Where does a whale have such a throat? Kipling's Tale for children to read

It was a long time ago, my dear boy. Once upon a time there lived a Keith. He swam in the sea and ate fish. He ate bream, and ruff, and beluga, and stellate sturgeon, and herring, and the herring aunt, and the little raft, and her sister, and the nimble, fast spinning eel. Whatever fish comes across, it will eat it. He opens his mouth, and he’s done!
So in the end, in the whole sea, only the Fish survived, and that Little Stickleback. It was a cunning Fish. She floated next to Keith, right next to his right ear, slightly behind so that he could not swallow it. That was the only way she was saved. But then he stood on his tail and said:
- I want to eat!
And the little cunning Fish said to him in a small cunning voice:
-Have you tried Man, noble and generous Mammal?
“No,” Keith answered. - What does it taste like?
“Very tasty,” said Rybka. - Tasty, but a little prickly.
“Well, then bring me about half a dozen of them here,” said Keith and struck the water with his tail so hard that the whole sea was covered with foam.
- One is enough for you! - said Little Stickleback. - Sail to the fortieth degree of northern latitude and the fiftieth degree of western longitude (these words are magical), and you will see a raft in the middle of the sea. A sailor is sitting on a raft. His ship sank. The only clothes he has on are blue canvas pants and suspenders (don’t forget about those suspenders, my boy!) and a hunting knife. But I must tell you in all honesty that this is a very resourceful, intelligent and brave man.
Keith ran as fast as he could. He swam, swam, and swam where he was told: to the fiftieth degree of western longitude and the fortieth degree of northern latitude. He sees, and it’s true: in the middle of the sea there is a raft, on the raft there is a Sailor and no one else. The Sailor is wearing blue canvas pants and suspenders (look, my dear, don’t forget about the suspenders!) and a hunting knife at the side of his belt, and nothing else. The Sailor is sitting on a raft, with his legs dangling in the water. (His Mom allowed him to dangle his bare feet in the water, otherwise he would not have dangled because he was very smart and brave.)

Keith's mouth opened wider, and wider, and wider, and opened almost all the way to his tail. The whale swallowed the Sailor, and his raft, and his blue canvas trousers, and his suspenders (please don’t forget your suspenders, my dear!), and even his hunting knife.
Everything fell into that warm and dark closet called Keith's stomach. Keith licked his lips - like that! - and turned on his tail three times.
But as soon as the Sailor, very smart and brave, found himself in a dark and warm closet, which is called the stomach of the Whale, he started tumbling, kicking, biting, kicking, pounding, threshing, clapping, stomping, knocking, strumming, and in such an inappropriate place he danced a trepak , that Keith felt completely unwell (I hope you didn’t forget about the braces?).
And he said to Little Stickleback:
- The person is not to my liking, not to my taste. It gives me hiccups. What to do?
“Well, tell him to jump out,” advised Little Stickleback.
Keith shouted into his own mouth:
- Hey, you, come out! And make sure you behave yourself. You're making me have hiccups.
“Well, no,” said the Sailor, “I’m fine here too!” Now, if you take me to my native shores, to the white cliffs of England, then I’ll probably think about whether I should go out or stay.
And he stamped his feet even more strongly.
“There’s nothing to do, take him home,” said the cunning Fish to the Whale. - After all, I told you that he is very smart and brave.
Keith obeyed and set off. He swam, and swam, and swam, working all the way with his tail and two fins, although he was greatly hindered by hiccups.
Finally the white cliffs of England appeared in the distance. The whale swam to the very shore and began to open its mouth - wider, and wider, and wider - and said to the Man:
- It's time to go out. Transfer. Nearest stations: Winchester, Ash-eloth, Nashua, Keene and Fitchboro.
He just said: “Fich!” - the Sailor jumped out of his mouth. This Sailor was indeed very smart and brave. Sitting in Keith's stomach, he wasted no time: he split his raft into thin pieces with a knife, folded them crosswise and tied them tightly with suspenders (now you understand why you should not have forgotten about the suspenders!), and he got a lattice, with which he blocked Keith's throat; At the same time, he said the magic words. You have not heard these words, and I will be happy to tell them to you. He said:
I put the bars up, I plugged Keith’s throat.
With these words, he jumped onto the shore, onto small pebbles, and walked towards his Mother, who allowed him to walk on the water barefoot. Then he got married, and began to live and live, and was very happy. Keith also got married and was also very happy. But from that day on and forever and ever there was a lattice in his throat that he could neither swallow nor spit out. Because of this grille, only small fish fell into his throat. That is why nowadays Whales no longer swallow people.
And the cunning Fish swam away and hid in the mud, under the very threshold of the Equator. She thought Keith was angry and was afraid to appear in front of him.
The sailor took his hunting knife with him. He was still wearing his blue canvas trousers; when he walked on the pebbles near the sea. But he was no longer wearing suspenders. They remained in Keith's throat. They tied together splinters, from which the Sailor made a lattice.
That's it. This fairy tale is over.

