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Vsevolod Mikhailovich Garshin

Frog traveler

Once upon a time there was a traveler frog. She sat in the swamp, caught mosquitoes and midges, and in the spring croaked loudly with her friends. And she would have lived the whole century happily - of course, if the stork had not eaten her. But one incident happened.

One day she was sitting on a branch of a driftwood sticking out of the water and enjoying the warm, gentle rain.

“Oh, what beautiful wet weather today! - she thought. “What a pleasure it is to live in the world!”

The rain drizzled down her motley lacquered back; drops of it flowed under her belly and behind her legs, and it was delightfully pleasant, so pleasant that she almost croaked, but, fortunately, she remembered that it was already autumn and that frogs don’t croak in autumn - that’s what spring is for , – and that, having croaked, she could lose her frog dignity. So she remained silent and continued to bask.

Suddenly thin, whistling, intermittent sound rang out in the air. There is such a breed of ducks: when they fly, their wings, cutting through the air, seem to sing or, better said, whistle. Pew-pew-pew - sounds in the air when a flock of such ducks flies high above you, and you can’t even see them themselves, they fly so high. This time the ducks, having described a huge semicircle, descended and sat down in the very swamp where the frog lived.

- Quack quack! - said one of them. – It’s still a long way to fly: we need to eat.

And the frog immediately hid. Although she knew that the ducks would not eat her, a large and fat frog, she nevertheless dived under the snag, just in case. However, after thinking, she decided to stick her big-eyed head out of the water: she was very interested in finding out where the ducks were flying.

- Quack quack! - said the other duck. – It’s getting cold already! Hurry to the south! Hurry to the south!

And all the ducks began to quack loudly as a sign of approval.

- Lady ducks! - the frog dared to say. – What is the south to which you are flying? I apologize for the concern.

And the ducks surrounded the frog. At first they had a desire to eat it, but each of them thought that the frog was too big and would not fit into the throat. Then they all started shouting, flapping their wings:

- It's good in the south! Now it's warm there! There are such nice warm swamps there! What worms there are! Good in the south!

They screamed so much that they almost deafened the frog. She barely convinced them to shut up and asked one of them, who seemed to her to be fatter and smarter than everyone else, to explain to her what the south was. And when she told her about the south, the frog was delighted, but in the end she still asked, because she was careful:

– Are there a lot of midges and mosquitoes there?

- ABOUT! Whole clouds! - answered the duck.

- Kwa! - said the frog and immediately turned around to see if there were any friends here who could hear her and condemn her for croaking in the fall. She really couldn’t resist croaking at least once.

- Take me with you!

- This is amazing to me! - exclaimed the duck. - How will we take you? You don't have wings.

– When are you flying? - asked the frog.

- Soon soon! - all the ducks shouted. - Quack quack! Quack! Quack! It is cold here! South! South!

“Let me think for just five minutes,” said the frog, “I’ll be right back, I’ll probably come up with something good.”

And she plopped down from the branch she was about to climb onto again, into the water, dived into the mud and completely buried herself in it so that foreign objects would not interfere with her thinking. Five minutes passed, the ducks were just about to fly, when suddenly, from the water, near the branch on which she was sitting, her muzzle appeared, and the expression of this muzzle was the most radiant that only a frog is capable of.

- I came up with an idea! I found! - she said. “Let two of you take the twig in your beaks, and I will cling to it in the middle.” You will fly, and I will drive. It is only necessary that you do not quack, and I do not croak, and everything will be excellent.

Found a good one strong twig, two ducks took it in their beaks, the frog latched its mouth to the middle, and the whole flock rose into the air. The frog was breathless from the terrible height to which he was raised; in addition, the ducks flew unevenly and tugged at the twig; the poor wah dangled in the air like a paper clown, and clenched her jaws with all her might so as not to break away and plop down on the ground. However, she soon got used to her position and even began to look around. Fields, meadows, rivers and mountains quickly flashed under her, which, however, was very difficult for her to see, because, hanging on a twig, she looked back and a little up, but she still saw something and was happy and proud. “That’s a great idea,” she thought to herself.

And the ducks flew after the front pair carrying her, shouting and praising her.

