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Among other fairy tales created by the great Russian poet Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin (and there are five in total), “The Tale of dead princess and seven heroes ”occupies a special place. She seems to be standing in the middle. And by the time of writing (1863 Boldino), and by the deep meaning of the prisoner in it.

It may not be as popular as, say, the cheerful "Tale of the Priest and His Worker Balda" or the Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish, filled with popular common sense and the concept of higher justice, which has become part of folklore. It is simpler in plot than the touchingly naive Tale of Tsar Saltan, in which miracles are at every turn, or the philosophical and satirical Tale of the Golden Cockerel.

But in it, as, perhaps, in no other of Pushkin's fairy tales, we are talking about other magic, about other power than the intrigues of some Koshchei or Baba Yaga. Here, in essence, there is no truly magical witchcraft. Of course, this is a fairy tale. And therefore, it contains a talking mirror, and the elements of nature giving advice to Prince Elisha, and a wonderful heroic tower in the thicket of a dense forest, and the traditional saying “I was there: I drank honey, drank beer - but only wet my mustache.”

But let's think, is the loving queen, who died at the beginning of the tale “from admiration”, from love, barely waiting for her husband to return from distant wanderings, to whom she gave birth to a daughter - would she, if she were a sorceress, not have managed to stay alive? Or would Prince Elisha, if he had self-collected tablecloths, flying carpets, and invisibility caps, wander the world for so long in search of the disappeared Princess? And having found her at last, would he have begun to grieve so much if he knew some Magic word capable of reviving his bride? But in other fairy tales, everything was different.

As soon as Gvidon wanted something, his desire was instantly fulfilled. As soon as the old man went to the seashore and called on a goldfish, his grumpy old woman immediately got everything she wanted.
But in the "Tale of the Dead Princess" there is nothing of the kind. Here, perhaps, the only sorceress is an evil envious queen. And even then, no thunders of heaven overtook her - she herself “from anguish”, unable to bear the weight of her anger, died. It is quiet, not solemn, very sad and good fairy tale. It's rather lyrical story in verse, a poem about the power of love, omnipotent, overcoming everything, saving. This is a story about a “meek disposition”, about the beauty of feeling, about devotion and fidelity that conquer death itself.

Here everyone loves, except for the queen-stepmother. The tsar and the queen-mother love, the princess and the prince Elisha love, even Chernavka at first let the princess go alive, even the dog, out of love and devotion, deliberately swallowed a poisoned apple. All seven mighty and kind heroes love the princess. The author also loves his wonderful characters. He seems to love them. That is why his voice is so mocking and harsh when he makes fun of the narcissistic queen twirling in front of the mirror (who really loves only himself!). That is why the narrator's tone softens and warms when he fixes his gaze on the quiet, charming Princess. And therefore, the intonations of his unhurried story become melodious and affectionate (just like the peasants, from whom he wrote down some motives for his fairy tale-poem), as soon as it comes to the meek disposition of a beauty that blossoms “quietly”. And the point here is not even the beauty of the Princess, about which the magic mirror so insistently repeats. It is much more important for Pushkin that we understand: no beauty can replace spiritual nobility. And this is it: in the triumphant, though not at all loud, affirmation of the omnipotent power of human spiritual beauty, in the unostentatious superiority of cordial fidelity, inner grace over the noisy boasting of narcissistic and empty "ruddyness" - this is precisely the most wonderful and most truthful secret of Pushkin's fairy tale .

People's Artist of the USSR Vera Petrovna Maretskaya, who reads The Tale of the Dead Princess and the Seven Bogatyrs, spoke about her attitude to Pushkin's fairy tales, about her understanding of their meaning. “It is impossible not to love Pushkin. His work among the people is a whole choir of voices, many-voiced, admiring, pronouncing the lines of the great poet as if they were his own, folk. Now I tried to fulfill my old dream. After all, I wanted to do this for a long, long time. But .. I didn’t dare. Or rather, afraid to touch. Everyone will understand this. No one can probably capture them perfectly on tape. I tried my best, to the best of my love, admiration, charm. Well, if we talk about this love, then every time Pushkin amazes me with his splashing cheerfulness, an extraordinary abundance of vitality, boundless kindness. It's an indescribable feeling. My dream is to give the listener the joy of communicating with this magical source of fantasy, so that he plunges headlong into the stormy ocean of Pushkin's ways of thinking, Pushkin's kindness ... "
M.Babayeva

The king and queen said goodbye,
Equipped on the road,
And the queen at the window
She sat down to wait for him alone.
Waiting, waiting from morning till night,
Looks at zero, indus eyes
Get sick looking
From the white dawn to the night;
Don't see my dear friend!
He only sees: a blizzard is winding,
Snow falls on the fields
All white land.
Nine months go by
She does not take her eyes off the field.
Here on Christmas Eve, on the very night
God gives the queen a daughter.
Welcome guest early in the morning
Day and night so long awaited
From afar at last
The king-father returned.
She looked at him
She sighed heavily
Admiration did not take away
And died by noon.