That was a long time ago, my dear boy. Once upon a time there lived a Keith. He swam in the sea and ate fish. He ate bream, and ruff, and beluga, and stellate sturgeon, and herring, and the herring aunt, and the little raft, and her sister, and the nimble, fast spinning eel. Whatever fish comes across, it will eat it. He opens his mouth, and he’s done!

So in the end, in the whole sea, only the Fish survived, and that Little Stickleback. It was a cunning Fish. She floated next to Keith, right next to his right ear, slightly behind so that he could not swallow it. That was the only way she was saved. But then he stood on his tail and said:

I want to eat!

And the little cunning Fish said to him in a small cunning voice:

Have you tried Man, noble and generous Mammal?

No,” Keith answered. - What does it taste like?

“Very tasty,” said Rybka. - Tasty, but a little prickly.

Well, then bring me about half a dozen of them here,” said the whale and hit the water with his tail so hard that the whole sea was covered with foam.

One is enough for you! - said Little Stickleback. - Sail to the fortieth degree of northern latitude and the fiftieth degree of western longitude (these words are magical), and you will see a raft in the middle of the sea. A sailor is sitting on a raft. His ship sank. The only clothes he has on are blue canvas pants and suspenders (don’t forget about those suspenders, my boy!) and a hunting knife. But I must tell you in all honesty that this is a very resourceful, intelligent and brave man.

Keith ran as fast as he could. He swam, swam, and swam where he was told: to the fiftieth degree of western longitude and the fortieth degree of northern latitude. He sees, and it’s true: in the middle of the sea there is a raft, on the raft there is a Sailor and no one else. The Sailor is wearing blue canvas pants and suspenders (look, my dear, don’t forget about the suspenders!) and a hunting knife at the side of his belt, and nothing else. The Sailor is sitting on a raft, with his legs dangling in the water. (His Mom allowed him to dangle his bare feet in the water, otherwise he would not have dangled because he was very smart and brave.)

Tales of Kipling R.D. - Where does a whale get such a throat?
Keith's mouth opened wider, and wider, and wider, and opened almost all the way to his tail. The whale swallowed the Sailor, and his raft, and his blue canvas trousers, and his suspenders (please don’t forget your suspenders, my dear!), and even his hunting knife.

Everything fell into that warm and dark closet called Keith's stomach. Keith licked his lips - like that! - and turned on his tail three times.

But as soon as the Sailor, very smart and brave, found himself in a dark and warm closet, which is called the stomach of the Whale, he started somersaulting, kicking, biting, kicking, pounding, threshing, clapping, stomping, knocking, strumming, and in such an inappropriate place he began to dance the trepak , that Keith felt completely unwell (I hope you didn’t forget about the braces?).

And he said to Little Stickleback:

The person is not to my liking, not to my taste. It gives me hiccups. What to do?