- Marvelous clever mind our frog,” they said. “Even among ducks there are few like them.”

She could hardly resist thanking them, but, remembering that if she opened her mouth, she would fall from a terrible height, she clenched her jaw even tighter and decided to endure. She dangled like this all day: the ducks carrying her took turns in flight, deftly picking up the twig. It was very scary: more than once the frog almost croaked in fear, but you had to have presence of mind, and she had it. In the evening the whole company stopped in some swamp; At dawn, the ducks and the frog set off again, but this time the traveler, in order to better see what was happening on the way, clung to her back and head forward, and her belly back. Ducks flew over compressed fields, over yellowed forests and over villages full of grain in stacks; From there came the sound of people talking and the sound of flails being used to thresh rye. People looked at a flock of ducks and, noticing something strange in it, pointed at it with their hands. And the frog really wanted to fly closer to the ground, show himself and listen to what they were saying about him. On her next vacation she said:

– Can’t we fly not so high? I feel dizzy from the heights, and I'm afraid of falling if I suddenly feel sick.

And the good ducks promised her to fly lower. The next day they flew so low that they heard voices.

- Look, look! - children shouted in one village. - Ducks are carrying a frog!

The frog heard this and her heart jumped.

- Look, look! - adults shouted in another village. - What a miracle!

“Do they know that I came up with this and not the ducks?” - thought the frog.

- Look, look! - they shouted in the third village. - What a miracle! And who came up with such a clever thing?

Here the frog could no longer stand it and, forgetting all caution, screamed with all her might:

- It's me! I!

And with that scream she flew upside down to the ground. The ducks squawked loudly; one of them wanted to pick up the poor companion on the fly, but missed. The frog, shaking all four legs, quickly fell to the ground; but since the ducks flew very quickly, she fell not directly on the place where she screamed and where there was a solid road, but much further, which was great happiness for her, because she splashed into a dirty pond at the edge of the village.

She soon emerged from the water and immediately again shouted at the top of her lungs:

- It's me! I came up with this!

But there was no one around her. Frightened by the unexpected splash, the local frogs all hid in the water. When they began to emerge from it, they looked with surprise at the new one.

And she told them a wonderful story about how she had been thinking all her life and finally invented a new, extraordinary way of traveling on ducks; how she had hers own ducks who carried her wherever she pleased; how she visited the beautiful south, where it’s so nice, where there are such beautiful warm swamps and so many midges and all sorts of other edible insects.

“I stopped by to see how you live,” she said. - I will stay with you until spring, until my ducks, which I released, return.

But the ducks never returned. They thought that the frog had crashed to the ground and were very sorry for it.

