TO As I have heard the tale, I will tell you.
In ancient times, there lived a man with his wife. And their pretty daughter grew up. The maiden took everyone: for her maternity, and for her height, and for a favor.
Looking at her, people rejoiced: the girl is courteous, affectionate, friendly with everyone. I was in a hurry to help with all she could.
But then misfortune befell her, misfortune came. The girl's mother died.
How much time has passed, you never know - the father married the widow. And the widow brought her daughter to the house. And there were four of them in the family.
It is not joyful to live as an orphan, and it became even worse under the stepmother.
She didn’t live her own daughter, amused her, and from the first day she took a dislike to her stepdaughter.
The orphan got up with the roosters, washed her face with tears, and managed the household until midnight. She carried wood, and walked on the water, and milked the cows, and weaved and spun.
And the evil woman only shouted:
- You are clumsy, you scoundrel! Breadman got on my head!

Once the father opened the chest that was the first from his wife. And in the chest there is a kokoshnik, adorned with pearls, and warmth, trimmed with fur, and different clothes, and morocco boots, and a gold ring with an expensive pebble.
“We'll divide it equally, and our daughters will have a dowry,” said the father.
And the envious stepmother with her daughter harbored a black thought.
“Divide such wealth into two parts,” the stepmother whispered to her daughter. - Yes, with such and such a dowry, you will not marry a peasant, you will marry a lapotnik. We will find the merchant's son too. Just don’t blunder!
After that conversation, some time passed, the girls gathered in the forest to go picking berries. And the father jokingly says to them:
- Well, whoever brings the most berries, the one who shares the dowry will get a little more.
Girls walk in the forest, hunt around, pick berries. And as it got dark, they met in a clearing.

The stepmother’s daughter looked - priests’s lights, the old daughter’s basket was full, but she had nothing at all, just at the very bottom! Here she remembered her mother's speeches: not to divide the dowry into two parts ...
And when they passed through the swamp, the stepmother's daughter grabbed a basket of berries from her half-sister and pushed it off the perch bars into the bottomless swamp.
- Dear sister, help me - the girl begged, - I am drowning, I am dying!
- I'll help you! Tony, you can't get out of this swamp. And all the dowry will go to me alone! - shouted the stepmother's daughter.
She got over the swamp and ran home at a run. On the road, she poured the berries into her body - one to one, large, clean, and buried her half-sister's basket in the moss.
- Clever, my clever girl! - met her mother. - Look, old man, how many berries my daughter has collected!
- Why didn't you come together? - asked the father.
- We parted with her, - answered the stepmother's daughter, - I went around, around, so no one responded to me. I decided that she had filled the basket before me and went home alone.
- Well, where is she, daughter, before you manage. She fell asleep somewhere, so she didn't hear you! - the woman laughed.
The evening passed and the night passed. In the morning the old man got up early.
- We have to go look for my daughter, - he says, - apparently, trouble has hit.
Gathered the neighbors. They went into the forest. And Baba's daughter is with them.
- Here, - says, - we parted and never saw each other.
We walked and walked through the forest all day from morning to evening, but they never found it, and returned home with nothing.
Summer is already running out. An old wanderer walks and walks along those paths. I stepped on the perches-crossbeams, and a grass pipe grows in a mellow place. The old man cut this pipe off, put it to his lips and just blew into it, when he hears: the pipe sang, played, piteously cried out:

Play, grandpa, play
Play, darling, play.

And now they ruined me
For red berries
Yes, for mother's dowry
Drowned in a rotten swamp!

And late in the evening, an old wanderer came to that village, asked to spend the night in the extreme hut, just in the house where the orphan-girl was lost.
After supper, the old wanderer spoke:
- I cut a pipe not far from your village. So funny: she sings and pronounces herself. But take this, master, blow this pipe!
As soon as the owner blew on the pipe, she began to sing, began to speak:

Play, my father, play
Play, darling, play.
There were two of us half-sisters,
And now they ruined me
For red berries
Yes, for mother's dowry
Drowned in a rotten swamp!