Well, tell him to jump out,” advised Little Stickleback.

Keith shouted into his own mouth:

Hey you, come out! And make sure you behave yourself. You're making me have hiccups.

Well, no,” said the Sailor, “I’m fine here too!” Now, if you take me to my native shores, to the white cliffs of England, then I’ll probably think about whether I should go out or stay.

And he stamped his feet even more strongly.

There’s nothing to do, take him home,” said the cunning Fish to the Whale. - After all, I told you that he is very smart and brave.

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Keith obeyed and set off. He swam, and swam, and swam, working all the way with his tail and two fins, although he was greatly hindered by hiccups.

Finally the white cliffs of England appeared in the distance. The whale swam to the very shore and began to open its mouth - wider, and wider, and wider - and said to the Man:

It's time to go out. Transfer. Nearest stations: Winchester, Ash-eloth, Nashua, Keene and Fitchboro.

He just said: “Fich!” - the Sailor jumped out of his mouth. This Sailor was indeed very smart and brave. Sitting in Keith's stomach, he wasted no time: he split his raft into thin pieces with a knife, folded them crosswise and tied them tightly with suspenders (now you understand why you should not have forgotten about the suspenders!), and he got a lattice, with which he blocked Keith's throat; At the same time, he said the magic words. You have not heard these words, and I will be happy to tell them to you. He said:

I put up a grate
I shut Keith's throat.

With these words, he jumped onto the shore, onto small pebbles, and walked towards his Mother, who allowed him to walk on the water barefoot. Then he got married, and began to live and live, and was very happy. Keith also got married and was also very happy. But from that day on and forever and ever there was a lattice in his throat that he could neither swallow nor spit out. Because of this grille, only small fish fell into his throat. That is why nowadays Whales no longer swallow people.

And the cunning Fish swam away and hid in the mud, under the very threshold of the Equator. She thought Keith was angry and was afraid to appear in front of him.

The sailor took his hunting knife with him. He was still wearing his blue canvas trousers; when he walked on the pebbles near the sea. But he was no longer wearing suspenders. They remained in Keith's throat. They tied together splinters, from which the Sailor made a lattice.

That's it. This fairy tale is over.

Rudyard Kipling's fairy tale Where does a whale get such a throat?

E that was a long time ago, my dear boy. Once upon a time there lived a Keith. He swam in the sea and ate fish. He ate bream, and ruff, and beluga, and stellate sturgeon, and herring, and the herring aunt, and roach, and her sister, and the nimble, fast spinning eel. Whatever fish comes across, it will eat it. He opens his mouth, ah, and he’s done!

So in the end, in the whole sea, only the Fish survived, and that Little Stickleback. It was a cunning Fish. She floated next to Keith, right next to his right ear, slightly behind so that he could not swallow it. That was the only way she was saved. But then he stood on his tail and said:

I want to eat!

And the little cunning Fish said to him in a small cunning voice:

Have you tried Man, noble and generous Mammal?

No,” Keith answered. “What does it taste like?”

“Very tasty,” said the Fish. “Tasty, but a little prickly.”

“Well, bring me about half a dozen of them here,” said Keith, and struck the water with his tail so hard that the whole sea was covered with foam.

One is enough for you to start! - said Little Stickleback. - Swim to the fiftieth degree of north latitude and the forty degree of west longitude (these words are magical), and you will see a raft in the middle of the sea. A sailor is sitting on a raft. His ship sank. The only clothes he has on are blue canvas pants, suspenders (don’t forget about those suspenders, my boy!), and a hunting knife. But I must tell you in all honesty that this man is very resourceful-smart-and-brave.

Keith ran as fast as he could. He swam, swam and swam where he was told: to the fiftieth degree of northern latitude and the fortieth degree of western longitude. He sees, and it’s true: in the middle of the sea there is a raft, on the raft there is a Sailor, and no one else. The Sailor is wearing blue canvas pants, and suspenders (look, my dear, don’t forget about the suspenders!), and a hunting knife at the side of his belt, and nothing else. The Sailor is sitting on the helot, and his legs are dangling in the water. (His Mom let him dangle his bare feet in the water, otherwise he wouldn't have dangled because he was very-smart-and-brave.)

