Fairy tale Red Corn. The Tale of Corn Sprouts Children's fairy tale the main character is an ear of corn

05.12.2023

Have you ever heard of red corn? Haven't you heard? Well, listen.

Everything that is told here happened a long time ago, when my grandfather’s grandfather was a boy.

So, a long time ago, a mother and son lived in a small village that still huddles in the Shanjiao Mountains. The son's name was Lansheng, and he was a stately and handsome young man. Well, what about the mother? Well, it’s not without reason that the proverb says: a river cannot flow back, a person cannot return his youth. Lansheng's mother was old. Yes, that would be okay. It’s too bad that her eyes couldn’t distinguish light from dark. It's been ten years since she went blind.

So Lansheng had to work for two. He dug up edible roots in the mountains and collected brushwood to sell. This is how they lived.

Once he sold two huge fagots of brushwood at the market, and with the money he bought two handfuls of rice.

“That’s enough for my mother and I for tonight, tomorrow for the morning,” Lansheng thought and went home.

And he didn’t go halfway, he saw an old, old woman sitting by the side of the road and crying bitterly.

What's wrong with you, grandma? - Lansheng asks.

“Oh, grandson,” the old woman replies, “I fell and broke my leg on a sharp stone.”

Lansheng tore a piece from his shirt and bandaged the old lady’s leg.

The old woman tried to get up, screamed and fell again.

It looks like I'll have to carry you on my back! - Lansheng said. “Where do you live?”

“On the top of that mountain,” the old woman answered and pointed to the east.

Lansheng should have gone in the other direction - straight to the west. But he didn't say anything. He put the old woman on his back and carried her.

I walked for a long time. He went down into the gorge, forded a raging river, and climbed a steep mountain path. The sweat is dripping off of him, but still Lansheng carried the old woman to her poor hut at the very top of the mountain.

The old woman lived alone. She has neither a son nor a daughter. Lansheng took pity on her, untied his bag of rice, poured everything that was in it onto the table and said:

Here's some rice for you, grandma. I have nothing else myself.

“Thank you, granddaughter,” said the old woman. “Sit here, wait.” I'll give you a gift too.

And she hobbled out of the hut into the yard. And when she returned, the shadow of the young man had already disappeared. Apparently, this is what Lansheng thought: “The poor man gives from a pure heart, but he has nothing to give except his heart.” So he didn’t wait for the old woman and set off on the way back.

He walks along mountain paths - down and down. There is no breeze among the rocks, the sun is burning. Lansheng felt hot and thirsty. He listened - somewhere not far away a stream was babbling. The young man went in that direction. The water in the stream is clear, runs over the pebbles, and coolness emanates from it...

Lansheng bent down to scoop up a handful of water, looking - what is it! - an ear of corn floats right into his palm. Lansheng pulled it out and was surprised: where does such corn grow? Not white or yellow, but completely red, like the sun at sunset. And each grain is the size of a nut. He tried this corn - it was as sweet as honey! He chewed three grains and ate. But Lansheng hasn’t eaten anything since yesterday evening.

“I’m lucky,” he said. “I’ll take the corn home.” There will be enough food for many days.

And suddenly he felt ashamed. He thought: “It’s not my cob. Each grain contains a drop of sweat from the person who grew it. We must return it to the owner.”

The water flows downwards, which means that the corn floated from above. Lansheng had to climb the mountain again.

He walked and walked and saw a woman who was tearing up grass, probably for food for the piglets.

Lansheng asks:

Big sister, isn't this your cob?

“What are you saying,” the woman answers, “white corn grows in my field.” I've never heard of red corn.

Lansheng reached the corn field. He looked to the left - no one, looked to the right - the peasant breaks the ripe cobs and throws them into a wicker basket.

“Elder brother,” says Lansheng, “look, isn’t this your cob?”

No,” the peasant answers, “my corn is yellow, and you are showing me red.” I've never seen red corn. This kind of thing does not grow in our area.

Lansheng raised his head - how far is it still from the top of the mountain? Oh, far away! There’s nothing to do, we have to go. So he went.