Once upon a time there lived a frog-croak. She sat in the swamp, caught mosquitoes and midges, and in the spring croaked loudly with her friends. And she would have lived the whole century happily - of course, if the stork had not eaten her. But one incident happened.
One day she was sitting on a branch of a driftwood sticking out of the water and enjoying the warm, gentle rain.
“Oh, what beautiful wet weather today! - she thought. “What a pleasure it is to live in the world!”
The rain drizzled down her motley lacquered back; drops of it flowed under her belly and behind her legs, and it was delightfully pleasant, so pleasant that she almost croaked, but, fortunately, she remembered that it was already autumn and that frogs don’t croak in autumn - that’s what spring is for , - and that, having croaked, she could lose her frog dignity. So she remained silent and continued to bask.
Suddenly, a thin, whistling, intermittent sound rang out in the air. There is such a breed of ducks: when they fly, their wings, cutting through the air, seem to sing, or, better said, whistle. Few-few-few-few - is heard in the air when a flock of such ducks flies high above you, and you can’t even see them themselves, they fly so high. This time the ducks, having described a huge semicircle, descended and sat down in the very swamp where the frog lived.
- Quack quack! - said one of them, - It’s still a long way to fly; I need to eat.
And the frog immediately hid. Although she knew that the ducks would not eat her, a large and fat frog, she nevertheless dived under the snag, just in case. However, after thinking, she decided to stick her big-eyed head out of the water: she was very interested in finding out where the ducks were flying.
- Quack quack! - said the other duck, - it’s getting cold already! Hurry to the south! Hurry to the south!
And all the ducks began to quack loudly as a sign of approval.
- Lady ducks! - the frog dared to say, - what is the south to which you are flying? I apologize for the concern.
And the ducks surrounded the frog. At first they had a desire to eat it, but each of them thought that the frog was too big and would not fit into the throat. Then they all started shouting, flapping their wings:
- It's good in the south! Now it's warm there! There are such nice warm swamps there! What worms there are! Good in the south!
They screamed so much that they almost deafened the frog. She barely convinced them to shut up and asked one of them, who seemed to her to be fatter and smarter than everyone else, to explain to her what the south was. And when she told her about the south, the frog was delighted, but in the end she still asked, because she was careful:
-Are there a lot of midges and mosquitoes there?
- ABOUT! whole clouds! - answered the duck.
- Kwa! - said the frog and immediately turned around to see if there were any friends here who could hear her and condemn her for croaking in the fall. She really couldn’t resist croaking at least once.
- Take me with you!
- This is amazing to me! - exclaimed the duck. - How will we take you? You don't have wings.
- When are you flying? - asked the frog.
- Soon soon! - all the ducks shouted. - Quack quack! quack! quack! It is cold here! South! South!
“Let me think for just five minutes,” said the frog, “I’ll be right back, I’ll probably come up with something good.”
And she plopped down from the branch she was about to climb onto again, into the water, dived into the mud and completely buried herself in it so that foreign objects would not interfere with her thinking. Five minutes passed, the ducks were just about to fly, when suddenly, from the water, near the branch on which she was sitting, her muzzle appeared, and the expression of this muzzle was the most radiant that only a frog is capable of.
- I came up with an idea! I found! - she said. - Let two of you take a twig in your beaks, and I will cling to it in the middle. You will fly, and I will drive. It is only necessary that you do not quack, and I do not croak, and everything will be excellent.
Although being silent and dragging even a light frog for three thousand miles is not God knows what pleasure, her intelligence delighted the ducks so much that they unanimously agreed to carry her. They decided to change every two hours, and since there were, as the riddle says, so many ducks, and even so many, and half as many, and a quarter as many, and there was only one frog, they didn’t have to carry it very often. They found a good, strong twig, two ducks took it in their beaks, the frog clung its mouth to the middle, and the whole flock rose into the air. The frog was breathless from the terrible height to which he was raised; in addition, the ducks flew unevenly and tugged at the twig; the poor wah dangled in the air like a paper clown, and clenched her jaws with all her might so as not to break away and plop down on the ground. However, she soon got used to her position and even began to look around. Fields, meadows, rivers and mountains quickly flashed under her, which, however, was very difficult for her to see, because, hanging on a twig, she looked back and a little up, but she still saw something and was happy and proud.
“This is what I came up with perfectly,” she thought to herself.
And the ducks flew after the front pair carrying her, shouting and praising her.
“Our frog is an amazingly smart head,” they said, “even among ducks there are few like him.”
She could hardly resist thanking them, but remembering that if she opened her mouth, she would fall from a terrible height, she clenched her jaw even tighter and decided to endure. She dangled like this all day: the ducks carrying her took turns in flight, deftly picking up the twig; it was very scary: more than once the frog almost croaked in fear, but you had to have presence of mind, and she had it. In the evening the whole company stopped in some swamp; At dawn, the ducks and the frog set off again, but this time the traveler, in order to better see what was happening on the way, clung to her back and head forward, and her belly back. Ducks flew over compressed fields, over yellowed forests and over villages full of grain in stacks; From there came the sound of people talking and the sound of flails being used to thresh rye. People looked at a flock of ducks and, noticing something strange in it, pointed at it with their hands. And the frog really wanted to fly closer to the ground, show himself and listen to what they were saying about him. On her next vacation she said:
- Can't we fly not so high? oskazkah.ru - website I feel dizzy from heights, and I'm afraid of falling if I suddenly feel sick.
And the good ducks promised her to fly lower. The next day they flew so low that they heard voices:
- Look, look! - children shouted in one village, - ducks are carrying a frog!
The frog heard this and her heart jumped.
- Look, look! - adults shouted in another village, - what a miracle!
“Do they know that I came up with this and not the ducks?” - thought the frog.
- Look, look! - they shouted in the third village. - What a miracle! And who came up with such a clever thing?
Here the frog could no longer stand it and, forgetting all caution, screamed with all her might:
- It's me! I!
And with that scream she flew upside down to the ground. The ducks squawked loudly; one of them wanted to pick up the poor companion on the fly, but missed. The frog, shaking all four legs, quickly fell to the ground; but since the ducks flew very quickly, she fell not directly on the place where she screamed and where there was a solid road, but much further, which was great happiness for her, because she splashed into a dirty pond at the edge of the village.
She soon emerged from the water and immediately again shouted at the top of her lungs:
- It's me! I came up with this!
But there was no one around her. Frightened by the unexpected splash, the local frogs all hid in the water. When they began to emerge from it, they looked with surprise at the new one.
And she told them a wonderful story about how she had been thinking all her life and finally invented a new, extraordinary way of traveling on ducks; how she had her own ducks that carried her wherever she pleased; how she visited the beautiful south, where it’s so nice, where there are such beautiful warm swamps and so many midges and all sorts of other edible insects.
“I stopped by to see how you live,” she said. - I will stay with you until spring, until my ducks, which I released, return.
But the ducks never returned. They thought that the frog had crashed to the ground and were very sorry for it.

