Rambler plan of the African fairy tale Lazy Woman. Lazy Guri - Armenian folk tale

They say there was a guy who lived somewhere. They married him. The young people began to live in peace and harmony, only the wife turned out to be very lazy. As soon as the work becomes more difficult, she immediately becomes ill and cannot get out of bed. Most of all she groaned during the heat summer time. She will wait until everyone has left for work, then she will immediately get up, scrape out all the rice that is in the pot, and let’s eat it, and if there is no boiled rice left, she will cook it for herself.

This is when the father-in-law says:

“I’ll bring the healers, let them feel her hands.” Our daughter-in-law has an incomprehensible illness. Let them give her medicine, but if she doesn’t get better, we’ll send her back to her father’s house and leave her there.

He really went after the healers. He brought them and asked:

– Feel our daughter-in-law’s hands and tell me what ailment torments her. We ourselves can’t imagine what’s wrong with her. Otherwise people will say, and the matchmaker too: “Look, they don’t even want to help her.”

One healer took her hand, held it and smiled. Then the other one took it and also smiled lightly. They sat down and didn’t say anything.

The owner asks them:

- What’s wrong with her, sir? What did you find? Tell me, do me a favor. How are we going to treat it?

“Her illness is serious and long-standing,” the healers say. – Try to find healing roots, crush them and give her a drink.

“I don’t understand the healing roots,” the owner answers. “I beg you: bring me some medicine to get her back on her feet.” And if you need to buy medicine and give it to her yourself, explain how to do it. Tell me everything that can help, otherwise we won’t be able to cure her.

But the conversation is taking place next to the patient, and she hears everything. So the healers say:

- That's right, sir. Since you called us, we will find a solution. But we want to say this: in order for the treatment to help her, we must first cast a spell, otherwise our remedy will not bring any benefit.

“Okay,” the owner answers. “Do whatever you need to do to cure her.” Once we start, we have to finish.

“Okay,” the healers say, “we agreed.” We will go for our remedy, and when we get it, we will talk to her, and then we will begin to give the drug.

“Hurry up, do me a favor,” the owner asks. – Bring the medicine today or – deadline – tomorrow. It’s time for work, but it’s also not right to leave a sick woman alone. We need to assign someone to her, but we don’t have enough hands anyway. Do yourself a favor, get the medicine as soon as possible, don’t delay.

“Okay,” they say, “we will find it and deliver it today.” And tomorrow we'll give it to her.

The healers said so and left the house. They paused on the threshold and explained to the owner that his daughter-in-law was suffering from lazy fever.

- How can we cure her then? – he was alarmed.

“Wait,” they say. - Not a word to anyone. We have a remedy for this case too. And you be calm.

And so, to tell the truth, both healers went into the forest, dug up two tirrha tubers, large as pumpkins, and brought them with them. In the evening they came to the sick woman’s house and said:

- We got the medicine. Today we will not treat her with it, but tomorrow, as soon as it becomes light, we will give it to her.

Just know, first of all, we will talk to you all, and the patient too, over there, at the far end of the street at the intersection, and only then we will use our remedy. We are telling you this now so that none of you will go anywhere in the morning.

“Okay,” they say. - This will do.

“So we agreed,” said the healers. - Wait, we will come early tomorrow.

Here the healers were given dinner. They ate and left.

The next day they rose with the roosters. The first thing they did was take the thyrrha tubers, take them to the end of the street and leave them there. Then they went to the sick woman’s house and got everyone there on their feet. They asked for a copper cup with water, a pinch of antimony and an old sieve. They collected what they needed and led everyone to the end of the street to the intersection. There they sat the sick woman on a sieve and anointed her with pig droppings. Then they took both thyrrha tubers, hung them around her neck and said:

- You, daughter-in-law, walk three times up and three times down the street, and we will wait for you here. You will walk three times and thereby remove the interference that the dark forces create for us, then we too will be able to leave this place. Don’t hesitate and go quickly three times in both directions.

