The Grumpy Wife Filmstrip Armenian fairy tale. Children's stories online

Once upon a time there lived a husband and wife. In addition to common children, each had children born in their first marriage. Despite the fact that the husband did everything that a man is supposed to do, the wife was always unhappy with him and constantly grumbled:
“You’re no good.” You don't know how to do anything that other men do! You're good for nothing! You are no husband, you are no man!
- Why am I not a husband? Why am I not a man? What do other men do that I couldn't do? They go to the river to fish, they float down the river in a canoe, and I also float in a canoe, and I also fish! They set traps, and I set traps too! They cultivate the land, and I cultivate the land. They raise pigs and chickens, and so do I. I also know how to trade in the market, like everyone else! Everyone sleeps with their wives, and you and I sleep together! And you become pregnant from me the same way women become pregnant from their husbands! Everyone has children, and I have children! What, after all, can other men do that I couldn’t do? – her husband once asked her indignantly.
- Ayue! Leave me alone, you're no good for anything anyway!
And so many times did he listen to these unjust accusations that he finally decided to seek advice from the assembly of elders, who usually conferred under a tree near the chief’s dwelling. Here people rested, here elders gathered for council.
And so, as usual, the elders gathered, the leader came, and many more ordinary people came running. People are always curious.
“You, chiefs and elders, old people and young, you, among whom there are both tall and short, among whom there are fat and thin, you who may be my older brothers or my younger brothers, let me ask you a question.” . Can I say everything I want?
And several voices answered:
-Say whatever you want!..
- Well, I’ll say everything I want! If one person constantly tells another: “You are no good! You can't do anything! You can’t do anything!”, what do you think: should the other person endure all this?
- No, such words insult a person! - said one of the men.
And several voices supported him:
– You can say whatever you want! We are listening! Then one of the elders asked:
– Listen, is this conversation between two men, between two women, or between a man and a woman?
– Not just between a man and a woman, but between a husband and wife.
- And who are these man and woman?
“This man is me, and this woman is my wife.”
- Ah ah ah! Then all this must be decided by the elders and the leader himself.
- Well, come on, tell me everything in detail! – confirmed one of the leader’s advisers.
“Listen, elders and advisers, people old and young, tall and short, fat and thin, this woman constantly tells me: “You are no man!” You're no good for anything! You can’t do anything that other men do!” But I go canoeing with others, I fish as well as others, and I set traps as well as others. Everyone cultivates the land, and I cultivate the land. Everyone raises pigs and chickens, and I do too. Everyone trades in the market, and I trade. Well, of course, sometimes it’s better, sometimes it’s worse, that’s understandable. When we met, I already had children, just like her. But then we also had children together. And we sleep together, and she gets pregnant from me. In short, I do everything that other men do. Why does she scold me all the time? Why does she reproach me for not being able to do anything that other men do?
- Listen! - one of the elders decided. “Your wife probably wants you to get a talisman!” Then she will calm down! - And, turning to the leader, he asked: “Tell me, most respected, am I speaking right or wrong?”
- That's right. Let this man receive the talisman, and then his wife will calm down,” the leader confirmed.
And the man followed their advice. He went to the sorcerer with a request to give him a good, faithful talisman.
– Why do you need a talisman? What has happened with you? – asked the sorcerer. – I need to know this, against whom the talisman should act, who will become its victim.
And the man repeated his story again. As the wife repeats: “You are no man! You're no good for anything! You can’t do anything that other men do!”, and explained to the sorcerer that he did everything like other men: he caught fish, and set traps, and cultivated the land, and gave birth to children...
- Fine. I got it. I'll give you a talisman. But his victim will not be your son, born from another woman, not the son born from you by her. The victim of witchcraft will be her eldest daughter or her eldest grandson. This is so that she finally understands that she was wrong, that you can do anything! Go home. Here's your talisman.
The man returned home and did not say a word to anyone.
And a few days later, when the eldest grandson of the grumpy wife, along with other children, was eating acaju fruits, the grain got into his throat. He choked, coughed and died.
They began to find out the cause of the boy’s death, and learned that the grandfather was to blame for everything.
All the relatives - both mother and father - gathered and began to discuss what had happened.
– Although the child died due to his grandfather’s fault, the grandfather is right! - everyone announced together. “He endured humiliation from his wife for too long. You can't offend a good person.
So the husband proved to his wife that he can do anything.