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Fairy tale Frog-traveler

Garshin Vsevolod Mikhailovich

Fairy tale Frog-traveler summary:

The fairy tale “The Frog Traveler” is about a frog who got tired of sitting in his swamp and wanted to fly to the south, where it is warm and there are a lot of midges and mosquitoes. She persuaded the ducks, who were just flying south, to do this. Two ducks took a strong thin twig into their beaks from different ends, and in the middle the frog grabbed the twig with its mouth. But the frog traveler was never able to get to the south, because on the second day of the flight, when everyone began to admire and ask, “Who came up with this method of flight?”, the frog could not contain her pride, opened her mouth and told everyone that it was her I thought of it. But, opening her mouth, she unhooked herself from the twig and fell into the pond at the edge of the village. The frog was waiting for the ducks to return. But they flew away, thinking that the poor frog had crashed.

The moral of the story is that you should never show off, but try your best first. Modesty adorns not only a person, but also any living creature.

Fairy tale Frog-traveler read:

Once upon a time there lived a frog-croak. She sat in the swamp, caught mosquitoes and midges, and in the spring croaked loudly with her friends. And she would have lived happily for the rest of her life - of course, if the stork had not eaten her. But one incident happened.

One day she sat on the branch of a driftwood sticking out of the water and enjoyed the warm, fine rain.

“Oh, what beautiful wet weather today! - she thought. “What a pleasure it is to live in the world.”
The rain drizzled down her motley lacquered back; drops of it flowed under her belly and behind her paws, and it was delightfully pleasant, so pleasant that she almost croaked, but, fortunately, she remembered that it was already autumn and that frogs don’t croak in autumn - that’s what spring is for. So she remained silent and continued to bask.

Suddenly, a thin, whistling, intermittent sound rang out in the air. There is such a breed of ducks: when they fly, their wings, cutting through the air, seem to sing, or, better said, whistle; pew-pew-pew-pew - can be heard in the air when a flock of such ducks flies high above you, and you can’t even see them themselves: they fly so high. This time the ducks, having described a huge semicircle, descended and sat down in the very swamp where the frog lived.

- Quack quack! - said one of them. – It’s still a long way to fly, we need to eat.

And the frog immediately hid. Although she knew that the ducks would not eat her, a large and fat frog, she still dived under the snag, just in case.

However, after thinking, she decided to stick her big-eyed head out of the water: she was very interested in finding out where the ducks were flying.
- Quack quack! - said the other duck. - It's getting cold! Hurry to the south! Hurry to the south!

And all the ducks began to quack loudly as a sign of approval.