The stream led him - where do you think? - to a familiar place, to a familiar hut. And a familiar old woman came out to meet him, the same one he was carrying on his back.

Tell me, grandma,” asks Lansheng, “is this your cob?”

“Mine,” the old lady answers.

So take it. Just don’t be angry, I was hungry and ate three grains.

That’s good,” says the old woman. “I sent you this cob by water as a gift.” Well, since you're back, stay with me for a little while.

Lansheng is very tired. I thought and thought and agreed.

The old lady cooked the rice that Lansheng left her. They ate and went to bed.

As soon as the sun appeared from behind the mountains, the old woman woke up Lansheng and said:

Help me loosen the earth. We will plant corn.

Lansheng began to swing the hoe - the earth flies to the sides in clods. Lansheng loosened a large piece of the field, and the old woman planted only one grain in the middle of the field.

Lansheng was surprised and wanted to ask the old lady why she did this, but then he had to be even more surprised. The earth began to move at his feet, the lumps moved apart and a sprout climbed up. It stretches before our eyes, throws out leaves, sways in the breeze.

Before the sun had time to reach the middle of the sky, an ear of corn was already tied on the corn stalk. A large cob with red grains sticking out of it. The corn is about to ripen.

Suddenly the sound of wings was heard. Lansheng looked into the sky - it was a phoenix, the king of birds himself, with golden feathers, descending.

The phoenix grabbed the cob with its claws, broke it off the stem and soared up. They only saw him.

Lansheng was upset and almost cried with frustration. And the old woman consoles him:

Don't worry, grandson. We'll plant more tomorrow. The next morning they again threw a grain of corn into the ground. The stem stretched even higher, the cob grew even fuller. Lansheng had already stretched out his hand to rip it off. But then a phoenix fell from the sky like a stone, grabbed the cob and carried it away.

Lansheng shook his fist at the phoenix. And the old lady grins.

“Don’t be angry,” he says. “It’s not for nothing that the phoenix is a magical bird.” You think what he’s doing is bad, but you look - everything turned out for the good.

“No,” said Lansheng, “I won’t give away a single cob again.”

And on the third day everything was repeated the same way as on the first day and the second. Only Lansheng was already ready. When the phoenix arrived, the young man grabbed the stem tightly with both hands. The phoenix pulls the stem towards itself, Lansheng - towards itself. Then the phoenix pulled the stem, pulled it out of the ground along with the roots and soared towards the clouds.

The phoenix carries a stem, and Lansheng hangs on the stem. The young man looked down - wow, how high! From the ground the old woman waves her hand to him:

Goodbye, granddaughter, sow corn at home, it will bring you happiness.

The phoenix flies, the wind whistles in Lansheng’s ears. The young man is scared, he closed his eyes, but still he thinks: “Even if you take me to the ends of the world, I won’t give up the corn!”

Suddenly he feels that the phoenix has begun to descend. Lansheng opened his eyes - right below them was his home hut.

The Phoenix planted Lanipen at the threshold of the hut, waved his golden wings and flew away.

And the young man pressed the precious cob to his chest and entered the house.

The fireplace in the hut is burning merrily. The mother sits by the fireplace and weaves a basket. Nearby, an unfamiliar girl is embroidering a silk belt with bright threads.

The mother raised her head... What a miracle! Her gaze is clear, her eyes glow with joy, she sees Lansheng and sees a white day. Mother has received her sight!

Lansheng rushed to her, and she rushed to Lansheng.

Son! - said the mother. “There are three joys in our house.” And the phoenix brought all three. I walked out onto the threshold, I heard wings rustling and something fell at my feet. I picked it up and felt it - an ear of corn. She ate the grain and suddenly saw the sun and the golden phoenix. On the second day - yesterday it was - the phoenix flew again and threw an ear of corn at my feet. The cob hit the ground and became a beautiful girl. Here she is sitting by the hearth, my named daughter, my faithful assistant.

