The old man and the old woman had no children. They lived a century, but did not make children.
So they made a block, wrapped it in a diaper, began to rock it and lull it to sleep:
- Sleep, sleep, child Teryoshechka, -

All the swallows are sleeping
And killer whales sleep
And the martens sleep
And the foxes sleep
To our Tereshechka
Sleep is ordered!

They rocked like that, rocked and lulled, and instead of a shoe, Tereshechka's son began to grow - a real berry.
The boy grew up, grew up, came to mind. The old man made a canoe for him, painted it white, and the merrymakers painted it red.
Here Tereshechka got into the canoe and said:

Shuttle, shuttle, sail away.

The shuttle sailed far, far away. Tereshechka began to fish, and his mother began to bring him milk and cottage cheese.
Will come to the shore and call:

Teryoshechka, my son,

I brought you food and drink.

Tereshechka will hear mother's voice from afar and swim up to the shore. Mother will take the fish, feed and drink Tereshechka, change his shirt and belt, and let him go fishing again.
The witch found out. She came to the bank and calls in a terrible voice:

Teryoshechka, my son,
Swim, swim to the shore,
I brought you food and drink.

Tereshechka recognized that this was not mother's voice, and said:

Shuttle, shuttle, sail away.
It's not my mother calling me.

Then the witch ran to the smithy and ordered the blacksmith to reforge her own throat so that her voice would become like that of Tereshechka's mother.
The blacksmith reforged her throat. The witch again came to the bank and sang in the exact same voice as her dear mother:

Teryoshechka, my son,
Swim, swim to the shore,
I brought you food and drink.

Teryoshechka recognized himself and swam to the shore. The witch grabbed him, put him in a sack and ran.
She brought him to the hut on chicken legs and tells her daughter Alyonka to heat the stove and fry Tereshechka.
And she again went to the loot.
Here Alenka heated the stove hot, hot and said to Tereshchka:
- Lie down on a shovel.
He sat down on a shovel, spread his arms and legs and did not crawl into the furnace.
And she told him:
- Not so easy.
- Yes, I can not - show me how ...
- And as cats sleep, as dogs sleep, so you lie down.
- And you lie down yourself and teach me.
Alyonka sat on the shovel, and Tereshechka shoved her into the stove and closed it with a damper. And he himself went out of the hut and climbed a tall oak tree.
The witch came running, opened the stove, pulled out her daughter Alenka, ate it, gnawed the bones.
Then she went out into the yard and began to roll and wallow on the grass.
Rides and rolls and says:

And Tereshechka answers her from the oak:
- Ride-roll around, having eaten Alyonka's meat!
And the witch:
- Are the leaves making a noise?
And herself - again:
- I'll ride, I'll lie around, having eaten Tereshechkin's meat.
And Teryoshechka is all her own:
- Ride-wait, Alenkin's meat after eating!
The witch looked and saw him on a tall oak tree. Rushed to gnaw oak. She gnawed, gnawed - she broke two front teeth, ran to the forge:
- Blacksmith, blacksmith! Forge me two iron teeth.
The blacksmith forged two of her teeth.
The witch returned and began to gnaw the oak again. She gnawed and gnawed and broke her two lower teeth. She ran to the blacksmith:
- Blacksmith, blacksmith! Forge me two more iron teeth.
The blacksmith forged two more teeth for her.
The witch returned and again began to gnaw at the oak. Gnawing - only chips fly. And the oak is already cracking, staggering.
What to do here? Tereshechka sees: swan geese are flying.
He asks them:

My geese, swans!
Take me on wings

And the geese-swans answer:
- Ha-ha, they are still flying after us - they are hungrier than us, they will take you.
And the witch gnaws, gnaws, looks at Teryoshechka, licks her lips - and again for the cause ...
Another herd is flying. Tereshka asks...

My geese, swans!
Take me on wings
Take it to the father, to the mother!

And the geese-swans answer:
- Ga-ha, a pinched gosling is flying behind us, he will take you and carry you.
And the witch is already a little left. The oak is about to fall.
A pinched gosling flies. Tereshechka asks him:
- You are my goose-swan! Take me, put me on wings, take me to the father, to the mother.
The pinched gosling took pity, put Tereshechka on his wings, started up and flew, carried him home.
They flew to the hut and sat down on the grass.
And the old woman baked pancakes - to remember Tereshechka - and says:
-This is for you, old man, damn it, and this is for me, damn it.
And Tereshechka under the window:
- What about me?
The old woman heard and said:
- Look, old man, who is asking for a pancake?
The old man came out, saw Teryoshechka, brought him to the old woman - hugging began!
And the plucked caterpillar was fed, given water, set free, and since then it has begun to flap its wings widely, flying ahead of the herd and remembering Tereshechka.