“Ladies of the duck,” the frog dared to say, “what is the south to which you are flying?” I apologize for the concern.
And the ducks surrounded the frog. At first they had a desire to eat it, but each of them thought that the frog was too big and would not fit into the throat. Then they all started shouting, flapping their wings:

- It's good in the south! Now it's warm there! There are such nice, warm swamps there! What worms there are! Good in the south!

– Are there a lot of midges and mosquitoes there?
- ABOUT! whole clouds! - answered the duck.

- This is amazing to me! - exclaimed the duck. - How will we take you? You don't have wings.
– When are you flying? - asked the frog.
- Soon soon! - all the ducks shouted. - Quack quack! Quack! Quack! It is cold here! South! South!

“Let me think for just five minutes,” said the frog, “I’ll be right back, I’ll probably come up with something good.”
And she plopped off the branch she had climbed onto again, into the water, dived into the mud and completely buried herself in it so that foreign objects would not interfere with her thinking. Five minutes passed, the ducks were just about to fly, when suddenly, from the water, near the branch on which the frog was sitting, its muzzle appeared, and the expression of this muzzle was the most radiant that only a frog is capable of.
- I came up with an idea! I found! - she said. “Let two of you take a twig in your beaks, and I will cling to it in the middle.” You will fly, and I will drive. It is only necessary that you do not quack, and I do not croak, and everything will be excellent.

Although being silent and dragging even a light frog for three thousand miles is not God knows what pleasure, but her mind delighted the ducks so much that they unanimously agreed to carry her. They decided to change every two hours, and since there were, as the riddle says, so many ducks, and even so many, and half as many, and a quarter as many, and there was only one frog, it was not necessary to carry it particularly often. They found a good, strong twig, two ducks took it in their beaks, the frog clung its mouth to the middle, and the whole flock rose into the air.

The frog was breathless from the terrible height to which it was raised; in addition, the ducks flew unevenly and tugged at the twig; The poor wah dangled in the air like a paper clown, and clenched its jaws with all its might so as not to break away and plop down on the ground. However, she soon got used to her position and even began to look around. Fields, meadows, rivers and mountains quickly flashed under her, which, however, was very difficult for her to see, because, hanging on a twig, she looked back and a little up, but she still saw something and was happy and proud.

“That’s a great idea,” she thought to herself.

And the ducks flew after the front pair carrying her, shouting and praising her.

“Our frog has an amazingly smart head,” they said. “Even among ducks there are few of these.”

In the evening the whole company stopped in some swamp; At dawn, the ducks and the frog set off again, but this time the traveler, in order to better see what was happening on the way, clung to her back and head forward, and her belly back. Ducks flew over compressed fields, over yellowed forests and over villages full of grain in stacks; From there came the sound of people talking and the sound of flails being used to thresh rye. People looked at a flock of ducks and, noticing something strange in it, pointed at it with their hands.

And the frog really wanted to fly closer to the ground, show himself and listen to what they were saying about him. On her next vacation she said:

– Can’t we fly not so high? I feel dizzy from the heights, and I'm afraid of falling if I suddenly feel sick.

And the good ducks promised her to fly lower. The next day they flew so low that they heard voices.

“Look, look,” children shouted in one village, “the ducks are carrying a frog!”

The frog heard this and her heart jumped.

“Look, look,” adults shouted in another village, “what a miracle!”

“Do they know that I came up with this and not the ducks?” - thought the frog.

“Look, look,” they shouted in the third village, “what a miracle!” And who came up with such a clever thing?

At this point the frog could not stand it and, forgetting all caution, screamed with all her might:

- It's me! I! I!

And with that scream she flew upside down to the ground. The ducks squawked loudly; one of them wanted to pick up the poor companion on the fly, but missed. The frog, shaking all four legs, quickly fell to the ground; but since the ducks flew very quickly, she fell not directly on the place where she screamed and where there was a hard road, but much further, which was great happiness for her, because she splashed into a dirty pond at the edge of the village.

She soon emerged from the water and immediately again vehemently screamed at the top of her lungs:

- It's me! I came up with this!

But there was no one around her. Frightened by the unexpected splash, the local frogs all hid in the water. When they began to emerge from it, they looked with surprise at the new one.