Keith's mouth opened wider, and wider, and wider, and opened almost all the way to his tail. The whale swallowed the Sailor, and his raft, and his blue canvas trousers, and his suspenders (please don’t forget your suspenders, my dear!), and even his hunting knife.

Everything fell into that warm and dark closet called Keith's stomach. Keith licked his lips - like that! - and turned on his tail three times.

But as soon as the Sailor, very smart and brave, found himself in the dark and warm closet, which is called the stomach of the Whale, he began to somersault, kick, bite, kick, pound, thresh, clap, stomp, knock, strum and in such inappropriate There was a trepak dance in the place, which made Keith feel completely unwell. (I hope you haven't forgotten about your suspenders?)

And he said to Little Stickleback:

The person is not to my liking, not to my taste. It gives me hiccups. What to do?

Well, tell him to jump out,” advised Baby Stickleback.

Keith shouted into his own mouth:

This picture shows a whale. He swallows a sailor, an extremely smart and resourceful man. He also swallows his raft, pants, knife and suspenders. Pay attention to the suspenders: see the stripes with buttons? That's exactly what they are; there is a knife next to them. A sailor is sitting on a raft, but the raft is tilted on its side, covered with water, and therefore he is almost invisible. The white thing next to the sailor’s left hand was a wooden stick with a hook, he tried to row it just at the time when the whale swam up. In reality it is not a stick, but a hook. When the whale swallowed the sailor, the gaff was abandoned. The whale's name was Jolly, and the sailor's name was Mr. Henry Albert Bivvens. A small cunning fish is hiding under the belly of a whale, otherwise I would certainly draw it too. Do you see how rough the sea is? This is because the whale sucks in water, because it wants to suck in Mr. Henry Albert Bivens, the raft, the knife and the suspenders along with it. Look, don't forget about them.

Hey you, come out! And make sure you behave yourself. You're making me have hiccups.

Well, no,” said the Sailor, “I’m fine here too!” Now, if you take me to my native shores, to the white cliffs of England, then I’ll probably think about whether I should go out or stay.” And he stamped his feet even more strongly.

There’s nothing to do, take him home,” said the cunning Fish to the Whale. “After all, I told you that he is very smart and brave.”

Keith obeyed and set off. He swam, and swam, and swam, working all the way with his tail and two fins, although he was greatly hindered by hiccups.

At last the white cliffs of England appeared in the distance. The whale swam to the very shore and began to open its mouth - wider, and wider, and wider, and wider - and said to the Man:

It's time to go out. Transfer. Nearest stations: Winchester, Ashuelot, Nashua, Keene and Fitchboro.

He just said: “Fitch!” — the Sailor jumped out of his mouth. This Sailor was indeed very smart and brave. Sitting in Keith's stomach, he wasted no time: he split his raft into thin pieces with a knife, folded them crosswise and tied them tightly with suspenders (now you understand why you should not have forgotten about the suspenders!), and he got a lattice, with which he blocked Keith's throat. At the same time, he said the magic words. You have not heard these words, and I will be happy to tell them to you. He said:

I put up a grate

I shut Keith's throat.

With these words, he jumped onto the shore, onto small pebbles, and walked towards his Mother, who allowed him to walk on the water barefoot. Then he got married, and began to live and live, and was very happy. Keith also got married and was also very happy. But from that day forward there was a lattice in his throat that he could neither swallow nor spit out. From behind these bars

Here it is depicted as a whale looking for a cunning fish that hid under the threshold of the equator. Her name was Pongle. The fish hid among the roots of huge seaweeds that grow in front of the doors of the equator. I drew these doors. They are closed. They are always closed because doors should always be closed. You see something like a rope that goes from right to left; this is the equator itself; black things like stones - two giants, Mor and Cor; they keep the equator in order. They also painted shadow pictures on the doors of the equator and carved intertwined fish under the doors with incisors. Fishes whose noses resemble beaks are dolphins; other fish with strange heads are called hammerheads; This is a breed of shark. The whale could not find the cunning fish and searched for it for so long that it finally stopped being angry, and they became friends again.