Grumpy wife

Typykhkan married a girl from a distant camp. He brought his young wife to his yaranga, and they began to live together. At first they lived well and amicably, but then the wife became capricious.
- It’s almost a year since you brought me from the tundra, and what good have I seen with you?.. There were walrus skins in the canopy - they still remain. It's high time to have bearish ones!
“The time will come - and there will be bearish ones,” says the husband.
And the wife again:
- people have spacious yarangas, but ours is not a yaranga - a mouse hole!
- The time will come - and we will have a spacious one. But the wife does not calm down:
- What kind of clothes do I have? Look at other women!
- Wait, Tygrana, you will do even better. His wife:
- If only I had a good husband, everything would have happened long ago! Typykhkan sees, you can’t argue with your wife, he took the gun,
went hunting. He didn’t come home for three days, but on the fourth it was almost light.
- Here are some bearskins for you, wife...
The wife took the skins, ran her hand over the fur and threw them into the corner:
- The neighbor sleeps on arctic foxes, and you want to surprise me with bear ones!
Typykhkan said nothing, had dinner and went to bed. And in the morning, just before dawn, we set off again. He didn’t show up for five days, but on the sixth he showed up:
- Here's to you, wife, arctic fox skins!
Tygren looked at the skins, sparkles lit up in her eyes, “Well,” Typykhkan thinks, “I finally got it right.” And my wife didn’t even say thank you, she just muttered something under her breath.
Tigren made a rich bed. Kerker* sewed, trimmed with ermine. But she herself is again dissatisfied:
- Look at our grease pit: no heat, no light from it... We need to change it a long time ago!
Typykhkan took the grease pit, went to the seashore and cleaned the grease pit with sand. And when he returns, he says:
- Here's a new fatty for you, wife.
- It’s a completely different matter! I need to tell you everything... You yourself, like a walrus, don’t think about anything!
And again Tigren became so angry that her husband listened and listened to her and jumped out of the yaranga.
Typykhkan walked along the hummocks for three days and only on the fourth day he shot a seal. Tired, hungry, he barely made it home:
- I’m exhausted, Tigrena... Take the seal, prepare the liver.
And the wife didn’t even move:
- People eat deer meat, but you decided to feed me stinking liver?
Before Typykhkan had time to come to his senses, she grabbed the seal and threw it to the dogs. Typykhkan couldn’t stand it and shouted at his wife.
Yes, I immediately bit my tongue. Tygren was going wild and furious - nothing could calm her down.
The hunter is sitting, thinking about how he can get rid of all this. You can take the grumpy woman to the tundra, back to her father, and be done with it. But it seems that this is not allowed by law. If you leave yourself, people will laugh. Look, they’ll say, Typykhkan’s wife kicked him out...
The hunter thought for a long time and finally decided to leave and the upper people**.
I did it as I intended. He lay down in bed, closed his eyes and... “died.”
The wife was scared - she didn’t know what to do. Soon neighbors and friends of the husband appeared in the yaranga - St. John's worts. They looked at Typykhkan and were silent. There is nothing to be done, the man is dead, we need to bury him. They dressed Typykhkan in a new jacket, fawn trousers, and put on shoes that had just been sewn. Weapons, supplies, and food were placed in the sledge. Everything was done as usual. Then they hooked the sled with a long seal leather strap and easily drove the seven of them to a distant gorge, to a cemetery. It was a pity to part with my friend, but what can you do - you can’t revive him! The hunters took out their knives, cut the belt on which they pulled the sled into seven parts, and each took his part as a memory of the other.
Night was falling, and the hunters hurried to the camp. But as soon as they disappeared behind the hill, the “dead man” opened his eyes, stood up and, first of all, loaded the gun. It was dangerous to stay in the cemetery: hungry polar wolves often visited here. Typykhkan harnessed himself to the sledge and walked along the familiar path that led away from the house.
Typykhkan walked for a long time through the mountains and gorges. And then the mountains ended, the tundra began. Far away - as far as the eye can see - the grass was green. Flowers were blooming. And in the large blue lake that lay nearby, char splashed and birds swam.
