A short story about Puss in Boots. Online reading of the book Puss in Boots Puss in Boots

01.11.2019 -

The miller had three sons, and when he died he left them only a mill, a donkey and a cat.

The brothers divided their father's property among themselves without a notary and a judge, who would quickly swallow all their meager inheritance. The eldest got the mill. The average one is a donkey. Well, the youngest had to adopt a cat.

The poor fellow could not console himself for a long time after receiving such a pitiful share of the inheritance.

The brothers can honestly earn their living,” he said. - What will happen to me after I eat my cat and make a muff out of its skin? Just starve to death.

The cat heard these words, but did not show it, but said calmly and judiciously:

Don't be sad, master. Give me a bag, and order a pair of boots to make it easier to wander through the forest, and you will see that you are not as deprived as you think now.

The cat’s owner himself didn’t know whether to believe it or not, but he remembered well what tricks this rogue used when he hunted rats and mice, how cleverly he pretended to be dead, sometimes hanging on his hind legs, sometimes burying his head almost in flour. Who knows, what if he actually does something to help in trouble!

As soon as the cat got everything he needed, he quickly put on his shoes, stamped his feet bravely, threw the bag over his shoulder, holding it by the laces with his front paws, and walked into the Reserved Forest, where there were many rabbits. And in the bag he had bran and hare cabbage.

Stretching out on the grass and pretending to be dead, he began to wait for some stupid rabbit, who had not yet had time to experience on his own skin how evil and treacherous the light is, to climb into the bag to feast on the treat stored for him.

He didn’t have to wait long: some young, gullible simpleton rabbit immediately jumped into the bag.

Without thinking twice, the cat tightened his laces and finished off the rabbit without any mercy.

After this, proud of his spoils, he went straight to the palace and asked to be received by the king.

He was brought into the royal chambers. He made a respectful bow to His Majesty and said:

Sir, here is a rabbit from the forests of the Marquis de Carabas (he invented such a name for his owner). My master ordered me to present you with this modest gift.

Thank your master,” replied the king, “and tell him that he has given me great pleasure.”

A few days later the cat went to the field and there, hiding among the ears of corn, he again opened his bag.

This time two partridges fell into his trap. He quickly tightened the laces on the bag and carried them both to the king.

The king willingly accepted this gift and ordered the cat to be rewarded.

So two or three months passed. The cat kept bringing the king game, as if it had been killed during a hunt by his owner, the Marquis de Carabas.

And then one day the cat found out that the king, together with his daughter, the most beautiful princess in the world, was going to take a carriage ride along the river bank.

Do you agree to listen to my advice? - he asked his master. - In that case, happiness is in your hands. All that is required of you is to go swimming in the river, where I show you. Leave the rest to me.

The Marquis de Carabas obediently carried out everything that the cat advised him, although he had no idea why it was needed. While he was bathing, the royal carriage drove onto the river bank.

The cat rushed towards her as fast as he could and shouted at the top of his lungs:

Here, here! Help! The Marquis de Carabas is drowning!

The king heard this cry, opened the carriage door and, recognizing the cat who had brought him game as a gift so many times, immediately sent his guards to rescue the Marquis de Carabas.

While the poor marquis was being pulled out of the water, the cat managed to tell the king that thieves had stolen everything from his master while he was swimming. (But in fact, the sly man hid the owner’s dress under a large stone with his own paws.)

The king immediately ordered his courtiers to bring one of the best outfits in the royal wardrobe for the Marquis de Carabas.

The outfit turned out to fit and suit the face, and since the Marquis was already at least somewhere - handsome and stately - then, having dressed up, he, of course, became even better, and the royal daughter, looking at him, found that he was like once to her taste.

When the Marquis de Carabas cast two or three glances in her direction, very respectful and at the same time tender, she fell madly in love with him.

Her father also took a liking to the young marquis. The king was very kind to him and even invited him to sit in the carriage and take part in the walk.

