1
The sieve runs through the fields,
A trough in the meadows.
Behind the broom shovel
Along the street went.
Axes, axes
So they pour from the mountain.
Scared goat,
Got her eyes wide:
"What? Why?
I won't understand anything ".
2
But, like a black iron leg,
Ran, the poker jumped.
And knives rushed down the street:
"Hey, keep, keep, keep, keep, keep!»
And the pan on the run
Screamed at the iron:
"I am running, running, running,
I can not resist!»
So the kettle is running after the coffee pot,
Taratorite, taratorite, rattles ...
Irons are running quacking,
Through puddles, jump over puddles.
And behind them saucers, saucers -
Tink-la-la! Tink-la-la!
They rush along the street -
Tink-la-la! Tink-la-la!
On glasses - tink!- bump into,
And the glasses are tink!- break.
And runs, buzz, the frying pan knocks:
"Where are you going? where? where? where? where?»
And for her forks,
Glasses and bottles,
Cups and spoons
Galloping along the path.
A table fell out of the window
And went, I went to, I went to, I went to, go ...
And on it, and on it,
Like riding a horse,
Samovarische sits
And shouts to his comrades:
"Go away, run, save yourself!»
And into an iron pipe:
“Boo-boo-boo! Boo-boo-boo!»
3
And behind them along the fence
Grandma Fedora is riding:
"Oh oh oh! Oh oh oh!
Come back home!»
But the trough answered:
“I'm angry with Fedor!»
And said the poker:
"I am not Fedor's servant!»
And the porcelain saucers
They laugh at Fedora:
"We never, never
We won't come back here!»
Here Fedorin's cats
Dressed up their tails,
We ran at full speed.
To turn back the dishes:
"Hey you, stupid plates,
What do you ride, like proteins?
Should you run outside the gate
With yellow sparrows?
You will fall into a ditch,
You will drown in a swamp.
Don't go, guess what,
Come back home!»
But the plates curl, curl,
And Fedora is not given:
“We'd better be lost in the field,
But we won't go to Fedora!»
4
The chicken ran past
And I saw the dishes:
"Kud-kuda! Kud-kuda!
Where are you from and where?!»
And the dishes answered:
“It was bad for us with a woman,
She did not love us,
She was, she was us,
Dusty, smoked,
She lost us!»
“Who-who-who! Who-who-who!
Life was not easy for you!»
"Yes,- uttered a copper basin,-
Look at us:
We're broken, beaten,
We are doused with slops.
Look into the tub -
And you will see a frog there.
Look into the tub -
Cockroaches are swarming there,
That's why we are from a woman
Ran away, like a toad,
And we walk through the fields,
Through the swamps, in the meadows,
And to the slob-zamarah
We won't go back!»
5
And they ran in the woods,
Rode over the stumps and over bumps.
And the poor woman alone,
And crying, and she cries.
A woman would sit at the table,
Yes, the table has gone outside the gate.
Would a woman cook cabbage soup,
Yes, go and look for a saucepan!
And the cups are gone, and glasses,
Only cockroaches are left.
Oh, up Fedora,
above!
6
And the dishes forward and forward
in polyam, walking through the swamps.
And the kettle whispered to the iron:
"I can't go further".
And the saucers began to cry:
"Isn't it better to return?»
And the trough burst into tears:
"Alas, I am broken, broken!»
But the dish said: "Look,
Who is that behind?»
And see: behind them from the dark pine forest
Fyodor walks around.
But a miracle happened to her:
Fedora became kinder.
Quietly follows them
And sings a quiet song:
"Oh you, my poor orphans,
My irons and pans!
You go, unwashed, home,
I will wash you key.
I will brush you with sand,
I will give you boiling water,
And you will again,
Like the sun, shine,
And I will lead the filthy cockroaches,
I will sweep the Prusaks and spiders!»
And the rolling pin said:
"I feel sorry for Fedor".
And the cup said:
“Ah, she is poor!»
And the saucers said:
“I should return!»
And the irons said:
“We are not enemies to Fedora!»
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Long, kissed for a long time
And she caressed them,
Watered, washed.
She rinsed them.
“I won't, I won't
I offend the dishes.
Will, I will cook
And love and respect!»
Laughing pots,
Samovar winked:
"Well, Theodore, so be it,
We are glad to forgive you!»
Flew,
They rang
Yes to Fedora right in the oven!
They began to fry, steel oven,-
Will, Fedora will have pancakes and pies!
A broom, and the broom - cheerful -
She danced, played, zamela,
Not a speck of dust left at Fedora.
And the saucers were delighted:
Tink-la-la! Tink-la-la!
And they dance and laugh -
Tink-la-la! Tink-la-la!
And on a white stool
Yes, on an embroidered napkin
Samovar stands,
Like the heat is burning,
And puffs, and looks at the woman:
"I forgive Fedorushka,
I treat you to sweet tea.
Eat, eat, Fedora Egorovna!»
