what did you do with your man?

Oh, brother Frost - Crimson nose! You joked a bad joke with me that you didn’t come to your senses in time. I thought - I'll freeze the man, but it turned out - he broke off my sides.

How so?

Yes, that's how. He rode, you yourself saw, chopping wood. Dear, I began to penetrate him, only he still does not get shy - he still swears: such, he says, this frost. It became quite insulting; I began to pinch and prick him even more. Only for a short time was this fun for me. He arrived at the place, got out of the sleigh, set to work on the axe. I think: here I break him. I climbed under his sheepskin coat, let's sting him. And he is waving an ax, only chips are flying around. Even began to break through his sweat. I see: it’s bad - I can’t sit under a sheepskin coat. At the end of the indus, steam fell from him. I'm off quickly. I think: how to be? And the man keeps working and working. What would be chilly, but he became hot. I look: he throws off his sheepskin coat. I rejoiced. “Wait, I say, here I will show you myself!” The coat is all wet. I climbed into it, froze it so that it became a splint. Put it on now, try it! As soon as the peasant finished his work and went up to the sheepskin coat, my heart jumped: I’ll amuse myself! The man looked and began to scold me - he went through all the words that there were none worse. “Swear,” I think to myself, “swear! And you won’t survive me!” So he was not content with scolding - he chose a log that was longer and more knotty, but how he would start to beat on a sheepskin coat! He beats me on the short fur coat, but everything scolds me. I would like to run as soon as possible, but it hurts that I'm stuck in the wool - I can't get out. And he's pounding, he's pounding! I forcefully left. I thought I wouldn't pick up the bones. Until now, the sides are aching. I repented to freeze the men.