Typykhkan took a fancy to a hillock that was higher, dug a dugout, and covered it with reindeer moss. And his life took a completely different turn. During the day he hunts white partridges, collects cloudberries, and comes to his new home to spend the night. Fine! No matter what he does, no one will say a word against him.
Days, weeks, months go by... Typykhkan lives peacefully, quietly, but sometimes he remembers his wife and thinks: “How is she doing alone?” The human heart is not a stone! And he wanted to know at least something about Tigren.
Once Typykhkan came out to the shore of the lake and looked at a black swan swimming on the water. He raised his gun to shoot, and the swan said:
- Don't kill me... Better help heal the wound.
The hunter took pity, picked some medicinal herbs, squeezed the juice out of it and lubricated the swan’s wound:
- Swim, get well!
Several days passed. One morning a hunter woke up and heard the flapping of wings over the dugout. I looked out and it was a black swan.
- Thank you, hunter, I have recovered! Order everything you need!
Typykhkan rejoiced:
- Fly to the seashore to my wife Tigrena and find out what she thinks about me!
The swan flapped its wide wings, made a circle over the dugout and disappeared into the clouds. When he went down to the camp where Tigrena lived, it was already evening. The swan hit a stone and turned into a gray-haired old man.
He entered the yaranga and saw a young woman sitting on the skins and crying bitterly.
-What are you crying about, beauty? - asked the old man. The woman wiped away her tears and began to talk about her grief.
The old men listened to her and said:
- Did you have a good husband?
- Worse than others, but still had a husband... The old man did not say a word, got up and left the yaranga.
That same evening Typykhkan heard the flapping of wings over his dugout and hurried towards the swan.
“Take your time, hunter, live here a little longer,” said the swan.
And Typykhkan did not ask why - he knew his Tygren very well.
The short Chukchi summer was already drawing to a close. Migratory birds have flown away. The grasses turned yellow, the cloudberries faded, only the reindeer moss turned green. The tundra is about to be covered with snow.
I remembered Typykhkan’s wife more and more often and thought about her more and more. And then the swan appeared again.
- Order, hunter, I will do everything.
And again the swan flew to a distant camp that stood on the seashore. He turned into a gray-haired old man and entered the yaranga. Tigren saw the old man and burst into tears so much that it was difficult to stop her.
- Your husband was probably a good man, why are you crying like that? - asked the old man.
“Good, not good, but you can’t find anything better,” and Tigren burst into tears.
The old man rested a little, said goodbye to the hostess and left. He returned as a swan to the tundra and told the hunter about everything he had learned.
“I’ll wait a little longer,” Typykhkan decided.
...The first snow swirled like white fluff over the tundra. There were no birds left on the lake; only one black swan swam in a small clearing where hot springs bubbled up from the bottom.
The hunter lived well. But still he was drawn to his native camp. For the third time he sent the swan to the sea. And when he, turning into a gray-haired old man, entered the familiar yaranga. Tigrena was no longer crying, but sobbing. It seemed like nothing could calm her down.
- In the whole wide world there was no husband like mine! - she wailed.
- Aren’t you lying? - asked the old man. Instead of answering, the woman began to sob even louder.
...Typykhkan returned home at night. He unharnessed the reindeer and carefully entered the yaranga. Seeing him, the wife was at first frightened, then she rubbed her eyes and, making sure that it was not a dream, not a ghost, but her husband, threw herself on his neck.
They lived together until they were very old, and the wife never again started any quarrels or reproached her husband for anything.
Even the old fat man seemed the best to her.
- How well it burns! It gives so much warmth and light! No man would ever do such a fat thing!
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* Kerker - fur dress.
** To go to the top people is to die.
*** Torbaza - soft boots made of deer skins.