The old man's face changed. He handed the pipe to his stepdaughter:
- Come on, you play!
As soon as she raised the pipe to her lips, the pipe began to sing, and began to play:

Play, step sister, play
Play, goofy, play
Play, gas chamber, play!
You killed me
I drowned in a rotten swamp,
For red berries
Yes, for mother's dowry
Has taken my life!

The father rushed after the attesting witnesses. The girl-gas chamber, and at the same time her mother, an evil woman, was tied up, they put a guard on them.
And the father and the old wanderer and with the attesting witnesses ran to the swamp. They looked, looked and soon pulled out the girl. They washed it, ritualized it. Then she opened her eyes, said:
- Oh, how long I slept and a lot of things I saw in my dreams! Do not keep, my dear father, neither the feisty women, nor the villainous daughter. Neither you nor me will live with them.
To celebrate, the father forgave the evil woman and the villainous stepdaughter, drove them out of the yard:
- Go back where you came from!

- THE END -

As I heard the tale, I am telling it.

In the old days, there lived a husband and wife. And their daughter grew up pretty. The maiden took everyone: both in height, and in majesty, and in a favor.

Looking at her, people rejoiced: the girl is friendly, affectionate, courteous with everyone. I was in a hurry to help everyone I could.

But then misfortune came, misfortune came. The girl's mother died.

How much, little time has passed - the father married the widow. And the widow brought her daughter into the house. And there were four in the family.

It is not joyful to live as an orphan, and it became even worse under the stepmother.

She did not live her own daughter, amused, and she disliked her stepdaughter from the first day.

The orphan got up with the roosters, washed her face with tears, and managed the household until midnight. And she spun, and weaved, and walked on the water, and carried firewood, and milked the cows.

And the evil woman only shouted:

- You wretch, you wretch! Breadman got on my head!

Once the father opened the chest that remained from the first wife. And in the chest there is soul warmer, trimmed with fur, and a kokoshnik adorned with pearls, and half morocco boots, and a gold ring with an expensive pebble, and different clothes.

“We'll divide it equally, and our daughters will have a dowry,” said the father.

And the envious stepmother with her daughter harbored a black thought.

“Divide this wealth in two,” the stepmother whispered to her daughter. - Yes, with such and such a dowry, we will find the merchant's son. You will not marry a peasant, you will marry a bast shoe. Just don’t blunder!

It took some time after that conversation, the girls gathered to go for berries. And the father jokingly says to them:

- Well, whoever of you brings the most berries will get a little more when dividing the dowry.

Girls walk in the forest, go around, take berries. And as it got dark, they met in a clearing. The stepmother’s daughter looked - priests’s lights, the old daughter’s basket was full, but she had nothing at all, only on the bottom! Here I remembered mother's speeches: not to divide the dowry into two shares ...

And as they passed through the swamp, the stepmother's daughter grabbed a basket of berries from her stepsister and pushed it off the perch-beams into the bottomless swamp.

- I am drowning, I am dying, dear sister, - the girl begged, - help me!

- I'll help you! Tony, you can't get out of this swamp. And I alone will get the whole dowry! - shouted the stepmother's daughter.

I got over the swamp and ran home at a run. On the road, she poured berries into her body - clean, large, one to one, and buried her half-sister's basket in the moss.

- Clever, my clever girl! - met her mother. - Look, old man, how many berries my daughter has collected!

- Why didn't you come together? - asked the father.

- We parted with her, - answered the stepmother's daughter, - I went around, around, but no one answered me; I think I took the basket earlier and went home.

- Well, where is she, daughter, before you manage. I fell asleep somewhere, so I didn't hear you! - the woman laughed.

The evening passed and the night passed. In the morning the old man got up early.

- We must go and look, - he says, - apparently, trouble has hit.

Gathered the neighbors. They went into the forest. And Baba's daughter is with them.

We walked, walked day from morning to evening, and so we returned with nothing.

Summer is already running out. An old wanderer walks and walks along those paths. I stepped on the perches-crossbeams, and a grass pipe grows in a mellow place. The old man cut that pipe off, put it to his lips and just blew into it, when he hears: she started playing, the pipe sang, piteously cried out:

- Play, play, grandpa,

Play, play, darling.