Russian folk tale Teryoshechka

It was a bad life for an old man with an old woman! They lived a century, but did not make children; from a young age they still got by this way and that; Both have grown old, there is no one to get drunk, and there is no one to give, and they grieve and cry. So they made a shoe, wrapped it in a diaper, put it in a cradle, began to rock it and lull it - and instead of a shoe, son Tereshechka, a real berry, began to grow in diapers!

The boy grew up, grew up, came to mind. His father made a shuttle for him. Tereshechka went to fish; and his mother began to carry milk and cottage cheese to him. He used to come to the shore and call:

Once his mother said to him:

Son, honey! Be careful, the witch Chuvilikha is guarding you; don't get caught in her claws.

She said and went. And Chuvilikha came to the bank and calls in a terrible voice:

Tereshechka, my son! Swim, swim to the shore; I, mother, came, brought milk.

But Tereshechka recognized it and said:

Chuvilikha heard, ran, found the dock and got herself a voice, like Tereshechka's mother.

Tereshechka, my son, swim, swim to the shore.

Tereshka heard and said:

Closer, closer, my shuttle! This is the mother's voice.

His mother fed him, gave him a drink, and let him go after the fish again.

The witch Chuvilikha came, she sang in a learned voice, exactly like her dear mother. Tereshechka misunderstood, drove up; she grabbed him in a sack, and rushed off.

Rushed to. a hut on chicken legs, ordered her daughter to fry it; and she herself, raising her litters, went again to procure.

Tereshechka was a peasant, not a fool;

Chuvilikha came running, jumped into the hut, got drunk and ate, went out into the yard, rolled around and said:

And he shouts to her from the oak:

She heard, raised her head, spread her eyes in all directions - there was no one! Dragged again:

I'll ride, I'll lie, Having eaten Tereshechka's meat!

And he answers:

Ride, lie down, witch, having eaten your daughter's meat!

She was frightened, looked and saw him on a tall oak. She jumped up and rushed to the blacksmith:

Blacksmith, blacksmith! Forge me an axe. The blacksmith forged an ax and said:

Do not cut with the edge, but cut with the butt. She obeyed, knocked, knocked, chopped, chopped, did nothing. She crouched against a tree, sank her teeth into it, the tree crackled.

Geese-swans fly across the sky; Tereshochka sees trouble, sees swan geese, he prayed to them, began to beg them:

Geese-swans, take me, put me on wings, carry me to my father, to my mother; there you will be fed and watered.

And the geese-swans answer:

Ka-ha! Another herd flies over there, more hungry than us, it will take you, carry you.

And the witch gnaws, only chips fly, and the oak cracks and staggers.

Another herd flies. Tereshka again shouts:

Swan geese! Take me, put me on wings, carry me to my father, to my mother; there you will be fed and watered!

Ka-ha! - the geese answer. - A plucked caterpillar flies behind us, he will take you, carry you.

The caterpillar does not fly, but the tree cracks and staggers. The witch gnaws, gnaws, looks at Tereshechka - licks her lips and again gets down to business; is about to fall on her!

Fortunately, a pinched caterpillar flies, flaps its wings, and Tereshechka asks him, pleases him:

You are my swan goose, take me, put me on wings, carry me to my father, to my mother; there you will be fed, watered and washed with clean water.

The plucked caterpillar took pity, offered wings to Tereshechka, started up and flew with him.

They flew up to the window of the dear father, sat down on the grass. And the old woman baked pancakes, called the guests together, commemorates Tereshechka and says:

This is for you, guest, this is for you, old man, and this is a pancake for me!

And Tereshechka under the window responds:

Look, old man, who's asking for a pancake?

The old man came out, saw Tereshechka, grabbed him, brought him to his mother - hugging began!
And the plucked gosling was fed, given water, set free, and since then it has begun to flap its wings widely, flying ahead of everyone else and remembering Tereshechka.

