Inkvoy-Beaver lived on a winding forest river. Beaver has a good hut: he sawed the trees himself, he dragged them into the water, he folded the walls and the roof.
Beaver has a good fur coat: it is warm in winter, and it is warm in the water, and the wind does not blow.
Beaver's ears are good: a fish splashes its tail in the river, a leaf falls in the forest - everyone hears.
But the Beaver's eyes have played a part: weak eyes. Beaver is blind and does not see for a hundred short beaver steps.
And Khottyn-Lebed lived in the neighbors near Beaver on a bright forest lake. He was handsome and proud, did not want to be friends with anyone, even greeted reluctantly. He will raise his white neck, cast his gaze from the height of his neighbor - they bow to him, he will slightly nod in response.
Once it happened, the Inquoy-Beaver was working on the bank of the river, working: sawing aspens with his teeth. It will cut it in half, the wind will come and knock down the aspen. Inkvoy-Beaver will cut it into logs and drag log by log to the river. He will load it on his back, hold a log with one paw - just like a man walks, only there is no pipe in his teeth.
Suddenly he sees - on the Khottyn-Lebed river floating, very close. Inquoy-Beaver stopped, threw a log off his shoulder and politely said:
- Uzya-uzya!
Hello, then.
The swan raised its proud neck, nodded slightly in response and said:
- Closely did you see me! I noticed you from the very turn of the river. You will disappear with such eyes.
And he began to mock the Inqua-Beaver:
- You, mole rat, the hunters will catch with their bare hands and put in their pockets.
Inquoy-Beaver listened, listened and said:
- No doubt, you see better than me. But do you hear a quiet splash over there, beyond the third bend of the river?
Khottyn-Lebed listened and said:
- You make it up, there is no splash. Quiet in the forest.
Inquoy-Beaver waited, waited and again asks:
- Now you hear the splash?
- Where? - asks Hottyn-Lebed.
- And beyond the second bend of the river, on the second wasteland.
- No, - says Khottyn-Lebed, - I don't hear anything. Everything is quiet in the forest.
Inquoy-Beaver waited a little longer. Again asks:
- Do you hear?
- Where?
- And over the cape, in the near wasteland!
- No, - says Khottyn-Lebed, - I don't hear anything. Quiet in the forest. You're making it up on purpose.
“Then,” says Inquoy-Beaver, “goodbye. And let your eyes serve you as my ears serve me.
He dived into the water and disappeared.
And Khottyn-Lebed raised his white neck and proudly looked around: he thought that his keen eyes would always notice the danger in time, and he was not afraid of anything.
Then a light boat - aikhoy - jumped out from behind the forest. The Hunter was sitting in it.
The hunter raised his gun - and before Hottyn-Lebed had time to flap his wings, a shot crashed.
And the proud head of Khottyn-Lebed fell into the water.
So the Khanty - forest people say: "In the forest, the first thing is ears, eyes are the second."
Inkvoy-Beaver lived on a winding forest river. Beaver has a good hut: he sawed the trees himself, he dragged them into the water, he folded the walls and the roof.
Beaver has a good fur coat: it is warm in winter, and it is warm in the water, and the wind does not blow.
Beaver's ears are good: a fish splashes its tail in the river, a leaf falls in the forest, everyone hears.
But the Beaver's eyes have played a part: weak eyes. Beaver is blind and does not see for a hundred short beaver steps.
And Khottyn-Lebed lived in the neighbors near Beaver on a bright forest lake. He was handsome and proud, did not want to be friends with anyone, even greeted reluctantly. He will raise his white neck, cast his gaze from the height of his neighbor - they bow to him, he will slightly nod in response.
Once it happened, the Inquoy-Beaver was working on the bank of the river, working: sawing aspens with his teeth. It will cut it in half, the wind will come and knock down the aspen. Inkvoy-Beaver will cut it into logs and drag log by log to the river. He will load it on his back, hold a log with one paw - just like a man walks, only there is no pipe in his teeth.
Suddenly he sees - on the Khottyn-Lebed river floating, very close. Inquoy-Beaver stopped, threw a log off his shoulder and politely said:
- Uzya-uzya!
Hello, then.
The swan raised its proud neck, nodded slightly in response and said:
- Closely did you see me! I noticed you from the very turn of the river. You will disappear with such eyes.
