The fairy tale “Porridge from an Ax” tells about a savvy soldier and a stingy old woman. The experienced soldier was on leave and decided to spend the night in one of the houses. The owner turned out to be a greedy old woman who refused to feed the soldier, saying that she herself was starving. The old soldier invited her to cook porridge from an axe.
To make the porridge even tastier, he asked the old woman for salt, cereal, butter and bread. The old woman was surprised how tasty the porridge from the ax turned out. When the old woman asked whether they would soon eat the ax itself, the soldier replied that he had not cooked it down and took the ax with him to supposedly cook it for breakfast. So in this wonderful fairy tale on the site, the brave soldier ate his fill and took the ax, thereby teaching the greedy old woman a lesson.
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The old soldier was on leave. I'm tired from the journey and want to eat. He reached the village, knocked on the last hut: - Let the road man rest! The door was opened by an old woman.
- Come in, servant.
- Do you, hostess, have anything to snack on?
The old woman had plenty of everything, but she was stingy with feeding the soldier and pretended to be an orphan.
- Oh, good man, I haven’t eaten anything today either: nothing.
“Well, no, no,” the soldier says. Then he noticed an ax under the bench.
- If there is nothing else, you can cook porridge with an axe. The hostess clasped her hands:
- How can you cook porridge from an ax?
- Well, give me the cauldron.
The old woman brought a cauldron, the soldier washed the ax, lowered it into the cauldron, poured water and put it on the fire. The old woman looks at the soldier, does not take her eyes off. The soldier took out a spoon and stirred the brew. I tried it.
- Well, how? - asks the old woman.
“It’ll be ready soon,” the soldier replies, “it’s just a pity that there’s nothing to salt it with.” - I have salt, salt it.
The soldier added salt and tried it again.
- Good! If only I could get a handful of cereal here!
The old woman began to fuss and brought a bag of cereal from somewhere.
- Take it, fill it up as needed.
Seasoned the brew with cereal. I cooked, cooked, stirred, tried. The old woman looks at the soldier with all her eyes, and cannot look away.
- Oh, and the porridge is good! — the soldier licked his lips. “If only a little butter would come here, it would be absolutely delicious.”
The old woman also found oil. The porridge was flavored.
“Well, old woman, now give me some bread and get to work with a spoon: let’s start eating porridge!” 
“I didn’t think that you could cook such a good porridge from an ax,” the old woman marvels.
The two of us ate porridge. The old woman asks:
- Servant! When will we eat the axe?
“Yes, you see, it’s not cooked down,” answered the soldier, “I’ll finish cooking it somewhere on the road and have breakfast!”
He immediately hid the ax in his backpack, said goodbye to the hostess and went to another village. That's how the soldier ate the porridge and took away the ax!
Porridge from an ax
The old soldier was on leave. I'm tired from the journey and want to eat. I reached the village, knocked on the last hut:
Let the dear man rest! The door was opened by an old woman.
Come in, servant.
Do you, hostess, have anything to snack on? The old woman had plenty of everything, but she was stingy with feeding the soldier and pretended to be an orphan.
Oh, good man, I myself haven’t eaten anything today: nothing.
Well, no, no, the soldier says. Then he noticed an ax under the bench.
If there is nothing else, you can cook porridge with an axe.
The hostess clasped her hands:
How can you cook porridge from an ax?
Here's how, give me the boiler.
The old woman brought a cauldron, the soldier washed the ax, lowered it into the cauldron, poured water and put it on the fire.
The old woman looks at the soldier, does not take her eyes off.
The soldier took out a spoon and stirred the brew. I tried it.
Well, how? - asks the old woman.
“It will be ready soon,” the soldier replies, “it’s just a pity that there is nothing to add salt to.”
I have salt, salt it.
The soldier added salt and tried it again.
Good! If only I could get a handful of cereal here! The old woman began to fuss and brought a bag of cereal from somewhere.
Take it, fill it up as needed. Seasoned the brew with cereal. I cooked, cooked, stirred, tried. The old woman looks at the soldier with all her eyes, and cannot look away.
Oh, and the porridge is good! - the soldier licked his lips. “If only a little butter would come here, it would be completely delicious.”
The old woman also found oil.
The porridge was flavored.
Well, old woman, now give me some bread and get to work with a spoon: let’s start eating porridge!
“I didn’t think that you could cook such a good porridge from an ax,” the old woman marvels.