The cat was delighted that everything was going like clockwork, and happily ran in front of the carriage.

On the way, he saw peasants mowing hay in the meadow.

“Hey, good people,” he shouted as he ran, “

Puss in Boots

One miller left his three sons a small inheritance - a mill, a donkey and a cat.
The brothers immediately divided their father's inheritance: the eldest took a mill, the middle one a donkey, and the youngest was given a cat. The younger brother was very sad that he inherited such a bad inheritance.
“Brothers can honestly earn a piece of bread for themselves if they live together,” he said. “And when I eat my cat and make mittens from its skin, I will have to die of hunger.”
The cat heard these words, but was not offended.
“Don’t worry, master,” he said importantly and seriously, “better give me a bag and a pair of boots to make it easier to walk through the bushes.” You will see then that you have not received such a bad inheritance as you think.
The owner of the Cat didn’t really believe his words. But I remembered his various tricks and thought: “Maybe. The cat will actually help me with something!”
As soon as the Cat received the boots from the owner, he deftly put them on. Then he put cabbage in the bag, threw the bag on his back and went into the forest, where there were many rabbits.
He came to the forest, hid behind the bushes and began to wait for some young, stupid rabbit to poke his head into the bag for cabbage.
Before he had time to hide, he was immediately lucky: a young, trusting rabbit climbed into the bag. The cat quickly rushed to the bag and tightened the strings tightly.
Very proud that the hunt was so successful.

The cat went to the palace and asked to be allowed to see the king.
He was brought into the royal chambers. Upon entering there. The cat bowed low to the king and said:
- Great king! The Marquis of Karabas (as the Cat took it into his head to name his owner) ordered me to bring you this rabbit as a gift.
“Tell your master,” replied the king, “that I am very pleased with his gift and thank him.”
The cat took his leave and left the palace.
Another time he hid in a field, among the ears of wheat, and opened a bag of bait.
When two partridges got into the bag. The cat immediately took the partridge to the king. The king gladly accepted the partridges and ordered the Cat to be treated to wine.
So for two or three months in a row, the Cat brought various game to the king on behalf of the Marquis of Karabas.

One day the Cat learned that the king was going to ride along the river bank in a carriage for a walk with his daughter, the most beautiful princess in the world. He said to his master:
“If you listen to me, you will be happy all your life.” Go swim in the river today in the place I indicate, I’ll arrange the rest myself!
The owner listened to the Cat and went to the river, although he did not understand what benefit this would bring him.

While he was bathing, a king passed along the river bank.
The cat was already waiting for him, and as soon as the carriage approached, he shouted with all his might:
- Help! Help! The Marquis of Karabas is drowning! The king heard a scream and looked out of the carriage. He recognized the Cat, who had already brought him game so many times, and ordered the servants to run quickly to the aid of the Marquis of Karabas.
While the Marquis was being pulled out of the river. The cat went up to the carriage and told the king that when the Marquis was bathing, the thieves took away all his clothes, although he, the Cat, called with all his might for help and shouted loudly: “Thieves! Thieves!
But in fact, the rogue himself hid his master’s clothes under a large stone.

The Tale of Puss in Boots

The miller had three sons, and when he died he left them only a mill, a donkey and a cat.

The brothers divided their father's property among themselves without a notary and a judge, who would quickly swallow all their meager inheritance.

The eldest got the mill. The average donkey. Well, the youngest had to take a cat.

The poor fellow could not console himself for a long time after receiving such a pitiful share of the inheritance.

Brothers, he said, can honestly earn their bread if only they stick together. What will happen to me after I eat my cat and make a muff out of its skin? Just starve to death!

The cat heard these words, but did not show it, but said calmly and judiciously:

- Don't be sad, master. Give me a bag and order a pair of boots to make it easier to wander through the bushes, and you will see for yourself that you have not been as offended as it seems to you now.