Only small fish got into his throat. That is why nowadays Whales no longer swallow people. They don't even swallow little boys and little girls.

And the cunning Fish swam away and hid in the mud, under the very threshold of the Equator. She thought Keith was angry and was afraid to appear in front of him.

The sailor took a hunting knife with him. He was still wearing his blue canvas trousers as he walked on the pebbles close to the sea. But he was no longer wearing suspenders. They remained in Keith's throat. They tied together splinters, from which the Sailor made a lattice.

That's all. This fairy tale is over.

If in the cabin glass
Green darkness.
And the spray takes off
To the pipes
And they get up every minute
Now the bow, now the stern,
And the servant pouring
Soup,
Suddenly falls
Into the cube
If the boy is in the morning
Not dressed, not washed
And a sack on the floor
His nanny is lying
And mom is in pain
My head is cracking
And no one laughs
Doesn't drink or eat
Then we understand
What do the words mean:
Forty Nord,
Fifty West!

Translation by Korney Chukovsky, Samuil Marshak

It was a long time ago, my dear boy. Once upon a time there lived a Keith. He swam in the sea and ate fish. He ate bream, and ruff, and beluga, and stellate sturgeon, and herring, and the herring aunt, and the little raft, and her sister, and the nimble, fast spinning eel. Whatever fish comes across, it will eat it. He opens his mouth, and he’s done!

So in the end, in the whole sea, only the Fish survived, and that Little Stickleback. It was a cunning Fish. She floated next to Keith, right next to his right ear, slightly behind so that he could not swallow it. That was the only way she was saved. But then he stood on his tail and said:

I want to eat! And the little cunning Fish said to him in a small cunning voice:
-Have you tried Man, noble and generous Mammal?
“No,” Keith answered. - What does it taste like?
“Very tasty,” said Rybka. - Tasty, but a little prickly.
“Well, then bring me about half a dozen of them here,” said Keith and hit the water with his tail so much that the whole sea was covered with foam.

One is enough for you! - said Little Stickleback. - Sail to the fiftieth degree of northern latitude and the forty degree of western longitude (these words are magical), and you will see a raft in the middle of the sea. A sailor is sitting on a raft. His ship sank. The only clothes he has on are blue canvas pants and suspenders (don’t forget about those suspenders, my boy!) and a hunting knife. But I must tell you in all honesty that this man is very resourceful, smart and brave.

Keith ran as fast as he could. He swam, swam and swam where he was told: to the fortieth degree of western longitude and the fiftieth degree of northern latitude. He sees, and it’s true: in the middle of the sea there is a raft, on the raft there is a Sailor, and no one else. The Sailor is wearing blue canvas pants and suspenders (look, my dear, don’t forget about the suspenders!) and a hunting knife at the side of his belt, and nothing else. The Sailor is sitting on a raft, with his legs dangling in the water. (His Mom allowed him to dangle his bare feet in the water, otherwise he would not have dangled because he was very smart and brave.)

Keith's mouth opened wider, and wider, and wider, and opened almost all the way to his tail. The whale swallowed the Sailor, and his raft, and his blue canvas trousers, and his suspenders (please, don’t forget your suspenders, my dear!), and even a hunting knife.

