An old man lived with an old woman. They didn't have children. The old man went to the field to plow, and the old woman stayed at home to bake pancakes. The old woman baked pancakes and says:
- If we had a son, he would take pancakes to his father; and now with whom shall I send?
Suddenly a little son crawled out of the cotton and said:
- Hello, mother!

And the old woman says:
- Where did you come from, son, and what is your name?
And the son says:
- You, mother, unspun the cotton and put it in a column, and I hatched there. And call me Lipunyushka. Give, mother, I will take the pancakes to father.
The old woman says:
- Will you carry it, Lipunyushka?
- I will, mother ...
The old woman tied the pancakes in a bundle and gave them to her son. Lipunyushka took the bundle and ran into the field.

In the field he came across a bump on the road; he shouts:
- Father, father, transplant me over a hummock! I brought you pancakes.
The old man heard from the field, someone was calling him, went to meet his son, transplanted him over a hummock and said:
- Where are you from, son?
And the boy says:
- I, father, bred in cotton, - and gave pancakes to my father.
The old man sat down to breakfast, and the boy says:
- Give, father, I will plow.
And the old man says:
- You don't have the strength to plow.
And Lipunyushka took up the plow and began to plow. He plows and sings songs himself.
The gentleman was driving past this field and saw that the old man was sitting at breakfast, and the horse was plowing alone. The master got out of the carriage and said to the old man:
- How is it with you, old man, plows a horse alone?
And the old man says:
- I have a boy plowing there, he sings songs.

The master came closer, heard the songs and saw Lipunyushka.
Barin says:
- Old man! Sell ​​me the boy.

And the old man says:
- No, I can't sell it, I only have one.
And Lipunyushka says to the old man:
- Sell, father, I'll run away from him.
The man sold the boy for a hundred rubles.
The master handed over the money, took the boy, wrapped him in a handkerchief and put him in his pocket.

The master came home and said to his wife:
I brought you joy.
And the wife says:
- Show me what it is?
The master took a handkerchief from his pocket, unfolded it, but there was nothing in the handkerchief. Lipunyushka ran away to his father a long time ago.

An old man lived with an old woman. They didn't have children. The old man went to the field to plow, and the old woman stayed at home to bake pancakes. The old woman baked pancakes and says:

If we had a son, he would take pancakes to his father; and now with whom shall I send?

Suddenly a little son crawled out of the cotton and said:

Hello mother!

And the old woman says:

Where did you come from, son, and what is your name?

And the son says:

You, mother, unspun the cotton and put it in a column, and I hatched there. And call me Lipunyushka. Give, mother, I will take the pancakes to father.

The old woman says:

Will you carry it, Lipunyushka?

I will, mother...

The old woman tied the pancakes in a bundle and gave them to her son. Lipunyushka took the bundle and ran into the field.

In the field he came across a bump on the road; he shouts:

Father, father, move me over the bump! I brought you pancakes.

The old man heard from the field, someone was calling him, went to meet his son, transplanted him over a hummock and said:

Where are you from, son?

And the boy says:

I, father, bred in cotton, - and gave pancakes to my father.

The old man sat down to breakfast, and the boy says:

Give, father, I will plow.

And the old man says:

You don't have the strength to plow.

And Lipunyushka took up the plow and began to plow. He plows and sings songs himself. Lipunyushka

The gentleman was driving past this field and saw that the old man was sitting at breakfast, and the horse was plowing alone. The master got out of the carriage and said to the old man:

How is it with you, old man, plows a horse alone?

And the old man says:

My boy plows there, he sings songs.

The master came closer, heard the songs and saw Lipunyushka.

Barin says:

And the old man says:

No, I can't sell it, I only have one.

And Lipunyushka says to the old man:

Sell ​​it, father, I'll run away from him.

The man sold the boy for a hundred rubles.

The master handed over the money, took the boy, wrapped him in a handkerchief and put him in his pocket.

The master came home and said to his wife:

I brought you joy.

And the wife says:

Show me what it is

An old man lived with an old woman. They didn't have children. The old man went to the field to plow, and the old woman stayed at home to bake pancakes. The old woman baked pancakes and says:

- If we had a son, he would take pancakes to his father; and now with whom shall I send?

Suddenly a little son crawled out of the cotton and said:

— Hello, mother!

And the old woman says:

- Where did you come from, son, and what is your name?

And the son says:

- You, mother, unspun the cotton and put it in a column, and I hatched there. And call me Lipunyushka. Give, mother, I will take the pancakes to father.

The old woman says:

- Will you carry it, Lipunyushka?

- I'll take it, mother ...

The old woman tied the pancakes in a bundle and gave them to her son. Lipunyushka took the bundle and ran into the field.

In the field he came across a bump on the road, and he shouts:

- Father, father, transplant me over a bump! I brought you pancakes.

The old man heard from the field, someone was calling him, went to meet his son, transplanted him over a hummock and said:

— Where are you from, son?

And the boy says:

- I, father, bred in cotton, - and gave pancakes to my father.

The old man sat down to breakfast, and the boy says:

- Give, father, I will plow.

And the old man says:

“You don’t have the strength to plow.”