To tell the truth, this daughter-in-law walked down the street like that, and all the people looked at her and laughed loudly, and the kids ran after her in a crowd, clapping their hands, slapping their buttocks, jumping up and squealing with joy. Even the relatives who remained standing at the end of the street were bursting with laughter. She passed once, the healers told her:

“Remember, carry this medicine on you until you get better.” Well, when you are completely healthy, untie it and throw it away.

The daughter-in-law walked down the street for the second time, and the people laughed at her so much that she could not stand the shame, tore the “medicine” away from her, and went home as fast as she could. More laughter followed.

As she ran away, the whole family also returned home, and the healers asked her:

“Tell me, daughter-in-law, didn’t you stop taking our medicine and throw it away because you immediately got better?”

Then she laughed at herself, and the healers said to her:

- Look, don’t ever have pain like that again, otherwise we’ll bring this medicine again. We can recognize any illness.

From that day on, the daughter-in-law recovered, never pretended to be sick again, and worked diligently. This is how the lazy daughter-in-law corrected herself - they taught her not to be lazy.

Once upon a time there lived a woman. She had one only daughter and her name was Guri. This Guri was such a lazy person, such a slacker and white-handed, that all she did all day was do nothing:

Why should I work? Why should I work? It won’t be useful to me in life. I don’t need all these worries at all, I won’t earn happiness with this. If it were my will, I would walk. If it were my will, I would dance. I would sit If I were on the bench, Yes, my legs were dangling! I would eat and drink what I like. And I would sleep, - When sleep copes with me.

For this behavior, the neighbors nicknamed the girl – Lazy Guri. Just birth mother praised her slacker daughter to everyone:

She is skilled at all sorts of things, My daughter, a needlewoman: And she knits and spins, And she cuts and sews, And she knows how to cook deliciously, And she will warm you up with a kind word. And whoever marries her will certainly not be lost!

The young merchant heard these words and thought: “This is just the kind of girl I would marry.” He went to Guri’s house and wooed her. They got married and he brought his young wife to his house.

After some time, he brought a large bale of cotton and asked Guri to knead it thoroughly, comb it and spin the yarn while he went about his merchant business. He told Guri that he would take the yarn she spun with him to other countries and sell it there. “If we’re lucky, maybe we’ll get rich.” - He said so and left.

After his departure, Guri began to do her favorite thing: idle. One day she was walking along the river bank. Suddenly he hears frogs croaking: “Kwa-a-a, qua-a-a...” Hey, little frogs! – Lazy Guri shouted to them. “If I bring you a bale of cotton, maybe you will comb it and spin the threads?” “Kwa-a-a, kwa-a-a.” The croaking of the frogs seemed affirmative to Guri. And she, rejoicing that there was someone who would do her work for her, ran home.

Guri returned to the river bank with a bale of cotton that her husband had left for her and threw it into the water. “Here’s a job for you: comb this cotton and spin yarn.” And I will come here in a few days, take the threads and go sell them at the market. Several days have passed. Guri came to the frogs. The frogs, of course, croak: - Kva-a-a, qua-a-a.. - What are these frogs, you all “kva-a-a” to “kva-a-a”. Where are my threads?

The frogs only continued to croak in response. Guri looked around and noticed green mud and algae on the rocks near the shore. “Oh!” What have you done? You not only combed my cotton and spun yarn from it, you also wove your own carpet! Guri grabbed her rosy cheeks with her hands and began to cry. “Okay, so be it: keep the carpet for yourself, and give me the money for the cotton.”

She screamed, demanding money from the frogs, and got so carried away that she climbed into the water. Suddenly, her foot stumbled upon something hard. She bent down and picked up a gold nugget from the bottom. Guri thanked the frogs, took the gold and went home. The merchant returned from his trip. He looks: there is a large piece of gold on a shelf at home. He was surprised and asked: “Listen, wife!” Where did this piece of gold come from on our shelf?

Then Guri told him about how she sold the cotton to the frogs and how she got gold for it. The husband was simply delighted. To celebrate, he invited his mother-in-law home, gave her many different gifts and began to praise her and thank her for raising such a smart handicraft daughter.