Everything fell into that warm and dark closet called Keith's stomach. Keith licked his lips - like that! - and turned on his tail three times.
But as soon as the Sailor, who was very smart and brave, found himself in a dark and warm closet, which is called the stomach of the Whale, he started tumbling, kicking, biting, kicking, pounding, threshing, and clapping, and stomping, and knocking, and strumming, and a trepak danced in such an inappropriate place that Keith felt completely unwell. (Na deyu s, have you forgotten about the suspenders?)
And he said to Little Stickleback:
- A person not to my liking, not to my taste. It gives me hiccups. What to do?
“Well, tell him to jump out,” advised Little Stickleback.
Keith shouted into his own mouth:
- Hey, you, come out! And make sure you behave yourself. You're making me have hiccups.
“Well, no,” said the Sailor, “I’m fine here too!” Now, if you take me to my native shores, to the white cliffs of England, then I’ll probably think about whether I should go out or stay.
And he stamped his feet even more strongly.
“There’s nothing to do, take him home,” said the cunning Fish to the Whale. - After all, I told you that he is very smart and brave.
Keith obeyed and set off. He swam, and swam, and swam, working all the way with his tail and two fins, although he was greatly hindered by hiccups.
Finally the white cliffs of England appeared in the distance. The whale swam to the very shore and began to open its mouth - wider, and wider, and wider, and wider - and said to the Man:
- It's time to go out. Transfer. Nearest stations: Winchester, Ashuelot, Nashua, Keene and Fitchboro.

He just said: “Fitch!” - the Sailor jumped out of his mouth. This Sailor was indeed very smart and brave. Sitting in Keith's stomach, he wasted no time: he split his raft into thin pieces with a knife, folded them crosswise and tied them tightly with suspenders (now you understand why you should not forget about the suspenders!), and he got a lattice, with which he blocked Keith's throat. At the same time, he said the magic words. You have not heard these words, and I will be happy to tell them to you.

He said:

I put up a grate

I shut Keith's throat.

With these words, he jumped onto the shore, onto small pebbles, and walked towards his Mother, who allowed him to walk on the water barefoot. Then he got married, and began to live and live, and was very happy. Keith also got married, and was also very happy. But from that day on and forever and ever there was a lattice in his throat that he could neither swallow nor spit out. Because of this grille, only small fish fell into his throat. That is why nowadays Whales no longer swallow people. They don't even swallow little boys and little girls.
And the cunning Fish swam away and hid in the mud, under the very threshold of the Equator. She thought Keith was angry and was afraid to appear in front of him.
The sailor took his hunting knife with him. He was still wearing his blue canvas pants as he walked along the pebbles near the sea. But he was no longer wearing suspenders. They remained in Keith's throat. They tied together splinters, from which the Sailor made a lattice.

That's it. This fairy tale is over.

If in the cabin glass

Green darkness,
And the spray takes off
To the pipes
And they get up every minute
Now the bow, now the stern,
And the servant pouring
Soup,
Suddenly falls
Into the cube
If the boy is in the morning

Not dressed, not washed

And a sack on the floor
His nanny is lying

And mom is in pain
My head is cracking
And no one laughs
Doesn't drink or eat, -
Then we understand
What do the words mean:
Forty Nord,
Fifty West!

It was a long time ago, my dear boy. Once upon a time there lived a Keith. He swam in the sea and ate fish. He ate bream, and ruff, and beluga, and stellate sturgeon, and herring, and the herring aunt, and the little raft, and her sister, and the nimble, fast spinning eel. Whatever fish comes across, it will eat it. He opens his mouth, and he’s done!

So in the end, in the whole sea, only the Fish survived, and that Little Stickleback. It was a cunning Fish. She floated next to Keith, right next to his right ear, slightly behind so that he could not swallow it. That was the only way she was saved. But then he stood on his tail and said:

I want to eat!

And the little cunning Fish said to him in a small cunning voice:

Have you tried Man, noble and generous Mammal?

No,” Keith answered. - What does it taste like?

“Very tasty,” said Rybka. - Tasty, but a little prickly.

Well, then bring me about half a dozen of them here,” said the whale and hit the water with his tail so hard that the whole sea was covered with foam.