And now they ruined me

For red berries

Yes, for mother's dowry

Drowned in a rotten swamp!

And then the old wanderer came late in the evening to that village, asked to spend the night in the last hut, just in the house where the orphan-girl was lost.

After supper, the old wanderer spoke:

“I cut a pipe not far from your village. So funny: she sings and pronounces herself. Take it, master, blow this pipe!

As soon as the owner blew his pipe, as she spoke, she sang:

- Play, play, my father,

Play, play, darling.

We were two half-sisters,

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Magic pipe, a bit of a sad fairy tale, but at the end it has a good and positive end. You can read it on our website for your brainchild online and for free. By reading a fabulous work, you can thereby show and convey for your baby almost all the sinful events from this work. You can also show those sad events that a wrong and sinful life can lead to. No matter how many crimes and sins a person does, and would remain unpunished, all the same, sooner or later, all his sinful actions will come out. In the end, he will pay in full for his actions and the retribution will be very serious. This tale is a vivid example of this. Fairy tale Magic pipe is not very large in size and content. It is also not very colorful and picturesque, but it is clearly written about kindness, which almost always and every time prevails over the sinful and wrong actions of a person.

What the fairy tale Teaches the Magic pipe

The tale teaches that good always wins!

Expecting her punishment and justice, the soul of the drowned girl fell into thick reeds in the water. At a time when the time came for justice and retribution, the old wizard made a beautiful, magical pipe from that earthly plant. The magician brought this pipe to the house where the dear girl's dear lived. Two evil criminals also lived there, this is a stepmother and a sister. It was through their sinful actions that the girl died. A beautiful, kind and innocent girl was able to tell the whole sad story with the help of a pipe. In the end, the truth prevailed and everyone got what they deserved. After all, everyone knows that truth always wins and prevails over evil. This happens and happens not only in fairy tales, this often happens in real life too. This page presents this cautionary tale, which can be read online and free of charge.

Text of the fairy tale Magic pipe

As I heard the tale, I am telling it.

In the old days, there were husband and wife. And their daughter grew up pretty. The maiden took everyone: both in height, and in majesty, and in a favor.

Looking at her, people rejoiced: the girl is friendly, affectionate, courteous with everyone. I was in a hurry to help everyone I could.

But then misfortune came, misfortune came. The girl's mother died.

How much, little time has passed - the father married the widow. And the widow brought her daughter into the house. And there were four in the family.

It is not joyful to live as an orphan, and it became even worse under the stepmother.

She did not live her own daughter, amused, and she disliked her stepdaughter from the first day.

The orphan got up with the roosters, washed her face with tears, and managed the household until midnight. And she spun, and weaved, and walked on the water, and carried firewood, and milked the cows.

And the evil woman only shouted:

- You wretch, you wretch! Breadman got on my head!

Once the father opened the chest that remained from the first wife. And in the chest there is soul warmer, trimmed with fur, and a kokoshnik adorned with pearls, and morocco ankle boots, and a gold ring with an expensive pebble, and different clothes.

“We'll divide it equally, and our daughters will have a dowry,” said the father.

And the envious stepmother with her daughter harbored a black thought.

“Divide this wealth in two,” the stepmother whispered to her daughter. - Yes, with such and such a dowry, we will find the merchant's son. You will not marry a peasant, you will marry a bast shoe. Just don’t blunder!

It took some time after that conversation, the girls gathered to go for berries. And the father jokingly says to them:

“Well, whoever of you brings the most berries, the one who shares the dowry will get a little more.

Girls walk in the forest, go around, take berries. And as it got dark, they met in a clearing. The stepmother's daughter looked - priests' lights! - the old daughter's basket is full, but she has nothing at all, only on the bottom! Here I remembered mother's speeches: not to divide the dowry into two shares ...

And as they passed through the swamp, the stepmother's daughter grabbed a basket of berries from her stepsister and pushed it off the perch-beams into the bottomless swamp.

- I am drowning, I am dying, dear sister, - the girl begged, - help me!

- I'll help you! Tony, you can't get out of this swamp. And I alone will get the whole dowry! - shouted the stepmother's daughter.