And the mother-in-law was a shrewd woman. She immediately realized that something was wrong here and quickly guessed how things really were. She was immediately afraid that now her father-in-law would give her daughter some other job. And everything that is so hidden will come out. And then a beetle flew into the room where the celebration in honor of Guri was taking place. It flew back and forth over people's heads and buzzed loudly. Then the mother-in-law suddenly stood up and greeted the beetle: “Hello, hello, dear auntie!” My poor aunt, you are always busy with business and worries, working tirelessly. And why do you need all this, why?

These words simply struck my son-in-law like lightning: “Mom, are you okay?” What are you saying here? How can this beetle be your aunt? And the mother-in-law says: “Listen to me, son.” You know that I have no secrets from you, because you are like my own son. Imagine, but this is so - the beetle is my aunt. The fact is that she had to work day after day. And the more work she had, the harder she worked, the smaller and smaller she became, until she turned into a beetle. This can happen to everyone in our family, because we are very hardworking. But those of us who overwork become small and turn into bugs.

When the son-in-law heard this, he immediately forbade his wife to do any work, so that God forbid she would turn into a beetle like her aunt.

In one family there grew up a girl named Dogbe. She had many brothers and sisters. All children helped their parents with work in the field and at home. Only Dogbe did not know how to do anything and did not want to learn anything. So she grew up lazy.

She grew up and turned into a very beautiful girl. One young man fell in love with Dogbe for her beauty and came to woo her. But Dogbe’s parents refused him, saying that he would not be happy with such a wife. After all, she won’t even be able to prepare akassa for him - Dogbe’s hands are completely inept.

The young man left, and the offended Dogbe began to cry bitterly. She cried all day and went to bed in tears. And the next morning she began to ask her mother to help her - she wanted to be hard-working and skillful.

Learn to cook first, daughter. At least here's the acassa. It's not at all difficult to prepare. Take corn, fill it with water for a day, then the ceilings. Fill the resulting flour with water again. The bran will float to the top, remove it from the rest of the flour, and set the dough to cook. While it is cooking, add water to it and stir all the time. If the dough floats to the top, it means it is cooked. You can make bread out of it.

Then wrap them in leaves and take them to the market.

The next day, as soon as Dogbe woke up, she took money from her father, bought corn and began to prepare bread, as her mother taught her. And then she took it to the market to sell.

She did this every day and earned a lot of money.

One day, the young man who was wooing Dogbe went to the market and bought several loaves of bread there. He liked them. He began to ask who made such delicious bread, and was very happy when he found out that it was Dogbe bread. Soon he married Dogba.

The young couple were very happy, and the husband could not be happier with his hardworking wife.

Once upon a time there lived a woman. She had one only daughter and her name was Guri. This Guri was such a lazy person, such a slacker and white-handed, that she did nothing but do all day long:

