Demolished the chicken egg is not gold, and simple, Yes not one. Became the grandfather with the woman to live happily ever after, you have the morning and for lunch, egg fried, boiled, and dinner is scrambled eggs. The chicken thinks: "No, that will not do, old some eggs will not last long. Need a GARDEN!!!" She went into the field. Chose a place to put something and nothing. Returned home, gathered a bundle in the road and moved on. Long was the chicken and broad fields, and dense forests, and high mountains, and even sailed the seas in the deep, in the same cities the concerts were given. Got it to the Kingdom of the king of Peas. The chicken looks around and wonder. The trees are withered, the grass withered, the birds sitting on the ground, in the sky I couldn't get up. They came to the Palace, went to chambers. Sits the king of Peas on the throne, hung his head, grieving. He asks the chicken: - That you, the king, not gay, below the shoulders hung his head? - How can I not sad, how can you not grieve? No rain for three months, all withered. Annoyed with us the king of the Rain. We had a feast in honor of the harvest festival, all invited, and forgot it. So he was offended - said and again hung his head. Nothing to do, the hen to the king of the Rain. Again went to distant lands. Came to the Rain. Long pleaded with him, begged for a visit to the grandfather-grandmother were invited, belly dance is danced, the king laugh in General, persuaded. Put the king of the Rain her to his cloud and flew to the king Peas. Became the earth with rain water. The trees leaves have turned green, flowers blossomed, beets zakolosilis. The king of Peas all ran out into the street, rejoicing, singing songs, chicken Ryaba glorifies. - Ask me what you want, I will. - Give me seeds and grains are different, I in the ground planted, will grow, the crop will gather, food will cook, the woman with her grandfather feed and you will call. Gave her the king of Peas the seeds of beans, peas, maize, wheat and many other seeds. Then to the chicken king Rain came and said: - I'll help you get home faster. I have son's eldest - wind. Sit down to his shoulders, he you in an instant to the house whisk and shouted Mistral. Flew the wind, jumped chicken, and they flew fast, faster. And at the gate the grandfather with the woman sitting, all eyes have overlooked, I can't wait. Saw a chicken happy, but Ryaba once experiences to share. She Mistral said thank you and ran in the field. Legs a hole, dig, beak seed put legs digs. So all the seeds in the ground and planted. Then the king of Rain swooped black cloud, all tied up and all the water squeezed out of himself. Easier white cloud and to his Kingdom departed. When the harvest is ready, all Packed and a feast arranged. The chicken the main dish of the festival decided to appoint zrazy. She went to the kitchen, and all utensils to help cook.

Pan flew up on the table, stood up. Chicken it beans from the pack poured out, flooded with water and an hour left. Then the pot on the stove, climbed up, firewood also came to the stove, climbed up, his grandfather set fire to them. Is pan on the stove, the beans it is brewed, and she was puffing in pleasure.

Cutting Board lay on the table, hen it parsley shredded, onion finely chopped and olives. Board from the tickling only laughs.

Baba favorite Cup took, decided it sauce to make my own. Yogurt poured black pepper add, garlic (2 tooth.) squeezed from lemon juice. Mixed and in the cellar was removed. To the meatball.

Meanwhile the beans are cooked, the pan into a colander turned upside down. A colander under a bucket of water stood, the bucket overturned, the beans are rinsed and in a bowl subsided. Tolkuchka flew up and let beans Lambada dance and her crush. When all was properly dented, hen back the onion, parsley, 1 egg, pepper and added the remaining garlic squeezed. All mixed.

Was the chicken mince cakes to do and quail eggs quail in the gift brought them to stack. The second pellet covers and zrazy forms.

In one plate, the egg broke, the other the breadcrumbs poured. Zrazy in the egg roll, then in the bread crumbs and the frying pan with boiling oil fall. One side will be searing on the other turn over.

Sat down at table, at the head of his grandfather, Babu and hen Ryaba planted. Famous artists were called, they came, the money for the concert did not take, but the whole night singing. And I'm on the Banquet was, honey-beer drinking, and all got in my mouth.