The mother took the girl by the hand and led her to Lansheng. The girl glanced at the young man, then blushed softly and lowered her eyelashes.

Lansheng also admired her beauty. I would watch it until my eyes hurt! He barely took his eyes off her and asked his mother:

Both joys are great, but you said - three joys in our house...

Well, son,” the mother answered, “the greatest joy is that you returned alive and well.” Why should I see the light if you are not next to me.

From that day Lansheng lived happily. He married a beautiful girl and could look at her as much as he wanted. And the mother looked at both of them and could not get enough of it.

The three of them tilled the field behind the house, and each threw a red grain of corn into the ground.

Lansheng distributed the remaining grains to his neighbors. The whole village sowed red corn. Well, the harvest has been harvested! No one has ever seen anything like this!

Tusy, the ruler of that area, heard about the amazing corn and became angry. How dare the peasants sow red corn without his permission! How dare they harvest such a rich harvest without asking him!

So the Tus decided to punish the peasants - to take from them a tax that had never been heard of throughout the country. He sent a whole detachment of guards and three more officials to the village to look after these guards. But nothing came of the party's idea. The peasants did not pay taxes in excess of what was required. Then the officials ordered the guards to pull out the red corn in all the fields and burn it.

No such luck! The red corn was not given to them. As soon as the guards arrived in the fields, large red grains flew out of the cobs, like stones from a sling, and showered the uninvited guests with a hail of blows.

The grains are flying and trying to knock out your eyes. And if the guard closes his eyes, the grains will crush his nose or put a bump on his forehead, snap his knuckles, drum on his chest.

The guards fought with the corn all day, and in the evening they retreated in shame. And immediately each grain returned to its place on the cob. The corn is standing, showing off, the leaves are rustling, as if they are laughing after the guards.

So the detachment sent by the party left with nothing. The peasants lived in peace and contentment. And the happiest of all lived young Lansheng with his beautiful wife and friendly mother. One thing haunted him - after all, he never had time to thank the old woman. Maybe her leg hasn’t healed, maybe she needs help, take care of her home.

One day Lansheng collected a bag full of gifts and went to the mountains to visit the old woman.

I walked for a long time. Here is the stream where he caught the red cob; here is the gorge; here is a field where white corn grows; Here is a field where yellow corn grows. And here is the top of the mountain... An old woman lives here.

Lansheng just looks - there is no hut, no yard with a wicker fence... It’s empty and dull all around, as if no one had ever set foot here. Centuries-old trees sway with their branches; birds sing loudly in the leaves; a stream runs out from under the roots and rolls over the pebbles at the bottom.

Lansheng washed his face with fresh water, listened to the bird songs, crumbled the cakes he had brought to the old lady as a gift for the birds, and went home.

He realized that the old woman was not an ordinary old woman. The kind sorceress gave him red corn.

In the kingdom of Murlandia, King Aqualberto the Twentieth ruled, but because of his greed, the people simply nicknamed him - Krohobor. He really loved gifts for his birthday. And so, on his sixtieth birthday, the first minister of the kingdom, Count Covarnini, prepared a very unusual gift on behalf of all the courtiers and all the people of the kingdom.

– Roasted corn

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Once upon a time there lived in Murland a king named Akulberto the Five Thousand. But he was so greedy that everyone called him Groshovy. He never even put on a crown - he was afraid that it would fall and break. He was fifty-nine years old, in other words, about sixty.

A few months before his birthday, he ordered the chief minister, Count Khitryuga, to be called, and this is what he said to him:

Listen, Tricky, in a few months I will turn exactly sixty years old, and people, naturally, will want to give me a gift. I don’t want to know in advance what they will give me. Otherwise there will be no surprise, and without a surprise what joy is there in a gift. But I don’t need such stupid gifts as in past years.

Your Majesty, last year we gave you a wonderful golden crown.

Only on top it was made of pure gold.

And two wonderful white horses?

These were two donkeys whose ears were cut off to resemble horses.

What about the silver carriage that was given to you for your birthday three years ago?