The two of us ate porridge. The old woman asks:
Servant! When will we eat the axe?
“Yes, you see, it’s not cooked down,” the soldier answered, “I’ll finish cooking it somewhere on the road and have breakfast!”
He immediately hid the ax in his backpack, said goodbye to the hostess and went to another village.
That's how the soldier ate the porridge and took away the ax!
About the fairy tale
Russian folk tale “Porridge from an axe”
The Russian people are famous for their entrepreneurial spirit. Our people can survive and provide a decent life for themselves in almost any corner of the globe. Today, there are many examples of this, both among the so-called upper class and among ordinary people who have much more modest needs and earnings, for example, emigrants. To be honest, this trait is not superfluous in the homeland, where his well-being directly depends on how well a person “knows how to twirl.”
The ability to grow even through asphalt is inherent in almost every Slav. Maybe that’s why in Russian folk tales many heroes are simply created in order to overcome various difficult situations in which they find themselves, as if by magic. And a person who has read at least a few children's books will have no doubt that in Russian culture there is no more enterprising person than the “serviceman.”
Summary of the book text
The soldier, who is also the main character of the fairy tale, was “going on leave,” got tired and wandered into the first house he came across on the way. The owner of the house turned out to be a rather stingy old woman who did not find the opportunity to treat her guest with anything, citing the fact that she “didn’t eat” herself, because... “there’s nothing to eat.” But, according to the old Russian tradition, the military man turned out to be very resourceful and insightful, he immediately realized that there was food in the house, which means he just needed to find a way to get to it.
He suggested that the super-economical Grandmother cook porridge from scrap materials, for example, from an ax, and when interest curbed greed, he got down to business. There was a cauldron, water and an ax in the house, from which a good brew was made, but the almost finished dish lacked salt. It is not surprising that such a trifle easily appeared in the hostess’s house. The next thing the Soldier asked for was just “a handful of cereal.” The porridge turned out to be very tasty, it was “good” and the only detail that needed to be added was “a little butter”, which also miraculously appeared in the house. A little bread and the result was a tasty and aromatic dish, the main ingredient of which was an ax and remarkable soldier ingenuity.
After reading this simple children's fairy tale, you can draw several conclusions:
— The ability to cook, even with an ax, is a very useful skill;
If you apply the innate Russian intelligence, no misfortune is terrible, especially such a misfortune as famine;
- Thrift is a wonderful quality, but only if it does not border on greed;
— Anyone who knows how to get out of difficult situations can not only solve difficult issues that arise, but also extract their own benefit from them, in this case, an ax served as an excellent addition to the porridge;
- A resourceful and attentive person will always have his way, but a cunning and greedy person will lose;
The very correct principle “all the best goes to the guest” exists in many cultures; in this case, the Old Woman tried to ignore it and received a good lesson, albeit from a young, but wiser than she, Soldier.
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The old soldier was on leave. I'm tired from the journey and want to eat. I reached the village, knocked on the last hut:
- Let the dear man rest! The door was opened by an old woman.
- Come in, servant.
- Do you, hostess, have anything to snack on? The old woman had plenty of everything, but she was stingy with feeding the soldier and pretended to be an orphan.
“Oh, good man, I haven’t eaten anything today either: I have nothing to eat.”
“Well, no, no,” the soldier says. Then he noticed an ax under the bench.
- If there is nothing else, you can cook porridge with an axe.
The hostess clasped her hands:
- How can you cook porridge from an ax?
- Well, give me the cauldron.
The old woman brought a cauldron, the soldier washed the ax, lowered it into the cauldron, poured water and put it on the fire. The old woman looks at the soldier, does not take her eyes off. The soldier took out a spoon and stirred the brew. I tried it.
- Well, how? - asks the old woman.
“It will be ready soon,” the soldier replies, “it’s just a pity that there is nothing to add salt.”
- I have salt, salt it.
The soldier added salt and tried it again.
- Good! If only I could get a handful of cereal here! The old woman began to fuss and brought a bag of cereal from somewhere.
- Take it, fill it up as needed. Seasoned the brew with cereal. I cooked, cooked, stirred, tried. The old woman looks at the soldier with all her eyes, and cannot look away.
- Oh, and the porridge is good! - the soldier licked his lips. - If only a little butter would come here, it would be absolutely delicious.
The old woman also found oil. The porridge was flavored.
