Who wrote the conversation between birds and animals. Mikhail Prishvin - Conversation of birds and animals: Fairy tale

Fun hunting for foxes with flags! They will go around the fox, recognize her lying down and hang a rope with red flags through the bushes for a verst, two around the sleeping one. The fox is very afraid of colored flags and the smell of calico, frightened looking for a way out of the terrible circle. The exit is left for her, and near this place, under the cover of a Christmas tree, her hunter is waiting.
Such a hunt with flags is much more productive than with hounds. And this winter was so snowy, with such loose snow, that the dog was drowning up to his ears and it became impossible to chase the foxes with the dog. Once, having exhausted myself and the dog, I said to the huntsman Mikhal Mikhalych:
- Let's leave the dogs, start the flags - after all, with the flags you can kill every fox.
- How is everyone? asked Michal Mikhalych.
“So simple,” I replied. - After the powder, we will take a fresh trail, go around, tighten the circle with flags, and our fox.
“It was in the old days,” said the huntsman. - It used to be that a fox sits for three days and does not dare to go beyond the flags. What a fox! The wolves sat for two days! Now the animals have become smarter, often chasing right under the flags, and goodbye.
- I understand, - I answered, - that seasoned animals, who have already been in trouble more than once, have grown wiser and go under the flags, but there are relatively few of them, the majority, especially young people, have never seen flags.
- Didn't see it! They don't even need to see. They have a conversation.
- What kind of conversation?
- Ordinary conversation. It happens that you set a trap, an old, smart beast will visit near, he will not like it and move away. Others won't get very far. Well, tell me, how will they know? The conversation of birds and animals
- What do you think?
- I think, - answered Mikhal Mikhalych, - animals read.
- Read?
- Well, yes, they read with their noses. This can be seen in dogs as well. It is known how they leave their notes everywhere on the posts, on the bushes, others then go and take everything apart. So the fox, the wolf constantly read; We have eyes, they have a nose. The second thing for animals and birds, I think, is the voice. A raven flies and screams, at least we have something. And the fox pricked up its ears in the bushes, hurries into the field. A raven flies and cries above, and below, following the cry of a raven, a fox rushes at full speed. The raven descends on carrion, and the fox is already right there. What a fox! Haven't you ever guessed something from the call of a magpie?
Of course, like any hunter, I had to use the magpie's call, but Mikhal Mikhalych told a special case. Once he had dogs in a hare race. The hare suddenly seemed to have fallen through the ground. Then, in a completely different direction, a magpie tickled. The huntsman, stealthily, goes to the magpie so that she does not notice him. And this was in winter, when all the hares had already turned white, only all the snow had melted, and the white ones on the ground became far visible. The huntsman looked under the tree on which the magpie was tickling, and he sees: the white one just lies on the green midge, and the eyes are black, like two reels, looking ...
The magpie betrayed a hare, but she gives a man to a hare and to every animal, if only she would notice someone first.
- You know, - said Mikhal Mikhalych, - there is a small yellow marsh oatmeal. When you enter the swamp for ducks, you begin to quietly steal [Steal (hunting word) - sneak up.]. Suddenly, out of nowhere, this same yellow bird sits on a reed in front of you, swings on it and squeaks. You go further, and she flies to another reed and squeaks and squeaks. It is she who makes known to the entire swamp population; you look - there the ducks guessed the approach of the hunter and flew away, and there the cranes waved their wings, snipes began to break out there. And all of this is her, all of her. So the birds say differently, and the animals read the tracks more.

Mikhail Mikhailovich Prishvin

The conversation of birds and animals

Amusing hunting for foxes with flags. They will go around the fox, recognize her lying down and through the bushes for a mile or two around the sleeping one they will hang a rope with red flags. The fox is very afraid of colored flags and the smell of calico, frightened looking for a way out of the terrible circle. The exit is left for her, and near this place, under the cover of a Christmas tree, her hunter is waiting.

Such a hunt with flags is much more productive than with hounds. And this winter was so snowy, with such loose snow, that the dog was drowning up to his ears and it became impossible to chase the foxes with the dog. Once, having exhausted myself and the dog, I said to the huntsman Mikhal Mikhalych:

- Let's leave the dogs, start the flags, because with the flags you can kill every fox.