Grumpy wife

A tale from the Luanda region

Once upon a time there lived a husband and wife. In addition to common children, each had children born in their first marriage. Despite the fact that the husband did everything that a man is supposed to do, the wife was always unhappy with him and constantly grumbled:

You're no good for anything. You don’t know how to do anything that other men do! You're good for nothing! You are no husband, you are no man!

Why am I not the husband? Why am I not a man? What do other men do that I couldn't do? They go to the river to fish, they float down the river in a canoe, and I also float in a canoe, and I also fish! They set traps, and I set traps too! They cultivate the land, and I cultivate the land. They raise pigs and chickens, and so do I. I also know how to trade in the market, like everyone else! Everyone sleeps with their wives, and you and I sleep together! And you become pregnant from me the same way women become pregnant from their husbands! Everyone has children, and I have children! What, after all, can other men do that I couldn’t do? - her husband asked her indignantly one day.

Ayue! Leave me alone, you're no good for anything anyway!

And so many times did he listen to these unjust accusations that he finally decided to seek advice from the assembly of elders, who usually conferred under a tree near the chief’s dwelling. Here people rested, here elders gathered for council.

And so, as usual, the elders gathered, the leader came, and many more ordinary people came running. People are always curious.

You chiefs and elders, old men and young, you who are tall and short, fat and thin, you who may be my elder brothers or my younger brothers, let me ask you a question. Can I say everything I want?

Say whatever you want!..

Well, I’ll say everything I want! If one person constantly says to another: “You are no good! You can't do anything! You can’t do anything!”, what do you think: should the other person endure all this?

No, such words insult a person! - said one of the men.

You can say whatever you want! We are listening!

Then one of the elders asked:

Listen, is this conversation between two men, between two women, or between a man and a woman?

Not just between a man and a woman, but between a husband and wife.

And who are these man and woman?

This man is me, and this woman is my wife.

Ah ah ah! Then all this must be decided by the elders and the leader himself.

Well, come on, tell me everything in detail! - confirmed one of the leader’s advisers.

Listen, elders and councilors, people old and young, tall and short, fat and thin, this woman constantly tells me: “You are no man! You're no good for anything! You can’t do anything that other men do!” But I go canoeing with others, I fish as well as others, and I set traps as well as others. Everyone cultivates the land, and I cultivate the land. Everyone raises pigs and chickens, and I do too. Everyone trades in the market, and I trade. Well, of course, sometimes it’s better, sometimes it’s worse, that’s understandable. When we met, I already had children, just like her. But then we also had children together. And we sleep together, and she gets pregnant from me. In short, I do everything that other men do. Why does she scold me all the time? Why does she reproach me for not being able to do anything that other men do?

Listen! - one of the elders decided. - Your wife probably wants you to get a talisman! Then she will calm down! - And, turning to the leader, he asked: - Tell me, most honorable one, am I speaking right or wrong?

That's right. Let this man receive the talisman, and then his wife will calm down,” the leader confirmed.

And the man followed their advice. He went to the sorcerer with a request to give him a good, faithful talisman.

Why do you need a talisman? What has happened with you? - asked the sorcerer. - I need to know this, against whom the talisman should act, who will become its victim.

And the man repeated his story again. As the wife repeats: “You are no man! You're no good for anything! You can’t do anything that other men do!”, and explained to the sorcerer that he did everything like other men: he caught fish, and set traps, and cultivated the land, and gave birth to children...

Fine. I got it. I'll give you a talisman. But his victim will not be your son, born from another woman, not the son born from you by her. The victim of witchcraft will be her eldest daughter or her eldest grandson. This is so that she finally understands that she was wrong, that you can do anything! Go home. Here's your talisman.

The man returned home and did not say a word to anyone.

And a few days later, when the eldest grandson of the grumpy wife, along with other children, was eating acaju fruits, the grain got into his throat. He choked, coughed and died.

They began to find out the cause of the boy’s death, and learned that the grandfather was to blame for everything.

All the relatives - both mother and father - gathered and began to discuss what had happened.

Although the child died due to the fault of his grandfather, the grandfather is right! - everyone announced together. - He suffered humiliation from his wife for too long. You can't offend a good person.

So the husband proved to his wife that he can do anything.

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Still, it’s nice to read the fairy tale “The Grumpy Wife (Angolan Fairy Tale)” even for adults, you immediately remember your childhood, and again, like a little one, you empathize with the characters and rejoice with them. The text, written in the last millennium, combines surprisingly easily and naturally with our modern times; its relevance has not diminished at all. Having become familiar with the inner world and qualities of the main character, the young reader involuntarily experiences a feeling of nobility, responsibility and a high degree of morality. Rivers, trees, animals, birds - everything comes to life, is filled with living colors, helps the heroes of the work in gratitude for their kindness and affection. The desire to convey a deep moral assessment of the actions of the main character, which encourages one to rethink oneself, was crowned with success. Despite the fact that all fairy tales are fantasy, they often retain logic and a sequence of events. All images are simple, ordinary and do not cause youthful misunderstanding, because we encounter them every day in our everyday life. The fairy tale “The Grumpy Wife (Angolan Fairy Tale)” is definitely a must-read for free online, not for children alone, but in the presence or under the guidance of their parents.