“Well, old woman, now give me some bread and get to work with a spoon: let’s start eating porridge!”
“I didn’t think that you could cook such a good porridge from an ax,” the old woman marvels.
The two of us ate porridge. The old woman asks:
- Servant! When will we eat the axe?
“Yes, you see, it’s not cooked down,” the soldier answered, “I’ll finish cooking it somewhere on the road and have breakfast!”
He immediately hid the ax in his backpack, said goodbye to the hostess and went to another village. That's how the soldier ate the porridge and took away the ax!
The old soldier was on leave. I'm tired from the journey and want to eat. I reached the village, knocked on the last hut:
Let the dear man rest!
The door was opened by an old woman.
Come in, servant.
Do you, hostess, have anything to snack on? The old woman had plenty of everything, but she was stingy with feeding the soldier and pretended to be an orphan.
Oh, good man, I myself haven’t eaten anything today: nothing.
Well, no, no, the soldier says. Then he noticed an ax under the bench.
If there is nothing else, you can cook porridge with an axe.
The hostess clasped her hands:
How can you cook porridge from an ax?
Here's how, give me the boiler.
The old woman brought a cauldron, the soldier washed the ax, lowered it into the cauldron, poured water and put it on the fire.
The old woman looks at the soldier, does not take her eyes off.
The soldier took out a spoon and stirred the brew. I tried it.
Well, how? - asks the old woman.
“It will be ready soon,” the soldier replies, “it’s just a pity that there is nothing to add salt to.”
I have salt, salt it.
The soldier added salt and tried it again.
Good! If only I could get a handful of cereal here! The old woman began to fuss and brought a bag of cereal from somewhere.
Take it, fill it up as needed.
Seasoned the brew with cereal. I cooked, cooked, stirred, tried. The old woman looks at the soldier with all her eyes, and cannot look away.
Oh, and the porridge is good! - the soldier licked his lips. “If only a little butter would come here, it would be completely delicious.”
The old woman also found oil.
The porridge was flavored.
Well, old woman, now give me some bread and get to work with a spoon: let’s start eating porridge!
“I didn’t think that you could cook such a good porridge from an ax,” the old woman marvels.
The folk tale “Porridge from an Axe” talks about how ingenuity can help out in life. The soldier asked to spend the night with the old woman, but she was greedy and did not even let him eat. But the serviceman turned out to be more cunning: he offered to cook porridge from an ax, but he got the real thing, and even with butter.
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The old soldier was on leave. I'm tired from the journey and want to eat. I reached the village, knocked on the last hut:
Let the dear man rest! The door was opened by an old woman.
Come in, servant.
Do you, hostess, have anything to snack on? The old woman had plenty of everything, but she was stingy with feeding the soldier and pretended to be an orphan.
Oh, good man, I myself haven’t eaten anything today: nothing.
Well, no, no, the soldier says. Then he noticed an ax under the bench.
If there is nothing else, you can cook porridge with an axe.
The hostess clasped her hands:
How can you cook porridge from an ax?
Here's how, give me the boiler.
The old woman brought a cauldron, the soldier washed the ax, lowered it into the cauldron, poured water and put it on the fire.
The old woman looks at the soldier, does not take her eyes off.
The soldier took out a spoon and stirred the brew. I tried it.
Well, how? - asks the old woman.
“It will be ready soon,” the soldier replies, “it’s just a pity that there is nothing to add salt to.”
I have salt, salt it.
The soldier added salt and tried it again.
Good! If only I could get a handful of cereal here! The old woman began to fuss and brought a bag of cereal from somewhere.
Take it, fill it up as needed. Seasoned the brew with cereal. I cooked, cooked, stirred, tried. The old woman looks at the soldier with all her eyes, and cannot look away.
Oh, and the porridge is good! - the soldier licked his lips. “If only a little butter would come here, it would be completely delicious.”
The old woman also found oil.
The porridge was flavored.
Well, old woman, now give me some bread and get to work with a spoon: let’s start eating porridge!
“I didn’t think that you could cook such a good porridge from an ax,” the old woman marvels.
The two of us ate porridge. The old woman asks:
Servant! When will we eat the axe?
“Yes, you see, it’s not cooked down,” the soldier answered, “I’ll finish cooking it somewhere on the road and have breakfast!”
He immediately hid the ax in his backpack, said goodbye to the hostess and went to another village.
That's how the soldier ate the porridge and took away the ax!