And he began to mock the Inqua-Beaver:
- You, mole rat, the hunters will catch with their bare hands and put in their pockets.
Inquoy-Beaver listened, listened and said:
- No doubt, you see better than me. But do you hear a quiet splash over there, beyond the third bend of the river?
Khottyn-Lebed listened and said:
- You make it up, there is no splash. Quiet in the forest.
Inquoy-Beaver waited, waited and again asks:
- Now you hear the splash?
- Where? - asks Hottyn-Lebed.
- And beyond the second bend of the river, on the second wasteland.
- No, - says Khottyn-Lebed, - I don't hear anything. Everything is quiet in the forest.
Inquoy-Beaver waited a little longer. Again asks:
- Do you hear?
- Where?
- And over the cape, in the near wasteland!
- No, - says Khottyn-Lebed, - I don't hear anything. Quiet in the forest. You're making it up on purpose.
“Then,” says Inquoy-Beaver, “goodbye. And let your eyes serve you as my ears serve me.
He dived into the water and disappeared.
And Khottyn-Lebed raised his white neck and proudly looked around: he thought that his keen eyes would always notice the danger in time, and he was not afraid of anything.
Then a light boat - aikhoy - jumped out from behind the forest. The Hunter was sitting in it.
The hunter raised his gun - and before Hottyn-Lebed had time to flap his wings, a shot crashed.
And the proud head of Khottyn-Lebed fell into the water.
So the Khanty - forest people say: "In the forest, the first thing is ears, eyes are the second."
Inkvoy-Beaver lived on a winding forest river. Beaver has a good hut: he sawed the trees himself, he dragged them into the water, he folded the walls and the roof.
Beaver has a good fur coat: it is warm in winter, and it is warm in the water, and the wind does not blow.
Beaver's ears are good: a fish splashes its tail in the river, a leaf falls in the forest - everyone hears.
But the Beaver's eyes have played a part: weak eyes. Beaver is blind and does not see for a hundred short beaver steps.
And Khottyn-Lebed lived in the neighbors near Beaver on a bright forest lake. He was handsome and proud, did not want to be friends with anyone, even greeted reluctantly. He will raise his white neck, cast his gaze from the height of his neighbor - they bow to him, he will slightly nod in response.
Once it happened, the Inquoy-Beaver was working on the bank of the river, working: sawing aspens with his teeth. It will cut it in half, the wind will come and knock down the aspen. Inkvoy-Beaver will cut it into logs and drag log by log to the river. He will load it on his back, hold a log with one paw - just like a man walks, only there is no pipe in his teeth.
Suddenly he sees - on the Khottyn-Lebed river floating, very close. Inquoy-Beaver stopped, threw a log off his shoulder and politely said:
Uzya-uzya!
Hello, then.
The swan raised its proud neck, nodded slightly in response and said:
You saw me close! I noticed you from the very turn of the river. You will disappear with such eyes.
And he began to mock the Inqua-Beaver:
You, mole rat, will be caught by the hunters with their bare hands and put into their pockets.
Inquoy-Beaver listened, listened and said:
No doubt, you see better than me. But do you hear a quiet splash over there, beyond the third bend of the river?
Khottyn-Lebed listened and said:
You make it up, there is no splash. Quiet in the forest.
Inquoy-Beaver waited, waited and again asks:
Can you hear the splash now?
Where? - asks Hottyn-Lebed.
And behind the second bend of the river, on the second wasteland.
No, - says Khottyn-Lebed, - I don't hear anything. Everything is quiet in the forest.
Inquoy-Beaver waited a little longer. Again asks:
Do you hear?
And beyond the cape, in the near wasteland!
No, - says Khottyn-Lebed, - I don't hear anything. Quiet in the forest. You're making it up on purpose.
Then, says Inquoy-Beaver, goodbye. And let your eyes serve you as my ears serve me.
He dived into the water and disappeared.
And Khottyn-Lebed raised his white neck and proudly looked around: he thought that his keen eyes would always notice the danger in time, and he was not afraid of anything.
Then a light boat - aikhoy - jumped out from behind the forest. The Hunter was sitting in it.
The hunter raised his gun - and before Hottyn-Lebed had time to flap his wings, a shot crashed.
And the proud head of Khottyn-Lebed fell into the water.