One is enough for you! - said Little Stickleback. - Sail to the fortieth degree of northern latitude and the fiftieth degree of western longitude (these words are magical), and you will see a raft in the middle of the sea. A sailor is sitting on a raft. His ship sank. The only clothes he has on are blue canvas pants and suspenders (don’t forget about those suspenders, my boy!) and a hunting knife. But I must tell you in all honesty that this is a very resourceful, intelligent and brave man.

Keith ran as fast as he could. He swam, swam, and swam where he was told: to the fiftieth degree of western longitude and the fortieth degree of northern latitude. He sees, and it’s true: in the middle of the sea there is a raft, on the raft there is a Sailor and no one else. The Sailor is wearing blue canvas pants and suspenders (look, my dear, don’t forget about the suspenders!) and a hunting knife at the side of his belt, and nothing else. The Sailor is sitting on a raft, with his legs dangling in the water. (His Mom allowed him to dangle his bare feet in the water, otherwise he would not have dangled because he was very smart and brave.)

Keith's mouth opened wider, and wider, and wider, and opened almost all the way to his tail. The whale swallowed the Sailor, and his raft, and his blue canvas trousers, and his suspenders (please don’t forget your suspenders, my dear!), and even his hunting knife.

Everything fell into that warm and dark closet called Keith's stomach. Keith licked his lips - like that! - and turned on his tail three times.

But as soon as the Sailor, very smart and brave, found himself in a dark and warm closet, which is called the stomach of the Whale, he started somersaulting, kicking, biting, kicking, pounding, threshing, clapping, stomping, knocking, strumming, and in such an inappropriate place he began to dance the trepak , that Keith felt completely unwell (I hope you didn’t forget about the braces?).

And he said to Little Stickleback:

The person is not to my liking, not to my taste. It gives me hiccups. What to do?

Well, tell him to jump out,” advised Little Stickleback.

Keith shouted into his own mouth:

Hey you, come out! And make sure you behave yourself. You're making me have hiccups.

Well, no,” said the Sailor, “I’m fine here too!” Now, if you take me to my native shores, to the white cliffs of England, then I’ll probably think about whether I should go out or stay.

And he stamped his feet even more strongly.

There’s nothing to do, take him home,” said the cunning Fish to the Whale. - After all, I told you that he is very smart and brave.

Keith obeyed and set off. He swam, and swam, and swam, working all the way with his tail and two fins, although he was greatly hindered by hiccups.

Finally the white cliffs of England appeared in the distance. The whale swam to the very shore and began to open its mouth - wider, and wider, and wider - and said to the Man:

It's time to go out. Transfer. Nearest stations: Winchester, Ash-eloth, Nashua, Keene and Fitchboro.

He just said: “Fich!” - the Sailor jumped out of his mouth. This Sailor was indeed very smart and brave. Sitting in Keith's stomach, he wasted no time: he split his raft into thin pieces with a knife, folded them crosswise and tied them tightly with suspenders (now you understand why you should not have forgotten about the suspenders!), and he got a lattice, with which he blocked Keith's throat; At the same time, he said the magic words. You have not heard these words, and I will be happy to tell them to you. He said:

I put up a grate

I shut Keith's throat.

With these words, he jumped onto the shore, onto small pebbles, and walked towards his Mother, who allowed him to walk on the water barefoot. Then he got married, and began to live and live, and was very happy. Keith also got married and was also very happy. But from that day on and forever and ever there was a lattice in his throat that he could neither swallow nor spit out. Because of this grille, only small fish fell into his throat. That is why nowadays Whales no longer swallow people.

And the cunning Fish swam away and hid in the mud, under the very threshold of the Equator. She thought Keith was angry and was afraid to appear in front of him.

The sailor took his hunting knife with him. He was still wearing his blue canvas trousers; when he walked on the pebbles near the sea. But he was no longer wearing suspenders. They remained in Keith's throat. They tied together splinters, from which the Sailor made a lattice.

That's it. This fairy tale is over.