The old man and the old woman had no children. They lived a century, but did not make children.
So they made a block, wrapped it in a diaper, began to rock it and lull it to sleep:
- Sleep, sleep, child Teryoshechka, -
All the swallows are sleeping
And killer whales sleep
And the martens sleep
And the foxes sleep
To our Tereshechka
Sleep is ordered!
They rocked like that, rocked and lulled, and instead of a shoe, Tereshechka's son began to grow - a real berry.
The boy grew up, grew up, came to mind. The old man made a canoe for him, painted it white, and the merrymakers painted it red.
Here Tereshechka got into the canoe and said:

Shuttle, shuttle, sail away.
The shuttle sailed far, far away. Tereshechka began to fish, and his mother began to bring him milk and cottage cheese. Will come to the shore and call:
- Tereshechka, my son,

I brought you food and drink.
Tereshechka will hear mother's voice from afar and swim up to the shore. Mother will take the fish, feed and drink Tereshechka, change his shirt and belt, and let him go fishing again.
The witch found out. She came to the bank and calls in a terrible voice:
- Tereshechka, my son,
Swim, swim to the shore,
I brought you food and drink.
Tereshechka recognized that this was not mother's voice, and said:
- Shuttle, shuttle, sail far,
It's not my mother calling me.
Then the witch ran to the smithy and ordered the blacksmith to reforge her own throat so that her voice would become like that of Tereshechka's mother.
The blacksmith reforged her throat. The witch again came to the bank and sang in the exact same voice as her dear mother:
- Tereshechka, my son,

Swim, swim to the shore,
I brought you food and drink.

Tereshechka recognized himself and swam to the shore. The witch grabbed him, put him in a sack and ran.
She brought him to the hut on chicken legs and tells her daughter Alyonka to heat the stove and fry Tereshechka.
And she again went to the loot.
Here Alenka heated the stove hot, hot and said to Tereshchka:
- Get on the shovel.
He sat down on a shovel, spread his arms and legs and did not crawl into the furnace.
And she told him:
- Not so easy.
- Yes, I can not - show me how ...
- And as cats sleep, as dogs sleep, so you lie down.
- And you lie down yourself and teach me.
Alyonka sat down on the shovel, and Tereshechka shoved her into the stove and closed it with a damper. And he himself went out of the hut and climbed a tall oak tree.
The witch came running, opened the stove, pulled out her daughter Alenka, ate it, gnawed the bones.
Then she went out into the yard and began to roll and wallow on the grass. Rides and rolls and says:

And Tereshechka answers her from the oak:
- Ride, lie down, having eaten Alenkin's meat! And the witch:
Is it the leaves that make noise? And again - again:
- I'll ride, I'll lie down, having eaten Tereshechkin's meat.
And Tereshechka is all her own:
- Ride, lie down, having eaten Alenkin's meat!
The witch looked and saw him on a tall oak tree. Rushed to gnaw oak. She gnawed, gnawed - she broke two front teeth, ran to the forge:
- Blacksmith, blacksmith! Forge me two iron teeth.
The blacksmith forged two of her teeth.
The witch returned and began to gnaw the oak again. She gnawed and gnawed and broke her two lower teeth. She ran to the blacksmith:
- Blacksmith, blacksmith! Forge me two more iron teeth.
The blacksmith forged two more teeth for her.
The witch returned and again began to gnaw at the oak. Gnawing - only chips fly. And the oak is already cracking, staggering.
What to do here? Tereshechka sees: swan geese are flying. He asks them:
- My geese, swans!
Take me on wings
Take it to the father, to the mother!
And the geese-swans answer:
- Ha-ha, they are still flying after us - they are hungrier than us, they will take you.
And the witch gnaws, gnaws, looks at Tereshechka, licks her lips - and again for the cause ...
Another herd is flying. Tereshka asks...
- My geese, swans!
Take me on wings
Take it to the father, to the mother!
And the geese-swans answer:
- Ha-ha, a plucked gosling is flying behind us, he will take you and carry you.
And the witch is already a little left. The oak is about to fall. A pinched gosling flies. Tereshechka asks him:
- You are my swan goose! Take me, put me on wings, take me to the father, to the mother.
The pinched gosling took pity, put Tereshechka on his wings, started up and flew, carried him home.
They flew to the hut and sat down on the grass.
And the old woman baked pancakes - to remember Tereshechka - and says:
- This is for you, old man, damn it, and this is for me, damn it. And Tereshechka under the window:
- What about me?
The old woman heard and said:
“Look, old man, who is asking for a pancake?”
The old man came out, saw Tereshechka, brought him to the old woman - hugging began!
And the plucked caterpillar was fed, given water, set free, and since then it has begun to flap its wings widely, flying ahead of the herd and remembering Tereshechka.

- THE END -

Russian folk tale in pictures. Illustrations.