I got over the swamp and ran home at a run. On the road, she poured berries into her body - clean, large, one to one, and buried her half-sister's basket in the moss.

- Clever, my clever girl! - met her mother. - Look, old man, how many berries my daughter has collected!

- Why didn't you come together? - asked the father.

- We parted with her, - answered the stepmother's daughter, - I went around, around, but no one answered me; I think I took the basket earlier and went home.

- Well, where is she, daughter, before you manage. I fell asleep somewhere, so I didn't hear you! - the woman laughed.

The evening passed and the night passed.

In the morning the old man got up early.

- We must go and look, - he says, - apparently, trouble has hit.

Gathered the neighbors. They went into the forest. And Baba's daughter is with them.

- Here, - says, - we parted and never saw each other.

We walked, walked day from morning to evening, and so we returned with nothing.

Summer is already running out. An old wanderer walks and walks along those paths. I stepped on the perches-crossbeams, and a grass pipe grows in a mellow place. The old man cut that pipe off, put it to his lips and just blew into it, when he hears: she started playing, the pipe sang, piteously cried out:

- Play, play, grandpa,
Play, play, darling.

And now they ruined me
For red berries
Yes, for mother's dowry
Drowned in a rotten swamp!

And then the old wanderer came late in the evening to that village, asked to spend the night in the last hut, just in the house where the orphan-girl was lost.

After supper, the old wanderer spoke:

“I cut a pipe not far from your village. So funny: she sings and pronounces herself. Take it, master, blow this pipe!

As soon as the owner blew on the pipe, she began to speak and began to sing:

- Play, play, grandpa,
Play, play, darling.
We were two half-sisters,
And now they ruined me
For red berries
Yes, for mother's dowry
Drowned in a rotten swamp!

The old man's face changed. He handed the pipe to his stepdaughter:

- Come on, play!

As soon as she raised the pipe to her lips, she began to play, and began to sing the pipe:

- Play, play, step sister,
Play, play, daredevil,
Play, play, gas chamber!
You killed me
I drowned in a rotten swamp,
For red berries
Yes, for mother's dowry
Has taken my life!

The father rushed after the attesting witnesses. The girl-daredevil, and at the same time her mother, an evil woman, was tied up, sent a guard.

And the father, with the attesting witnesses and the old wanderer, ran into the swamp. They looked, looked and soon pulled out the girl. They washed her, ritualized her. Then she opened her eyes, said:

- Oh, how long I slept and saw a lot in a dream! Do not keep, my dear father, neither the feisty women, nor the villainous daughter. Neither you nor me will live from them.

The father forgave the evil woman and the villainous stepdaughter to joy, drove them out of the yard:

- Go where you came from!

As I heard the tale, I am telling it.

In the old days, there were husband and wife. And their daughter grew up pretty. The maiden took everyone: both in height, and in majesty, and in a favor.

Looking at her, people rejoiced: the girl is friendly, affectionate, courteous with everyone. I was in a hurry to help everyone I could.

But then misfortune came, misfortune came. The girl's mother died.

How much, little time has passed - the father married the widow. And the widow brought her daughter into the house. And there were four in the family.

It is not joyful to live as an orphan, and it became even worse under the stepmother.

She did not live her own daughter, amused, and she disliked her stepdaughter from the first day.

The orphan got up with the roosters, washed her face with tears, and managed the household until midnight. And she spun, and weaved, and walked on the water, and carried firewood, and milked the cows.

And the evil woman only shouted:

You wretch, wretch! Breadman got on my head!

Once the father opened the chest that remained from the first wife. And in the chest there is soul warmer, trimmed with fur, and a kokoshnik adorned with pearls, and morocco ankle boots, and a gold ring with an expensive pebble, and different clothes.

We divide equally, and our daughters will have a dowry, - said the father.

And the envious stepmother with her daughter harbored a black thought.

Divide such wealth into two shares, - the stepmother whispered to her daughter. - Yes, with such and such a dowry, we will find the merchant's son. You will not marry a peasant, you will marry a bast shoe. Just don’t blunder!