- How is it for everyone? Michal Mikhalych asked.

“So simple,” I replied. - After the powder, we will take a fresh trail, go around, tighten the circle with flags, and our fox.

- It was in the old days, - said the huntsman, - it happened, the fox sits for three days and does not dare to go beyond the flags. What a fox! The wolves sat for two days. Now the animals have become smarter, often chasing right under the flags, and goodbye.

“I understand,” I replied, “that seasoned animals, who have already been in trouble more than once, have grown wiser and go under the flags, but there are relatively few of them, the majority, especially young people, have never seen flags.

- Didn't see it! They don't even need to see. They have a conversation.

- What kind of conversation?

- Ordinary conversation. It happens that you set a trap, an old, smart beast will visit near, he will not like it, and will move away. Others won't get very far. Well, tell me, how do they know?

- What do you think?

- I think, - answered Mikhal Mikhalych, - animals read.

– Do they read?

- Well, yes, they read with their noses. This can be seen in dogs as well. It is known how they leave their notes everywhere on the posts, on the bushes, others then go and take everything apart. So the fox, the wolf constantly read; We have eyes, they have a nose. The second thing I consider the voice of animals and birds. A raven flies and cries. At least we have something. And the fox pricked up its ears in the bushes, hurries into the field. A raven flies and cries above, and below, following the cry of a raven, a fox rushes at full speed. The raven descends on carrion, and the fox is already right there. But what a fox, but didn’t it happen to you to guess something from the cry of a magpie?

Of course, like any hunter, I had to use the magpie's call, but Mikhal Mikhalych told a special case. Once he had dogs in a hare race. The hare suddenly seemed to have fallen through the ground. Then, in a completely different direction, a magpie tickled. The huntsman, stealthily, goes to the magpie so that she does not notice him. And this was in winter, when all the hares had already turned white, only all the snow had melted, and the white ones on the ground became far visible.

The huntsman looked under the tree on which the magpie was tickling, and he sees: the white one just lies on the green midge, and the eyes are black, like two bobbins, looking.

The magpie betrayed a hare, but she gives a man to a hare and to every animal, if only she would notice someone first.

“You know,” said Mikhal Mikhalych, “there is a small yellow marsh porridge.” When you enter the swamp for ducks, you begin to quietly steal away, suddenly, out of nowhere, this same yellow bird sits on a reed in front of you, swings on it and squeaks. You go further, and she flies to another reed and squeaks and squeaks. It is she who makes known to the entire swamp population; you look - there the duck flew out too much, and there the cranes waved their wings, there snipes began to break out. And all of this is her, all of her. So the birds say differently, and the animals read the tracks more.

Fun hunting for foxes with flags! They will go around the fox, recognize her lying down and through the bushes for a mile or two around the sleeping one they will hang a rope with red flags. The fox is very afraid of colored flags and the smell of calico, frightened, looking for a way out of the terrible circle. The exit is left for her, and near this place, under the cover of a Christmas tree, her hunter is waiting.

Such a hunt with flags is much more productive than with hounds. And this winter was so snowy, with such loose snow, that the dog was drowning up to his ears, and it became impossible to chase the foxes with the dog. Once, having exhausted myself and the dog, I said to the huntsman Mikhal Mikhalych:

Let's leave the dogs, start the flags - after all, with flags you can kill every fox.

How is it every one? asked Michal Mikhalych.

So easy, I replied. - After the powder, we will take a fresh trail, go around, tighten the circle with flags, and our fox.

It was in the old days, - said the huntsman. - It used to be that a fox sits for three days and does not dare to go beyond the flags. What a fox! The wolves sat for two days! Now the animals have become smarter, often chasing right under the flags, and goodbye.

I understand, - I answered, - that seasoned animals, who have already been in trouble more than once, have grown wiser and go under the flags, but there are relatively few of them, the majority, especially young people, have never seen flags.

Didn't see! They don't even need to see. They have a conversation.

What kind of conversation?

Ordinary conversation. It happens that you set a trap, an old, smart beast will visit near, he will not like it and move away. Others won't get very far. Well, tell me, how do they know?

What do you think?

I think, - answered Mikhal Mikhalych, - animals read.