And Lipunyushka took up the plow and began to plow. He plows and sings songs himself.

The gentleman was driving past this field and saw that the old man was sitting at breakfast, and the horse was plowing alone. The master got out of the carriage and said to the old man:

- How is it with you, old man, plows a horse alone?

And the old man says:

- I have a boy plowing there, he sings songs.

The master came closer, heard the songs and saw Lipunyushka. Barin says:

— Old man! Sell ​​me the boy.

And the old man says:

- No, I can't sell it, I only have one.

And Lipunyushka says to the old man:

- Sell it, father, I'll run away from him.

The man sold the boy for a hundred rubles. The master handed over the money, took the boy, wrapped him in a handkerchief and put him in his pocket.

The master came home and said to his wife:

I brought you joy.

And the wife says:

- Show me what it is.

The master took a handkerchief from his pocket, unfolded it, but there was nothing in the handkerchief. Lipunyushka ran away to his father a long time ago.

Tolstoy's fairy tale "Lipunyushka" tells how the childless old people got Lipunyushka.

In one village lived a family of childless old men. The old man worked in the field, and the old woman did housework. The old people were very sorry that they had no children. When the old man went to work, the old woman cooked dinner for him, and she was sad that there was no one to send to the field to bring hot pancakes to her husband. And then one day, a small baby crawled out of a piece of cotton from an old woman, said that his name was Lipunyushka, and he could go to the field to the old man. The old woman was very happy, she collected a bundle for her little son and sent him to the field. When the boy came to the old man, he was also very happy. The old people were pleased that now they have such a good helper.

When one day the old man sat down in the field to dine, the boy volunteered to plow the land. At first, the father refused, he thought that little Lipunyushka would not be able to cope. But the boy got on the horse, sang a song, and began to plow the field. A rich gentleman passing by was surprised that the old man's horse plows by itself, and the old man sits and rests. The old man explained to him that his tiny son was plowing.

The rich man also liked the boy, he and the mistress also had no children, and he wanted to buy Lipunyushka for himself. The old man began to refuse, he did not want to sell his little son, who had only recently appeared with them. Moreover, he knew that the old woman would be very upset if she lost her beloved son. The rich man kept persuading the old man, and then Lipunyushka whispered to his father to fearlessly sell him, and he would somehow be able to escape from this gentleman. Then the old man agreed and sold Lipunyushka to a rich man for a lot of money. The gentleman was delighted, paid a whole hundred rubles for the boy, wrapped him in a handkerchief, and, happy, went home.

All the way he dreamed of how he would show Lady Lipunyushka, and how pleased she would be, they had long wanted children. But when the rich man returned home, he took out a bundle from his pocket, unfolded the handkerchief, but Lipunyushka was not there. Lipunyushka waited for a convenient moment, and got out of his pocket. He returned to the old man with the old woman, the old men were pleased that their son had returned, and that now they were rich. So the three of them began to live on, the old man worked, and Lipunyushka helped him.

If you really want something, then it will definitely come true, you just need to put a little effort into it.

Picture or drawing Lipunyushka

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An old man lived with an old woman. They didn't have children. The old man went to the field to plow. And the old woman stayed at home to bake pancakes. The old woman baked pancakes and says:

- If we had a son, he would take pancakes to his father; and now with whom shall I send?

Suddenly a little son crawled out of the cotton and said:

- Hello, mother!

And the old woman says:

- Where did you come from, son, and what is your name?

And the son says:

- You, mother, unspun the cotton and put it in a column: I hatched there. And call me Lipunyushka. Give, mother, I will take the pancakes to father.

The old woman says:

- Will you carry it, Lipunyushka?

- I will, mother ...

The old woman tied the pancakes in a bundle and gave them to her son. Lipunyushka took the bundle and ran into the field.

In the field he came across a bump on the road, and he shouts:

- Father, father, transplant me over a hummock! I brought you pancakes.

The old man heard from the field - someone was calling him, went to meet his son, transplanted him over a hummock and said:

- Where are you from, son?

And the boy says:

- I, father, bred in cotton, - and gave pancakes to my father.

The old man sat down to breakfast, and the boy says:

- Give, father, I will plow.

And the old man says:

“You don’t have the strength to plow.”

And Lipunyushka took up the plow and began to plow. He plows and sings songs himself.

The gentleman was driving past this field and saw that the old man was sitting at breakfast, and the horse was plowing alone. The master got out of the carriage and said to the old man:

- How is it with you, old man, plows a horse alone?

And the old man says:

- I have a boy plowing there, he sings songs.

The master came closer, heard the songs and saw Lipunyushka.

Barin says:

- Old man! Sell ​​me the boy.

And the old man says:

- No, I can’t sell it, I only have one.

And Lipunyushka says to the old man:

- Sell it, father, I'll run away from him.

The man sold the boy for a hundred rubles. The master handed over the money, took the boy, wrapped him in a handkerchief and put him in his pocket. The master came home and said to his wife:

I brought you joy.

And the wife says:

- Show me what it is.

The master took a handkerchief from his pocket, unfolded it, but there was nothing in the handkerchief. Lipunyushka ran away to his father a long time ago.