It took some time after that conversation, the girls gathered to go for berries. And the father jokingly says to them:

Well, whoever of you brings the most berries, the one who shares the dowry will get a little more.

Girls walk in the forest, go around, take berries. And as it got dark, they met in a clearing. The stepmother's daughter looked - priests' lights! - the old daughter's basket is full, but she has nothing at all, only on the bottom! Here I remembered mother's speeches: not to divide the dowry into two shares ...

And as they passed through the swamp, the stepmother's daughter grabbed a basket of berries from her stepsister and pushed it off the perch-beams into the bottomless swamp.

I am drowning, I am dying, dear sister, - the girl begged, - help me!

I'll help you! Tony, you can't get out of this swamp. And I alone will get the whole dowry! - shouted the stepmother's daughter.

I got over the swamp and ran home at a run. On the road, she poured berries into her body - clean, large, one to one, and buried her half-sister's basket in the moss.

Clever, my clever girl! - met her mother. - Look, old man, how many berries my daughter has collected!

Why didn't you come together? - asked the father.

We parted with her, - answered the stepmother's daughter, - I went around, around, but no one answered me; I think I took the basket earlier and went home.

Well, where is she, daughter, before you manage. I fell asleep somewhere, so I didn't hear you! - the woman laughed.

The evening passed and the night passed.

In the morning the old man got up early.

We must go and look, - he says, - apparently, trouble has struck.

Gathered the neighbors. They went into the forest. And Baba's daughter is with them.

Here, - says, - we parted and never saw each other.

We walked, walked day from morning to evening, and so we returned with nothing.

Summer is already running out. An old wanderer walks and walks along those paths. I stepped on the perches-crossbeams, and a grass pipe grows in a mellow place. The old man cut that pipe off, put it to his lips and just blew into it, when he hears: she started playing, the pipe sang, piteously cried out:

Play, play, grandpa,

Play, play, darling.

And now they ruined me

For red berries

Yes, for mother's dowry

Drowned in a rotten swamp!

And then the old wanderer came late in the evening to that village, asked to spend the night in the last hut, just in the house where the orphan-girl was lost.

After supper, the old wanderer spoke:

I cut a pipe not far from your village. So funny: she sings and pronounces herself. Take it, master, blow this pipe!

As soon as the owner blew on the pipe, she began to speak and began to sing:

Play, play, grandpa,

Play, play, darling.

We were two half-sisters,

And now they ruined me

For red berries

Yes, for mother's dowry

Drowned in a rotten swamp!

The old man's face changed. He handed the pipe to his stepdaughter:

Come on, play!

As soon as she raised the pipe to her lips, she began to play, and began to sing the pipe:

Play, play, step sister

Play, play, daredevil,

Play, play, gas chamber!

You killed me

I drowned in a rotten swamp,

For red berries

Yes, for mother's dowry

Has taken my life!

The father rushed after the attesting witnesses. The girl-daredevil, and at the same time her mother, an evil woman, was tied up, sent a guard.

And the father, with the attesting witnesses and the old wanderer, ran into the swamp. They looked, looked and soon pulled out the girl. They washed her, ritualized her. Then she opened her eyes, said:

Oh, how long I slept and saw a lot in my dreams! Do not keep, my dear father, neither the feisty women, nor the villainous daughter. Neither you nor me will live from them.

The father forgave the evil woman and the villainous stepdaughter to joy, drove them out of the yard:

Go where you came from!

In ancient times, there lived a husband and wife. And their daughter grew up. The maiden took everyone: both in height, and in majesty, and in a favor. Looking at her, people rejoiced: the girl is friendly, affectionate, courteous with everyone. I was in a hurry to help everyone I could.
But then misfortune befell, misfortune came. The girl's mother died.

How much, little time has passed - the father married the widow. And the widow brought her daughter into the house. And there were four in the family. It is not joyful to live as an orphan, and it became even worse under the stepmother. She did not live her own daughter, amused, and she disliked her stepdaughter from the first day. The orphan got up with the roosters, washed her face with tears, and managed the household until midnight. And she spun, and weaved, and walked on the water, and carried firewood, and milked the cows.
And the evil woman only shouted:
- You are an inept, you scoundrel! Breadman got on my head!