And she told them a wonderful story about how she had been thinking all her life and finally invented a new, extraordinary way of traveling on ducks; how she had her own ducks that carried her wherever she pleased; how she visited the beautiful south, where it’s so nice, where there are such beautiful, warm swamps and so many midges and all sorts of other edible insects.

“I stopped by to see how you live,” she said. - I will stay with you until spring, until my ducks, which I released, return.

But the ducks never returned. They thought that the frog had crashed to the ground and were very sorry for it.

Garshin Vsevolod Mikhailovich

Frog traveler

Vsevolod Mikhailovich Garshin

Frog traveler

One day she was sitting on a branch of a driftwood sticking out of the water and enjoying the warm, gentle rain.

“Oh, what wonderful wet weather today!” she thought. “What a pleasure it is to live in the world!”

The rain drizzled down her motley lacquered back; drops of it flowed under her belly and behind her legs, and it was delightfully pleasant, so pleasant that she almost croaked, but, fortunately, she remembered that it was already autumn and that frogs don’t croak in autumn - that’s what spring is for , - and that, having croaked, she could lose her frog dignity. So she remained silent and continued to bask.

Suddenly, a thin, whistling, intermittent sound rang out in the air. There is such a breed of ducks: when they fly, their wings, cutting through the air, seem to sing, or, better said, whistle. Few-few-few-few - is heard in the air when a flock of such ducks flies high above you, and you can’t even see them themselves, they fly so high. This time the ducks, having described a huge semicircle, descended and sat down in the very swamp where the frog lived.

Quack quack! - said one of them, - It’s still a long way to fly; I need to eat.

Quack quack! - said the other duck, - it’s getting cold already! Hurry to the south! Hurry to the south!

And all the ducks began to quack loudly as a sign of approval.

Lady ducks! - the frog dared to say, - what is the south to which you are flying? I apologize for the concern.

Good in the south! Now it's warm there! There are such nice warm swamps there! What worms there are! Good in the south!

Are there a lot of midges and mosquitoes there?

ABOUT! whole clouds! - answered the duck.

Kwa! - said the frog and immediately turned around to see if there were any friends here who could hear her and condemn her for croaking in the fall. She really couldn’t resist croaking at least once.

Take me with you!

This is amazing to me! - exclaimed the duck. - How will we take you? You don't have wings.

When are you flying? - asked the frog.

Soon soon! - all the ducks shouted. - Quack quack! quack! quack! It is cold here! South! South!

“Let me think for just five minutes,” said the frog, “I’ll be right back, I’ll probably come up with something good.”

I came up with an idea! I found! - she said. - Let two of you take a twig in your beaks, and I will cling to it in the middle. You will fly, and I will drive. It is only necessary that you do not quack, and I do not croak, and everything will be excellent.

Although being silent and dragging even a light frog for three thousand miles is not God knows what pleasure, her intelligence delighted the ducks so much that they unanimously agreed to carry her. They decided to change every two hours, and since there were, as the riddle says, so many ducks, and even so many, and half as many, and a quarter as many, and there was only one frog, they didn’t have to carry it very often. They found a good, strong twig, two ducks took it in their beaks, the frog clung its mouth to the middle, and the whole flock rose into the air. The frog was breathless from the terrible height to which he was raised; in addition, the ducks flew unevenly and tugged at the twig; the poor wah dangled in the air like a paper clown, and clenched her jaws with all her might so as not to break away and plop down on the ground. However, she soon got used to her position and even began to look around. Fields, meadows, rivers and mountains quickly flashed under her, which, however, was very difficult for her to see, because, hanging on a twig, she looked back and a little up, but she still saw something and was happy and proud.

“That’s a great idea,” she thought to herself.

And the ducks flew after the front pair carrying her, shouting and praising her.

“Our frog is an amazingly smart head,” they said, “even among ducks there are few like him.”