The old man and the old woman had no children. They lived a century, but did not make children. So they made a block, wrapped it in a diaper, began to rock it and lull it to sleep:

Sleep, sleep, child Tereshechka, -

All the swallows are sleeping

And killer whales sleep

And the martens sleep

And the foxes sleep

To our Tereshechka

Sleep is ordered!

They rocked like that, rocked and lulled, and instead of a shoe, Tereshechka's son began to grow - a real berry.

The boy grew up, grew up, came to mind. The old man made a canoe for him, painted it white, and the merrymakers painted it red.

Here Tereshechka got into the canoe and said:

Shuttle, shuttle, sail away

Shuttle, shuttle, sail away.

The shuttle sailed far, far away. Tereshechka began to fish, and his mother began to bring him milk and cottage cheese.

Will come to the shore and call:

Tereshechka, my son,

I brought you food and drink.

The witch found out. She came to the bank and calls in a terrible voice:

Tereshechka, my son,

Swim, swim to the shore,

I brought you food and drink.

Tereshechka recognized that this was not mother's voice, and said:

Shuttle, shuttle, sailing away,

It's not my mother calling me.

Then the witch ran to the smithy and ordered the blacksmith to reforge her own throat so that her voice would become like that of Tereshechka's mother.

The blacksmith reforged her throat. The witch again came to the bank and sang in the exact same voice as her dear mother:

Tereshechka, my son,

Swim, swim to the shore,

I brought you food and drink.

Tereshechka recognized himself and swam to the shore. The witch grabbed him, put him in a sack and ran. She brought him to the hut on chicken legs and tells her daughter Alyonka to heat the stove and fry Tereshechka.

And she again went to the loot. Here Alenka heated the stove hot, hot and said to Tereshchka:

Get down on the shovel. He sat down on a shovel, spread his arms and legs and did not crawl into the furnace. And she told him:

Not so lay down.

Yes, I can not - show me how ...

And as cats sleep, as dogs sleep, so you lie down.

And you lie down and teach me. Alyonka sat down on the shovel, and Tereshechka shoved her into the stove and closed it with a damper. And he himself went out of the hut and climbed a tall oak tree.

The witch came running, opened the stove, pulled out her daughter Alenka, ate it, gnawed the bones.

Then she went out into the yard and began to roll and wallow on the grass.

Rides and rolls and says:

And Tereshechka answers her from the oak:

And the witch:

Are the leaves rustling?

And herself - again:

I'll ride, I'll lie, Having eaten Tereshechkin's meat!

And Tereshechka is all her own:

Ride, lie down, having eaten Alenkin's meat!

The witch looked and saw him on a tall oak tree. Rushed to gnaw oak. She gnawed, gnawed - she broke two front teeth, ran to the forge:

Blacksmith, blacksmith! Forge me two iron teeth. The blacksmith forged two of her teeth.

The witch returned and began to gnaw the oak again. She gnawed and gnawed and broke her two lower teeth. She ran to the blacksmith:

Blacksmith, blacksmith! Forge me two more iron teeth.

The blacksmith forged two more teeth for her. The witch returned and again began to gnaw at the oak. Gnawing - only chips fly. And the oak is already cracking, staggering.

What to do here? Tereshechka sees: swan geese are flying.

He asks them:

My geese, swans!

Take me on wings

Take it to the father, to the mother!

And the geese-swans answer:

Ha-ha, they are still flying after us - they are hungrier than us, they will take you.

And the witch gnaws, gnaws, looks at Tereshechka, licks her lips - and again for the cause ...

Another herd is flying. Tereshka asks:

My geese, swans!

Take me on wings

Take it to the father, to the mother!

And the swan geese answer: - Ah, a plucked gosling is flying behind us, he will take you and carry you.

And the witch is already a little left. The oak is about to fall.

A pinched gosling flies. Tereshechka asks him:

You are my swan goose! Take me, put me on wings, take me to the father, to the mother.

The pinched gosling took pity, put Tereshechka on his wings, started up and flew, carried him home.

They flew to the hut and sat down on the grass. And the old woman baked pancakes - to remember Tereshechka - and says:

This is for you, old man, damn it, and this is for me, damn it. And Tereshechkin's voice under the window:

What about me?

The old woman heard and said:

Look, old man, who's asking for a pancake?

The old man came out, saw Tereshechka, brought him to the old woman - hugging began!

And the plucked caterpillar was fed, given water, set free, and since then it has begun to flap its wings widely, flying ahead of the herd and remembering Tereshechka.