Once the father opened the chest that remained from the first wife. And in the chest there is a warmth, trimmed with fur, and a kokoshnik adorned with pearls, and morocco ankle boots, and a gold ring with an expensive pebble, and different clothes.
"We'll divide it equally, and our daughters will have a dowry," said the father.
And the envious stepmother with her daughter harbored a black thought.
“Divide this wealth in two,” the stepmother whispered to her daughter. - Yes, with such and such a dowry, we will find the merchant's son. You will not marry a peasant, you will marry a bast shoe. Just don’t blunder!

It took some time after that conversation, the girls gathered to go for berries. And the father jokingly says to them:
“Well, whoever of you brings the most berries, the one who shares the dowry will get a little more.

Girls walk in the forest, hunt around, pick berries. And in the evening, they met in a clearing. The stepmother’s daughter looked - father’s light, the old daughter’s basket was full, but she had nothing at all, only on the bottom! Here I remembered mother's words: not to divide the dowry into two shares ... And as they passed through the swamp, the stepmother's daughter grabbed a basket of berries from her half-sister and pushed it off the perch-beams into the bottomless swamp.
“I’m drowning, I’m dying, my dear sister,” the girl begged, “help me!
-? I'll help you! Tony, you can't get out of this swamp. And I alone will get the whole dowry! - shouted the stepmother's daughter.

I got over the swamp and ran home at a run. On the road, she poured berries into her body - clean, large, one to one, and buried her half-sister's basket in the moss.
-? Clever, my clever girl! - met her mother. - Look, old man, how many berries my daughter has collected!
- Why didn't you come together? - asked the father.
“We parted with her,” replied the stepmother’s daughter, “I hunted, hunted, but no one responded to me, I think I picked up a basket earlier and went home.
- Well, where is she, daughter, before you manage. I fell asleep somewhere, so I didn't hear you! - the woman laughed.

The evening passed and the night passed. In the morning the old man got up early.
“We have to go and look,” he says, “apparently, trouble has struck.
Gathered the neighbors. They went into the forest. And Baba's daughter is with them.
-? Here, he says, - we parted and never saw each other.
We walked, walked day from morning to evening, and so we returned with nothing.

Summer is already running out. An old wanderer walks and walks along those paths. I stepped on the perches-crossbeams, and a grass pipe grows in a mellow place. The old man cut that pipe off, put it to his lips and just blew into it, when he hears: she started playing, the pipe sang, piteously cried out:

Play, play, grandpa,
Play, play, darling.

And now they ruined me
For red berries
Yes, for mother's dowry
Drowned in a rotten swamp!

And then the old wanderer came late in the evening to that village, asked to spend the night in the last hut, just in the house where the orphan-girl was lost. After supper, the old wanderer spoke:
-? Not far from your village I cut a pipe. So funny: she sings and pronounces herself. Take it, master, blow this pipe!
As soon as the owner blew his pipe, as she spoke, she sang:

Play, play, my father,
Play, play, darling.
We were two half-sisters,
And now they ruined me
For red berries
Yes, for mother's dowry
Drowned in a rotten swamp!

The old man's face changed. He handed the pipe to his stepdaughter:
-? Well, you play!
As soon as she raised the pipe to her lips, she began to play, and began to sing the pipe:

Play, play, step sister
Play, play, daredevil,
Play, play, gas chamber!
You killed me
I drowned in a rotten swamp,
For red berries
Yes, for mother's dowry
Has taken my life!

The father rushed after the attesting witnesses. The girl-daredevil, and at the same time her mother, an evil woman, was tied up, sent a guard. And the father, with the attesting witnesses and the old wanderer, ran into the swamp. They looked, looked and soon pulled out the girl. They washed her, ritualized her. Then she opened her eyes, said:
- Oh, how long I slept and saw a lot in my dreams! Do not keep, my dear father, neither the feisty women, nor the villainous daughter. Neither you nor me will live from them.
The father forgave the evil woman and the villainous stepdaughter to joy, drove them out of the yard:
-? Go where you came from!