She could hardly resist thanking them, but remembering that if she opened her mouth, she would fall from a terrible height, she clenched her jaw even tighter and decided to endure. She dangled like this all day: the ducks carrying her took turns in flight, deftly picking up the twig; it was very scary: more than once the frog almost croaked in fear, but you had to have presence of mind, and she had it. In the evening the whole company stopped in some swamp; At dawn, the ducks and the frog set off again, but this time the traveler, in order to better see what was happening on the way, clung to her back and head forward, and her belly back. Ducks flew over compressed fields, over yellowed forests and over villages full of grain in stacks; From there came the sound of people talking and the sound of flails being used to thresh rye. People looked at a flock of ducks and, noticing something strange in it, pointed at it with their hands. And the frog really wanted to fly closer to the ground, show himself and listen to what they were saying about him. On her next vacation she said:

Can't we fly a little lower? I feel dizzy from the heights, and I'm afraid of falling if I suddenly feel sick.

And the good ducks promised her to fly lower. The next day they flew so low that they heard voices:

Look, look! - children shouted in one village, - ducks are carrying a frog!

The frog heard this and her heart jumped.

Look, look! - adults shouted in another village, - what a miracle!

“Do they know it was me who came up with this and not the ducks?” - thought the frog.

Look, look! - they shouted in the third village. - What a miracle! And who came up with such a clever thing?

Here the frog could no longer stand it and, forgetting all caution, screamed with all her might:

It's me! I!

She soon emerged from the water and immediately again shouted at the top of her lungs:

It's me! I came up with this!

But there was no one around her. Frightened by the unexpected splash, the local frogs all hid in the water. When they began to emerge from it, they looked with surprise at the new one.

And she told them a wonderful story about how she had been thinking all her life and finally invented a new, extraordinary way of traveling on ducks; how she had her own ducks that carried her wherever she pleased; how she visited the beautiful south, where it’s so nice, where there are such beautiful warm swamps and so many midges and all sorts of other edible insects.

“I stopped by to see how you live,” she said. - I will stay with you until spring, until my ducks, which I released, return.

But the ducks never returned. They thought that the frog had crashed to the ground and were very sorry for it.

One day she was sitting on a branch of a driftwood sticking out of the water and enjoying the warm, gentle rain.

“Oh, what beautiful wet weather today! - she thought. “What a pleasure it is to live in the world!”

Suddenly, a thin, whistling, intermittent sound rang out in the air. There is such a breed of ducks: when they fly, their wings, cutting through the air, seem to sing or, better said, whistle. Pew-pew-pew - sounds in the air when a flock of such ducks flies high above you, and you can’t even see them themselves, they fly so high. This time the ducks, having described a huge semicircle, descended and sat down in the very swamp where the frog lived.

- Quack quack! - said one of them. – It’s still a long way to fly: we need to eat.

- Quack quack! - said the other duck. – It’s getting cold already! Hurry to the south! Hurry to the south!

And all the ducks began to quack loudly as a sign of approval.

- Lady ducks! - the frog dared to say. – What is the south to which you are flying? I apologize for the concern.

- It's good in the south! Now it's warm there! There are such nice warm swamps there! What worms there are! Good in the south!

– Are there a lot of midges and mosquitoes there?

- ABOUT! Whole clouds! - answered the duck.

- Take me with you!

- This is amazing to me! - exclaimed the duck. - How will we take you? You don't have wings.

– When are you flying? - asked the frog.

- Soon soon! - all the ducks shouted. - Quack quack! Quack! Quack! It is cold here! South! South!

“Let me think for just five minutes,” said the frog, “I’ll be right back, I’ll probably come up with something good.”

They found a good, strong twig, two ducks took it in their beaks, the frog clung its mouth to the middle, and the whole flock rose into the air. The frog was breathless from the terrible height to which he was raised; in addition, the ducks flew unevenly and tugged at the twig; the poor wah dangled in the air like a paper clown, and clenched her jaws with all her might so as not to break away and plop down on the ground. However, she soon got used to her position and even began to look around. Fields, meadows, rivers and mountains quickly flashed under her, which, however, was very difficult for her to see, because, hanging on a twig, she looked back and a little up, but she still saw something and was happy and proud. “That’s a great idea,” she thought to herself.

And the ducks flew after the front pair carrying her, shouting and praising her.

“Our frog has an amazingly smart head,” they said. “Even among ducks there are few like them.”