The cat’s owner himself didn’t know whether to believe it or not, but he remembered well what tricks the cat used when he hunted rats and mice, how cleverly he pretended to be dead, then hanging on hind legs, then burying himself almost headlong in flour. Who knows, what if he actually does something to help in trouble!

As soon as the cat got everything he needed, he quickly put on his shoes, stamped his feet bravely, threw the bag over his shoulder and, holding it by the laces with his front paws, walked into the reserved forest, where there were many rabbits. And in the bag he had bran and hare cabbage.

Stretching out on the grass and pretending to be dead, he began to wait for some inexperienced rabbit, who had not yet had time to experience on his own skin how evil and treacherous the light is, to climb into the bag to feast on the treats stored for him.

He didn’t have to wait long: some young, gullible simpleton rabbit immediately jumped into his bag.

Without thinking twice, the uncle-cat tightened his shoelaces and finished off the rabbit without any mercy.

After this, proud of his spoils, he went straight to the palace and asked to be received by the king. He was brought into the royal chambers. He made a respectful bow to His Majesty and said:

“Sir, here is a rabbit from the forests of the Marquis de Carabas (he invented this name for his owner). My master ordered me to present you with this modest gift.

“Thank your master,” replied the king, “and tell him that he has given me great pleasure.”

A few days later the cat went to the field and there, hiding among the ears of corn, he again opened his bag.

This time two partridges fell into his trap. He quickly tightened his laces and carried them both to the king.

The king willingly accepted this gift and ordered to give the cat a tip.

So two or three months passed. The cat kept bringing the king game, as if it had been killed during a hunt by his owner, the Marquis de Carabas.

And then one day the cat found out that the king, together with his daughter, the most beautiful princess in the world, was going to take a carriage ride along the river bank.

Do you agree to listen to my advice? – he asked his master. “In that case, happiness is in our hands.” All you have to do is go for a swim in the river, where I show you. Leave the rest to me.

The Marquis de Carabas obediently carried out everything that the cat advised him, although he had no idea why it was needed. While he was bathing, the royal carriage drove onto the river bank.

The cat rushed as fast as he could and shouted at the top of his lungs:

- Here, here! Help! The Marquis de Carabas is drowning!

The king heard this cry, opened the carriage door and, recognizing the cat who had brought him game as a gift so many times, immediately sent his guards to rescue the Marquis de Carabas.

While the poor marquis was being pulled out of the water, the cat managed to tell the king that thieves had stolen everything from the gentleman while he was swimming. (But in fact, the sly man hid the owner’s dress under a large stone with his own paws.)

The king immediately ordered his courtiers to bring one of the best outfits in the royal wardrobe for the Marquis de Carabas.

The outfit turned out to be both in time and becoming, and since the Marquis was already a little boy - handsome and stately, having dressed up, he, of course, became even better, and the royal daughter, looking at him, found that he just to her taste.

When the Marquis de Carabas cast two or three glances in her direction, very respectful and at the same time tender, she fell madly in love with him.

Her father also took a liking to the young marquis. The king was very kind to him and even invited him to sit in the carriage and take part in the walk.

The cat was delighted that everything was going like clockwork, and happily ran in front of the carriage.

On the way, he saw peasants mowing hay in the meadow.

“Hey, good people,” he shouted as he ran, “if you don’t tell the king that this meadow belongs to the Marquis de Carabas, you will all be chopped into pieces like pie filling!” Just know it!

Just then the royal carriage arrived, and the king asked, looking out of the window:

-Whose meadow are you mowing?

- However, Marquis, you have a glorious estate here! - said the king.

“Yes, sir, this meadow produces excellent hay every year,” the marquis answered modestly.

Meanwhile, the uncle-cat ran forward and forward until he saw reapers working in the field along the road.

“Hey, good people,” he shouted, “if you don’t tell the king that all this bread belongs to the Marquis de Carabas, then know that you will all be chopped into pieces, like filling for a pie!”

