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What’s with this “Wren” thing?
The oldest extant version of the fable
we
are presenting here appeared in 1913 in the first volume of a two-volume anthology
of Low
Saxon folktales (Plattdeutsche
Volksmärchen “Low German Folktales”)
collected by Wilhelm Wisser (1843–1935). Read
more ...
Ukrajins’ka
Ukrainian
Listen to
this version narrated with native pronunciation:
«Chekayte na mene, dity,— skazav tato-kropyv’yanyk.
—Ya provchu tsyu potvoru. Nichoho bil’she lyakatys’, dity! Ya yoho spiymayu.»
I vin pishov slidom
za potvoroyu.
Povernuvshy za kut, vin pobachyv leva, scho
yshov sobi. Kropyv’yanyk siv na levovu spynu i zakrychav:«Navischo ty khodyv
do moho hnizda i
nalyakav
moїkh
malyukiv?»
Lev ne zvertav uvahy na kropyv’yanyka. Vin
yshov sobi dali.
Kropyv’yanyka tse sche bil’she rozlyutuvalo.
I vin sche sil’nishe zakrychav na leva: «Ne prykhod’ bil’she do moho hnizda,
ya tobi
kazhu. Yakscho
ty sche raz
pryydesh, to pobachysh scho stanet’sya. Ya ts’oho ne bazhayu,–ckazav
vin ta zamakhnuvsya nohoyu, Abo zlomayu tobi spynu.»
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Duzhe
davno nevelyka spivucha ptashka kropyv’yanyk zvyla hnizdo v harazhi. I meshkav
vin tam zi svoyeyu sim’yeyu. Odnoho razu, koly bat’ky pishly v poshukakh yizhi
dlya ditey, malehy zalyshylysya odni v hnizdi.