Well, yes, they read with their noses. This can be seen in dogs as well. It is known how they leave their notes everywhere on the posts, on the bushes, others then go and take everything apart. So the fox, the wolf constantly read; We have eyes, they have a nose. The second thing for animals and birds, I think, is the voice. A raven flies and screams, at least we have something. And the fox pricked up its ears in the bushes, hurries into the field. A raven flies and cries above, and below, following the cry of a raven, a fox rushes at full speed. The raven descends on the carrion, and the fox is right there. What a fox! Haven't you ever guessed something from the call of a magpie?

Of course, like any hunter, I had to use the magpie's call, but Mikhal Mikhalych told a special case. Once he had dogs in a hare race. The hare suddenly seemed to have fallen through the ground. Then a magpie tickled in the other direction. The huntsman, stealthily, goes to the magpie so that she does not notice him. And this was in winter, when all the hares had already turned white, only all the snow had melted, and the white ones on the ground became far visible. The huntsman looked under the tree on which the magpie was tickling, and he sees: the white one simply lies on the green midge, and the little eyes, black as two bobbins, are looking ...

The magpie betrayed a hare, but she gives a man to a hare and to every animal, if only she would notice someone first.

And you know, - said Mikhal Mikhalych, - there is a small yellow marsh oatmeal. When you enter the swamp for ducks, you begin to quietly steal*. Suddenly, out of nowhere, this same yellow bird sits down on a reed in front of you, swings on it and squeaks. You go further, and she flies to another reed and squeaks and squeaks. It is she who makes known to the entire swamp population; you look - there the ducks guessed the approach of the hunter and flew away, and there the cranes waved their wings, snipes began to break out there. And all of this is her, all of her. So the birds say differently, and the animals read the tracks more.

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It's fun to hunt foxes with flags. They will go around the fox, recognize her lying down and through the bushes for a mile or two around the sleeping one they will hang a rope with red flags. The fox is very afraid of colored flags and the smell of calico, frightened looking for a way out of the terrible circle. The exit is left for her, and near this place, under the cover of a Christmas tree, her hunter is waiting.

Such a hunt with flags is much more productive than with hounds. And this winter was so snowy, with such loose snow, that the dog was drowning up to his ears and it became impossible to chase the foxes with the dog. Once, having exhausted myself and the dog, I said to the huntsman Mikhal Mikhalych:

- Let's leave the dogs, start the flags, because with the flags you can kill every fox.

- How is it for everyone? Michal Mikhalych asked.

“So simple,” I replied. - After the powder, we will take a fresh trail, go around, tighten the circle with flags, and our fox.

- It was in the old days, - said the huntsman, - it happened, the fox sits for three days and does not dare to go beyond the flags. What a fox! The wolves sat for two days. Now the animals have become smarter, often chasing right under the flags, and goodbye.

“I understand,” I replied, “that seasoned animals, who have already been in trouble more than once, have grown wiser and go under the flags, but there are relatively few of them, the majority, especially young people, have never seen flags.

- Didn't see it! They don't even need to see. They have a conversation.

- What kind of conversation?

- Ordinary conversation. It happens that you set a trap, an old, smart beast will visit near, he will not like it, and will move away. Others won't get very far. Well, tell me, how do they know?

- What do you think?

- I think, - answered Mikhal Mikhalych, - animals read.

– Do they read?

- Well, yes, they read with their noses. This can be seen in dogs as well. It is known how they leave their notes everywhere on the posts, on the bushes, others then go and take everything apart. So the fox, the wolf constantly read; We have eyes, they have a nose. The second thing I consider the voice of animals and birds. A raven flies and cries. At least we have something. And the fox pricked up its ears in the bushes, hurries into the field. A raven flies and cries above, and below, following the cry of a raven, a fox rushes at full speed. The raven descends on carrion, and the fox is already right there. But what a fox, but didn’t it happen to you to guess something from the cry of a magpie?

Of course, like any hunter, I had to use the magpie's call, but Mikhal Mikhalych told a special case. Once he had dogs in a hare race. The hare suddenly seemed to have fallen through the ground. Then, in a completely different direction, a magpie tickled. The huntsman, stealthily, goes to the magpie so that she does not notice him. And this was in winter, when all the hares had already turned white, only all the snow had melted, and the white ones on the ground became far visible.