A minute later the king rode up to the reapers and wanted to know whose fields they were reaping.

“The fields of the Marquis de Carabas,” answered the reapers. And the king again rejoiced for Mister Marquis. And the cat kept running forward and ordered everyone who came across him to say the same thing: “This is the house of the Marquis de Carabas,” “this is the mill of the Marquis de Carabas,” “this is the garden of the Marquis de Carabas.” The king could not be surprised at the wealth of the young marquis.

And finally, the cat ran to the gates of the beautiful castle. A very rich cannibal giant lived here. No one in the world has ever seen a giant richer than this. All the lands through which the royal carriage passed were in his possession.

The cat found out in advance what kind of giant he was, what his strength was, and asked to be allowed to see his owner. He, they say, cannot and does not want to pass by without paying his respects.

The cannibal received him with all the courtesy of which an cannibal is capable, and suggested that he rest.

“They assured me,” said the cat, “that you can turn into any animal.” Well, for example, you supposedly can turn into a lion or an elephant...

- Can! - the giant barked. - And to prove this, I will immediately become a lion! Look!

The cat was so frightened when he saw the lion in front of him that in an instant he climbed up the drainpipe onto the roof, although it was difficult and even dangerous, because it is not so easy to walk on the tiles in boots.

Only when the giant again took on his former appearance did the cat come down from the roof and confess to his owner that he had almost died from fear.

“They also assured me,” he said, “but I just can’t believe this, that you supposedly know how to turn into even the smallest animals.” Well, for example, become a rat or even a mouse. I must tell you the truth that I consider this completely impossible.

- Oh, that's how it is! Impossible? - asked the giant. - Well, look!

And at the same moment he turned into a mouse. The mouse quickly ran across the floor, but the cat chased after it and swallowed it at once.

Meanwhile, the king, passing by, noticed a beautiful castle along the way and wished to enter there.

The cat heard the wheels of the royal carriage rattling on the drawbridge, and, running out to meet him, said to the king:

– Welcome to the castle of the Marquis de Carabas, Your Majesty! You are welcome!

- How, Mister Marquis?! - exclaimed the king. – Is this castle yours too? It is impossible to imagine anything more beautiful than this yard and the buildings around it. Yes, this is just a palace! Let's see what it's like inside, if you don't mind.

The Marquis gave his hand to the beautiful princess and led her after the king, who, as expected, walked in front.

All three of them entered the large hall, where a magnificent dinner had been prepared.

Just on this day, the cannibal invited his friends to his place, but they did not dare to come, having learned that the king was visiting the castle.

The king was fascinated by the merits of Monsieur Marquis de Carabas almost as much as his daughter, who was simply crazy about the marquis.

In addition, His Majesty could not, of course, fail to appreciate the wonderful possessions of the Marquis and, having drained five or six cups, said:

“If you want to become my son-in-law, Mister Marquis, it depends only on you.” And I agree.

The marquis thanked the king with a respectful bow for the honor shown to him, and on the same day he married the princess.

And the cat became a noble nobleman and since then he hunted mice only occasionally - for his own pleasure.

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The miller had three sons, and when he died he left them only a mill, a donkey and a cat.

The brothers divided their father's property among themselves without a notary and a judge, who would quickly swallow all their meager inheritance.
Puss in Boots

The eldest got the mill. The average donkey. Well, the youngest had to take a cat.

The poor fellow could not console himself for a long time after receiving such a pitiful share of the inheritance.

Brothers, he said, can honestly earn their bread if only they stick together. What will happen to me after I eat my cat and make a muff out of its skin? Just starve to death!

The cat heard these words, but did not show it, but said calmly and judiciously:

The cat’s owner himself didn’t know whether to believe it or not, but he remembered well what tricks the cat used when he hunted rats and mice, how cleverly he pretended to be dead, sometimes hanging on his hind legs, sometimes burying himself almost headlong in flour. Who knows, what if he actually does something to help in trouble!