Well, there were a husband and wife. In addition to common children, each had children born in their first marriage. Despite the fact that the husband did everything that a man is supposed to do, the wife was always unhappy with him and constantly grumbled:
“You’re no good.” You don't know how to do anything that other men do! You're good for nothing! You are no husband, you are no man!
- Why am I not a husband? Why am I not a man? What do other men do that I couldn't do? They go to the river to fish, they float down the river in a canoe, and I also float in a canoe, and I also fish! They set traps, and I set traps too! They cultivate the land, and I cultivate the land. They raise pigs and chickens, and so do I. I also know how to trade in the market, like everyone else! Everyone sleeps with their wives, and you and I sleep together! And you become pregnant from me the same way women become pregnant from their husbands! Everyone has children, and I have children! What, after all, can other men do that I couldn’t do? – her husband once asked her indignantly.
- Ayue! Leave me alone, you're no good for anything anyway!
And so many times did he listen to these unjust accusations that he finally decided to seek advice from the assembly of elders, who usually conferred under a tree near the chief’s dwelling. Here people rested, here elders gathered for council.
And so, as usual, the elders gathered, the leader came, and many more ordinary people came running. People are always curious.
“You, chiefs and elders, old people and young, you, among whom there are both tall and short, among whom there are fat and thin, you who may be my older brothers or my younger brothers, let me ask you a question.” . Can I say everything I want?
And several voices answered:
-Say whatever you want!..
- Well, I’ll say everything I want! If one person constantly tells another: “You are no good! You can't do anything! You can’t do anything!”, what do you think: should the other person endure all this?
- No, such words insult a person! - said one of the men.
And several voices supported him:
– You can say whatever you want! We are listening! Then one of the elders asked:
– Listen, is this conversation between two men, between two women, or between a man and a woman?
– Not just between a man and a woman, but between a husband and wife.
- And who are these man and woman?
“This man is me, and this woman is my wife.”
- Ah ah ah! Then all this must be decided by the elders and the leader himself.
- Well, come on, tell me everything in detail! – confirmed one of the leader’s advisers.
“Listen, elders and advisers, people old and young, tall and short, fat and thin, this woman constantly tells me: “You are no man!” You're no good for anything! You can’t do anything that other men do!” But I go canoeing with others, I fish as well as others, and I set traps as well as others. Everyone cultivates the land, and I cultivate the land. Everyone raises pigs and chickens, and I do too. Everyone trades in the market, and I trade. Well, of course, sometimes it’s better, sometimes it’s worse, that’s understandable. When we met, I already had children, just like her. But then we also had children together. And we sleep together, and she gets pregnant from me. In short, I do everything that other men do. Why does she scold me all the time? Why does she reproach me for not being able to do anything that other men do?
- Listen! - one of the elders decided. “Your wife probably wants you to get a talisman!” Then she will calm down! - And, turning to the leader, he asked: “Tell me, most respected, am I speaking right or wrong?”
- That's right. Let this man receive the talisman, and then his wife will calm down,” the leader confirmed.
And the man followed their advice. He went to the sorcerer with a request to give him a good, faithful talisman.
– Why do you need a talisman? What has happened with you? – asked the sorcerer. – I need to know this, against whom the talisman should act, who will become its victim.
And the man repeated his story again. As the wife repeats: “You are no man! You're no good for anything! You can’t do anything that other men do!”, and explained to the sorcerer that he did everything like other men: he caught fish, and set traps, and cultivated the land, and gave birth to children...
- Fine. I got it. I'll give you a talisman. But his victim will not be your son, born from another woman, not the son born from you by her. The victim of witchcraft will be her eldest daughter or her eldest grandson. This is so that she finally understands that she was wrong, that you can do anything! Go home. Here's your talisman.
The man returned home and did not say a word to anyone.
And a few days later, when the eldest grandson of the grumpy wife, along with other children, was eating acaju fruits, the grain got into his throat. He choked, coughed and died.
They began to find out the cause of the boy’s death, and learned that the grandfather was to blame for everything.
All the relatives - both mother and father - gathered and began to discuss what had happened.
– Although the child died due to his grandfather’s fault, the grandfather is right! - everyone announced together. “He endured humiliation from his wife for too long. You can't offend a good person.
So the husband proved to his wife that he can do anything.