The huntsman looked under the tree on which the magpie was tickling, and he sees: the white one just lies on the green midge, and the eyes are black, like two bobbins, looking.

The magpie betrayed a hare, but she gives a man to a hare and to every animal, if only she would notice someone first.

“You know,” said Mikhal Mikhalych, “there is a small yellow marsh porridge.” When you enter the swamp for ducks, you begin to quietly steal away, suddenly, out of nowhere, this same yellow bird sits on a reed in front of you, swings on it and squeaks. You go further, and she flies to another reed and squeaks and squeaks. It is she who makes known to the entire swamp population; you look - there the duck flew out too much, and there the cranes waved their wings, there snipes began to break out. And all of this is her, all of her. So the birds say differently, and the animals read the tracks more.

Mikhail Mikhailovich Prishvin

The conversation of birds and animals

Amusing hunting for foxes with flags. They will go around the fox, recognize her lying down and through the bushes for a mile or two around the sleeping one they will hang a rope with red flags. The fox is very afraid of colored flags and the smell of calico, frightened looking for a way out of the terrible circle. The exit is left for her, and near this place, under the cover of a Christmas tree, her hunter is waiting.

Such a hunt with flags is much more productive than with hounds. And this winter was so snowy, with such loose snow, that the dog was drowning up to his ears and it became impossible to chase the foxes with the dog. Once, having exhausted myself and the dog, I said to the huntsman Mikhal Mikhalych:

- Let's leave the dogs, start the flags, because with the flags you can kill every fox.

- How is it for everyone? Michal Mikhalych asked.

“So simple,” I replied. - After the powder, we will take a fresh trail, go around, tighten the circle with flags, and our fox.

- It was in the old days, - said the huntsman, - it happened, the fox sits for three days and does not dare to go beyond the flags. What a fox! The wolves sat for two days. Now the animals have become smarter, often chasing right under the flags, and goodbye.

“I understand,” I replied, “that seasoned animals, who have already been in trouble more than once, have grown wiser and go under the flags, but there are relatively few of them, the majority, especially young people, have never seen flags.

- Didn't see it! They don't even need to see. They have a conversation.

- What kind of conversation?

- Ordinary conversation. It happens that you set a trap, an old, smart beast will visit near, he will not like it, and will move away. Others won't get very far. Well, tell me, how do they know?

- What do you think?

- I think, - answered Mikhal Mikhalych, - animals read.

– Do they read?

- Well, yes, they read with their noses. This can be seen in dogs as well. It is known how they leave their notes everywhere on the posts, on the bushes, others then go and take everything apart. So the fox, the wolf constantly read; We have eyes, they have a nose. The second thing I consider the voice of animals and birds. A raven flies and cries. At least we have something. And the fox pricked up its ears in the bushes, hurries into the field. A raven flies and cries above, and below, following the cry of a raven, a fox rushes at full speed. The raven descends on carrion, and the fox is already right there. But what a fox, but didn’t it happen to you to guess something from the cry of a magpie?

Of course, like any hunter, I had to use the magpie's call, but Mikhal Mikhalych told a special case. Once he had dogs in a hare race. The hare suddenly seemed to have fallen through the ground. Then, in a completely different direction, a magpie tickled. The huntsman, stealthily, goes to the magpie so that she does not notice him. And this was in winter, when all the hares had already turned white, only all the snow had melted, and the white ones on the ground became far visible.

The huntsman looked under the tree on which the magpie was tickling, and he sees: the white one just lies on the green midge, and the eyes are black, like two bobbins, looking.

The magpie betrayed a hare, but she gives a man to a hare and to every animal, if only she would notice someone first.

“You know,” said Mikhal Mikhalych, “there is a small yellow marsh porridge.” When you enter the swamp for ducks, you begin to quietly steal away, suddenly, out of nowhere, this same yellow bird sits on a reed in front of you, swings on it and squeaks. You go further, and she flies to another reed and squeaks and squeaks. It is she who makes known to the entire swamp population; you look - there the duck flew out too much, and there the cranes waved their wings, there snipes began to break out. And all of this is her, all of her. So the birds say differently, and the animals read the tracks more.