Why should I work?
Why should I work?
I won't need this in my life.
I don't need all these worries at all,
This will not earn me happiness.
If it were up to me, I would walk.
If it were up to me, I would dance.
I would sit on the bench
Yes, she was swinging her legs!
I wish I could eat and drink
What I like.
And I would sleep, -
When sleep gets the better of me.
For this behavior, the neighbors nicknamed the girl - Lazy Guri. As soon as her own mother praised her idle daughter to everyone:
Handy at anything
My daughter, needlewoman:
And she knits and spins,
And she cuts and sews,
And he knows how to cook deliciously,
And with a kind word he will warm you up.
And who will marry her, -
It certainly won't go to waste!
The young merchant heard these words and thought: “This is just the kind of girl I would marry.”
He went to Guri’s house and wooed her. They got married and he brought his young wife to his house.
After some time, he brought a large bale of cotton and asked Guri to knead it thoroughly, comb it and spin the yarn while he went about his merchant business. He told Guri that he would take the yarn that she spun with him to other countries and sell it there.
- If we're lucky, maybe we'll get rich. - He said so and left.
After his departure, Guri began to do her favorite thing: idle.
One day she was walking along the river bank. Suddenly he hears frogs croaking:
- Kwa-a-a, qua-a-a..
- Hey, frogs! - Lazy Guri shouted to them. - If I bring you a bale of cotton, maybe you will comb it and spin the threads?
- Kwa-a-a, qua-a-a..
The croaking of the frogs seemed affirmative to Guri. And she, rejoicing that there was someone who would do her work for her, ran home.
Guri returned to the river bank with a bale of cotton that her husband had left her and threw it into the water.
- Here's a job for you: comb this cotton and spin the yarn. And I will come here in a few days, take the threads and go sell them at the market.
Several days passed. Guri came to the frogs. The frogs, of course, croak:
- Kwa-a-a, qua-a-a..
- What are these little frogs? Where are my threads?
The frogs only continued to croak in response. Guri looked around and noticed green mud and algae on the rocks near the shore.
- Oh! What have you done? Not only did you comb my cotton and spin it into yarn, you also wove your own carpet!
Guri grabbed her rosy cheeks with her hands and began to cry.
- Well, okay, let it be this way: keep the carpet for yourself, and give me the money for the cotton.
She screamed, demanding money from the frogs, and got so carried away that she climbed into the water.
Suddenly, her foot stumbled upon something hard. She bent down and picked up a gold nugget from the bottom. Guri thanked the frogs, took the gold and went home.
The merchant returned from his trip. He looks: there is a large piece of gold on a shelf at home. He was surprised and asked:
- Listen, wife! Where did this piece of gold come from on our shelf?
Then Guri told him about how she sold the cotton to the frogs and how she got gold for it.
My husband was simply delighted. To celebrate, he invited his mother-in-law home, gave her many different gifts and began to praise her and thank her for raising such a smart handicraft daughter.
And the mother-in-law was a shrewd woman. She immediately realized that something was wrong here and quickly guessed how things really were. She was immediately afraid that now her father-in-law would give her daughter some other job. And everything that is so hidden will come out.
And then a beetle flew into the room where the celebration in honor of Guri was taking place. It flew back and forth over people's heads and buzzed loudly. Then the mother-in-law suddenly stood up and greeted the beetle:
- Hello, hello, dear auntie! My poor aunt, you are always busy with business and worries, working tirelessly. And why do you need all this, why?
These words simply struck my son-in-law like lightning:
- Mom, are you okay? What are you saying here? How can this beetle be your aunt?
And the mother-in-law says:
- Listen to me, son. You know that I have no secrets from you, because you are like my own son. Imagine, but it’s true - the beetle is my aunt. The fact is that she had to work day after day. And the more work she had, the harder she worked, the smaller and smaller she became, until she turned into a beetle. This can happen to everyone in our family, because we are very hardworking. But those of us who overwork become small and turn into bugs.
When the son-in-law heard this, he immediately forbade his wife to do any work, so that God forbid she would turn into a beetle like her aunt.

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In one family there grew up a girl named Dogbe. She had many brothers and sisters. All children helped their parents with work in the field and at home. Only Dogbe did not know how to do anything and did not want to learn anything. So she grew up lazy.

She grew up and turned into a very beautiful girl. One young man fell in love with Dogbe for her beauty and came to woo her. But Dogbe’s parents refused him, saying that he would not be happy with such a wife. After all, she won’t even be able to prepare akassa for him - Dogbe’s hands are completely inept.

The young man left, and the offended Dogbe began to cry bitterly. She cried all day and went to bed in tears. And the next morning she began to ask her mother to help her - she wanted to be hard-working and skillful.

- Learn to cook first, daughter. At least here's the acassa. It's not at all difficult to prepare. Take corn, fill it with water for a day, then the ceilings. Fill the resulting flour with water again. The bran will float to the top, remove it from the rest of the flour, and set the dough to cook. While it is cooking, add water to it and stir all the time. If the dough floats to the top, it means it’s cooked. You can make bread out of it. Then wrap them in leaves and take them to the market.

The next day, as soon as Dogbe woke up, she took money from her father, bought corn and began to prepare bread, as her mother taught her. And then she took it to the market to sell.