It was impossible to turn around in it!

OK then. Now tell me what you are going to give this time.

Your Majesty, if I tell you, there will be no surprise, but the most delicious cake is a surprise.

And you say it so that I guess, but don’t understand.

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It was not for nothing that the Chief Minister was called Tricky. He came up with something in advance. After a short silence, he said:

Your Majesty, the people, presumably, would like to give you a statue.

Wonderful, wonderful! Made of bronze?

This, Your Majesty, I cannot tell you.

From marble?

Hot, hot!

Made from oak? Warm, warm!

No, I don't want it made of oak. Otherwise people will say that I have an oak head.

Your Majesty, don't worry. You will have the most beautiful statue of all.

And will she look like me?

As two drops of water.

Then I will give you, I will give...

What, Your Majesty?

Gold ring.

Oh, thank you, Your Majesty!

But I’ll only give you the hole from the ring. I'll keep the ring itself. After all, this is a gift from my grandfather Acualberto the Four Thousand.

Thank you for that too.

The cunning man bowed low to the king and went to fulfill his promise.

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And I must tell you that a few days before this the count was hunting. On the way, he became very hungry and turned to eat at the Talkative Cricket tavern, which stood at the very edge of the forest. And as soon as he sat down at the table, a man entered with such a face that the count was dumbfounded.

Who are you?

I am the owner of the tavern, the cook and the servant.

All at once? - asked the count.

All at once.

Do you know that you are like two peas in a pod like His Majesty Acualberto the Five Thousand?

I?! Yes you! I look like my father, a blacksmith from Venice.

Blacksmith?! But Venice is on the water. There are not a single horse there - only boats. Who is he nailing horseshoes to? What an eccentric your father was!

So other people said that he was an eccentric. Peasants from all the surrounding villages came to see it. On horseback.

Ah, now it’s clear. Well, have you never seen our great king?

Never.

You look amazingly like him. You can take my word for it - after all, I am his chief minister.

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During lunch, Count Hitryuga learned that the cook, servant and at the same time the owner of the tavern was called Anjolone, but he had long been given the nickname “Fried Corn”

Listen, Angiolone,” the Count finally said.

I'm listening, Your Excellency.

How much do you earn?

What if there is?

Then less. In heavy rain, rarely does anyone go hunting. And hunters come here most often.

If you do everything as I say, you will earn twenty marengos a week.

Twenty?

Yes, yes, exactly twenty. And this is what you will have to do... - He leaned over and whispered something in Anjolone’s ear.

Angiolone said

I'll repeat it now. I need to memorize everything. Now I remember.

“Excellent,” said Count Khitryuga. - First, take ten marengos.

The king's birthday has arrived. In the morning, the entire kingdom was awakened by the ringing of bells and the roar of gunfire. All the cannons of the kingdom were firing in honor of the king's sixtieth birthday.

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Ordinary people counted volleys: one volley - one marengo, two volleys - two marengos. We, poor fellows, will have to pay another sixty marengo tax to the royal treasury. The king himself was awakened by a discordant chorus of voices. Ministers, courtiers, generals and their children sang:

Congratulations to the king.

Tweedledee-tweedledee.

Enough, enough! - Acualberto shouted. - I can't stand this stupid song! I'm awake, I'm ready. Where is the gift?

“In the square, Your Majesty,” said Count Khitryuga.

Acualberto ran to the window. In the middle of the square stood a statue, and a gilded blanket was thrown over it.

That's her?

Bring me your shoes, stockings, and robe quickly!

Today we must wear the crown, Your Majesty.

But if it rains, she will get wet.

The sun is shining outside, Your Majesty.

Then it will get very hot and melt.

On your birthday, Your Majesty, it is customary to wear a crown.

“Okay,” the king said with a sigh, “bring the crown.”

Meanwhile, people gathered in the square to see what kind of statue Count Khitryuga had decided to give to the king for his hard-earned money.

I hope it’s made of wood,” one said.

If not from wood, then at least from stone,” said the second.

If not from stone, then at least from marble,” said the third.