Once upon a time there lived a husband and wife. In addition to common children, each had children born in their first marriage. Despite the fact that the husband did everything that a man is supposed to do, the wife was always unhappy with him and constantly grumbled:

“You’re no good.” You don't know how to do anything that other men do! You're good for nothing! You are no husband, you are no man!

- Why am I not a husband? Why am I not a man? What do other men do that I couldn't do? They go to the river to fish, they float down the river in a canoe, and I also float in a canoe, and I also fish! They set traps, and I set traps too! They cultivate the land, and I cultivate the land. They raise pigs and chickens, and so do I. I also know how to trade in the market, like everyone else! Everyone sleeps with their wives, and you and I sleep together! And you become pregnant from me the same way women become pregnant from their husbands! Everyone has children, and I have children! What, after all, can other men do that I couldn’t do? – her husband once asked her indignantly.

- Ayue! Leave me alone, you're no good for anything anyway!

And so many times did he listen to these unjust accusations that he finally decided to seek advice from the assembly of elders, who usually conferred under a tree near the chief’s dwelling. Here people rested, here elders gathered for council.

And so, as usual, the elders gathered, the leader came, and many more ordinary people came running. People are always curious.

“You, chiefs and elders, old people and young, you, among whom there are both tall and short, among whom there are fat and thin, you who may be my older brothers or my younger brothers, let me ask you a question.” . Can I say everything I want?

-Say whatever you want!..

- Well, I’ll say everything I want! If one person constantly tells another: “You are no good! You can't do anything! You can’t do anything!”, what do you think: should the other person endure all this?

- No, such words insult a person! - said one of the men.

– You can say whatever you want! We are listening! Then one of the elders asked:

- Listen, is this conversation between two men, between two women, or between a man and a woman?

– Not just between a man and a woman, but between a husband and wife.

- And who are these man and woman?

“This man is me, and this woman is my wife.”

- Ah ah ah! Then all this must be decided by the elders and the leader himself.

- Well, come on, tell me everything in detail! – confirmed one of the leader’s advisers.

“Listen, elders and advisers, people old and young, tall and short, fat and thin, this woman constantly tells me: “You are no man!” You're no good for anything! You can’t do anything that other men do!” But I go canoeing with others, I fish as well as others, and I set traps as well as others. Everyone cultivates the land, and I cultivate the land. Everyone raises pigs and chickens, and I do too. Everyone trades in the market, and I trade. Well, of course, sometimes it’s better, sometimes it’s worse, that’s understandable. When we met, I already had children, just like her. But then we also had children together. And we sleep together, and she gets pregnant from me. In short, I do everything that other men do. Why does she scold me all the time? Why does she reproach me for not being able to do anything that other men do?

- Listen! - one of the elders decided. “Your wife probably wants you to get a talisman!” Then she will calm down! - And, turning to the leader, he asked: “Tell me, most respected, am I speaking right or wrong?”

- That's right. Let this man receive the talisman, and then his wife will calm down,” the leader confirmed.

And the man followed their advice. He went to the sorcerer with a request to give him a good, faithful talisman.

– Why do you need a talisman? What has happened with you? – asked the sorcerer. – I need to know this, against whom the talisman should act, who will become its victim.

And the man repeated his story again. As the wife repeats: “You are no man! You're no good for anything! You can’t do anything that other men do!”, and explained to the sorcerer that he did everything like other men: he caught fish, and set traps, and cultivated the land, and gave birth to children...

- Fine. I got it. I'll give you a talisman. But his victim will not be your son, born from another woman, not the son born from you by her. The victim of witchcraft will be her eldest daughter or her eldest grandson. This is so that she finally understands that she was wrong, that you can do anything!