So the Khanty - forest people say: "In the forest, the first thing is ears, eyes are the second."
Inkvoy-Beaver lived on a winding forest river. Beaver has a good hut: he sawed the trees himself, he dragged them into the water, he folded the walls and the roof.
Beaver has a good fur coat: it is warm in winter, and it is warm in the water, and the wind does not blow.
Beaver's ears are good: a fish splashes its tail in the river, a leaf falls in the forest - everyone hears.
But the Beaver's eyes have played a part: weak eyes. Beaver is blind and does not see for a hundred short beaver steps.
And Khottyn-Lebed lived in the neighbors near Beaver on a bright forest lake. He was handsome and proud, did not want to be friends with anyone, even greeted reluctantly. He will raise his white neck, cast his gaze from the height of his neighbor - they bow to him, he will slightly nod in response.
Once it happened, the Inquoy-Beaver was working on the bank of the river, working: sawing aspens with his teeth. It will cut it in half, the wind will come and knock down the aspen. Inkvoy-Beaver will cut it into logs and drag log by log to the river. He will load it on his back, hold a log with one paw - just like a man walks, only there is no pipe in his teeth.
Suddenly he sees - on the Khottyn-Lebed river floating, very close. Inquoy-Beaver stopped, threw a log off his shoulder and politely said:
Uzya-uzya!
Hello, then.
The swan raised its proud neck, nodded slightly in response and said:
You saw me close! I noticed you from the very turn of the river. You will disappear with such eyes.
And he began to mock the Inqua-Beaver:
You, mole rat, will be caught by the hunters with their bare hands and put into their pockets.
Inquoy-Beaver listened, listened and said:
No doubt, you see better than me. But do you hear a quiet splash over there, beyond the third bend of the river?
Khottyn-Lebed listened and said:
You make it up, there is no splash. Quiet in the forest.
Inquoy-Beaver waited, waited and again asks:
Can you hear the splash now?
Where? - asks Hottyn-Lebed.
And behind the second bend of the river, on the second wasteland.
No, - says Khottyn-Lebed, - I don't hear anything. Everything is quiet in the forest.
Inquoy-Beaver waited a little longer. Again asks:
Do you hear?
And beyond the cape, in the near wasteland!
No, - says Khottyn-Lebed, - I don't hear anything. Quiet in the forest. You're making it up on purpose.
Then, says Inquoy-Beaver, goodbye. And let your eyes serve you as my ears serve me.
He dived into the water and disappeared.
And Khottyn-Lebed raised his white neck and proudly looked around: he thought that his keen eyes would always notice the danger in time, and he was not afraid of anything.
Then a light boat - aikhoy - jumped out from behind the forest. The Hunter was sitting in it.
The hunter raised his gun - and before Hottyn-Lebed had time to flap his wings, a shot crashed.
And the proud head of Khottyn-Lebed fell into the water.
So the Khanty - forest people say: "In the forest, the first thing is ears, eyes are the second."
Trapper Tales: Eyes and ears Vitaly Bianchi
KRYOKA VLADISLAVA, CLASS 2,
MBOU "SOSH" s. Guryevka, 2016,
HEAD ANTAL N.G.
Inquoy-Beaver waited, waited and again asks: - Now you hear the splash? - Where? - asks Hottyn-Lebed. - And beyond the second bend of the river, on the second wasteland. - No, - says Khottyn-Lebed, - I don't hear anything. Everything is quiet in the forest.
Inquoy-Beaver waited a little longer. Again asks: - Do you hear? - Where? - And over the cape, in the near wasteland! - No, - says Khottyn-Lebed, - I don't hear anything. Quiet in the forest. You're making it up on purpose. “Then,” says Inquoy-Beaver, “goodbye. And let your eyes serve you as my ears serve me. He dived into the water and disappeared.
- And Khottyn-Lebed raised his white neck and proudly looked around: he thought that his keen eyes would always notice the danger in time, and he was not afraid of anything. Then a light boat - aikhoy - jumped out from behind the forest. The Hunter was sitting in it. The hunter raised his gun - and before Hottyn-Lebed had time to flap his wings, a shot crashed. And the proud head of Khottyn-Lebed fell into the water. So the Khanty - forest people say: "In the forest, the first thing is ears, eyes are the second."
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