If only it weren't made of gold! - exclaimed the fourth.

The chief minister bowed to the king and asked him to remove the veil himself.

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Before the veil had time to fall at the king’s feet, everyone exclaimed in unison:

Shut up! - the king shouted angrily. - I was the first to say “OOOO!” The statue is more magnificent, more beautiful than I expected. Trickster, you deserve a reward.

The statue was truly magnificent. She portrayed the king in full height. He held a scepter in his right hand, and raised his left hand to the sky, as if he wanted to say: “I am as beautiful as the sun.”

The king immediately recognized his clothes.

This is the robe I wore last year. And these are my pants that I wear when I go hunting.

The Chief Minister only smiled slyly.

“And how similar he is to me!” the king never tired of admiring. - My nose, my eyes, my mustache. And my complexion. But how did you manage to paint the statue so skillfully? So it's made of wood?

No, Your Majesty.

Made of bronze?

You guessed wrong, Your Majesty.

Made of silver?

Not either, Your Majesty.

Is it really... made of gold?

No, Your Majesty. This is a living statue.

How is this alive?

Look, Your Majesty, she’s breathing,” said Count Khitryuga.

Yes, yes, she breathes and even moves! - exclaimed the king.

Here the “living” statue raised its hand in greeting.

“She knows how to speak, Your Majesty,” said Count Tricky.

One hundred years of life to you, great king of Murlandia Acualberto the Five Thousandth!

Everyone applauded in unison.

Roasted Corn – Fairytale

You, of course, already guessed that it was Angiolone. He agreed to be a statue for the love of money. But now he saw that a crowd of people was greeting him, and he became truly proud.

So King Aqualberto Five Thousand, nicknamed Groshovy, received an extraordinary gift - a living statue.

It was noon and everyone went out to eat.

Angiolone was the only one left in the square. Count Tricky didn't waste his money.

By strict agreement, Angiolone had to stand in the square.

By strict agreement, Angiolone had to stand in the square from sunrise to sunset. And at night he could calmly step down from the pedestal and satisfy his hunger, because at night everyone in Murland slept, even the guards and watchmen.

At first everything went as well as possible.

Every morning the king came to admire the statue, and Angiolone greeted him from above: “Good morning, great king of Murland.”

But one day this happened.

One hunter, who had been in the forest for several weeks and was now returning to his home, rode through the square on his horse. He saw a living statue... took a closer look and exclaimed in great amazement:

Angiolone! What are you doing here, Angiolone?

Please be silent.

Silence? Why should I be silent? Are you crazy? What's that on your head?

Why do you suddenly need a crown? II why did you climb up there?

For God's sake, leave.

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A townsman passed by.

What's happened? - he asked the hunter.

And what happened was that Anjolone went crazy.

Angiolone? What other Angiolone?

Yes, the owner of the Talkative Cricket. It is also nicknamed "Grilled Corn".

Why fried?

Because he only loves fried corn and always with grated cheese

Meanwhile, many people gathered around the living statue. They all started laughing at Angiolone and shouting to him: “Roasted corn!.. Roasted corn!..”

At first, Angiolone bore the ridicule patiently. But when the boys began to throw pebbles at him, Angiolone could not stand it, got down from the pedestal, tightly grasped the lead scepter in his right hand and chased after the insolent boys, trying to hit them on the back.

But the boys deftly dodged and shouted even louder: “Fried corn!..”

Finally Angiolone got tired and wanted to climb back onto the podium, but at the last moment he changed his mind.

“I want to roast in the sun all day and listen to the ridicule of these brats. And besides, I haven’t had popcorn with cheese in a long time.”

In a word, he threw the scepter, robe, and crown to the ground and returned to his tavern, the Talkative Cricket.

The king was told that the statue was stolen by an evil wizard sent by the enemy of Murland, King Leo the Tenth of Brisland.

But no one told him. that from then on the people nicknamed him “Roast Corn.” And the king himself, until the last day of his life, thought that in the history books he would be called the Great.

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