For a long time the king was inconsolable,
But how to be? and he was sinful;
A year has passed like an empty dream
The king married another.
Tell the truth, young lady
Indeed, there was a queen:
tall, thin, white,
And she took it with her mind and everything;
But proud, broken,
Selfish and jealous.
She was given as a dowry
There was one mirror
The mirror property had:
It speaks skillfully.
She was alone with him
Good-natured, cheerful
S. jokingly joked with him
And, blushing, she said:
“My light, mirror! Tell
Yes, tell the whole truth:
Am I the sweetest in the world,
All blush and whiter?
And a mirror in response to her:
“You, of course, no doubt:
You, queen, are sweeter than all,
All blush and whiter.
And the queen laugh
And shrug.
And wink your eyes
And snap your fingers
And twirl around.
Proudly looking in the mirror.

But the young princess
blooming silently,
Meanwhile, she grew and grew.
Rose and flourished.
White-faced, black-browed,
I like such a meek one.
And the groom was found by her,
Prince Elisha.
The matchmaker has arrived, the king has given his word.
And the dowry is ready:
Seven trading cities
Yes, one hundred and forty towers.

Going to a bachelorette party.
Here is the queen dressing up
In front of your mirror
Chatted with him:
“I am, tell me. all the nicer.
All blush and whiter?
What is the mirror in response?
“You are beautiful, no doubt;
But the princess is sweeter than all,
All blush and whiter.
How the queen jumps
Yes, how to wave the handle,
Yes, as it slams on the mirror,
With a heel, how it will stomp! ..
“Oh, you vile glass!
You're lying to spite me.
How can she compete with me?
I will calm the foolishness in it.
Look how grown up!
And it's no wonder that it's white:
Mother belly sat
Yes, I just looked at the snow!
But tell me how can she
To be nicer to me in everything?
Admit it: I'm more beautiful than everyone.
Go around our whole kingdom,
Though the whole world; I don't have an even one.
Is not it?" Mirror in response:
“But the princess is still nicer,
Everything is blusher and whiter.
Nothing to do. She,
Full of black envy
Throwing a mirror under the bench,
Called Chernavka to her
And punish her
To his hay girl,
The message of the princess in the wilderness of the forest
And, tying her alive
Under the pine tree leave there
To be eaten by wolves.

Does the devil cope with an angry woman?
There is nothing to argue. With the princess
Here Chernavka went to the forest
And brought me so far
What did the princess think?
And scared to death
And she prayed: “My life!
What, tell me, am I guilty of?
Don't kill me girl!
And how will I be a queen,
I pity you."
The one who loves her in my heart,
Didn't kill, didn't bind
She let go and said:
"Don't freak out, God bless you."
And she came home.
"What? the queen said to her,
Where is the beautiful girl?
- "There, in the forest, stands alone, -
She answers her,
Her elbows are tightly bound;
Caught in the claws of the beast
She will be less patient
It will be easier to die."

And the rumor began to ring:
The royal daughter is missing!
The poor king is grieving for her.
Prince Elisha,
Praying earnestly to God,
Set off on the road
For a beautiful soul
For a young bride.

But the bride is young
Until dawn in the forest wandering,
Meanwhile everything went on and on
And I came across the Terem.
The dog is meeting her, barking,
He ran and was silent, playing;
She entered the gate
Silence in the backyard.
The dog runs after her, caressing,
And the princess, picking up,
Went up on the porch
And took up the ring;
The door opened softly.
And the princess found herself
In a bright room; around
Shops covered with carpet,
Under the saints is an oak table,
Stove with tiled bench.
The girl sees what's here
Good people live;
Know she won't be offended.
In the meantime, no one is visible.
The princess walked around the house,
Removed everything,
I lit a candle for God
Fired up the stove hot
I climbed up on the floor
And quietly subsided.

Dinner time was approaching
There was a clatter in the yard:
Enter seven heroes,
Seven ruddy mustaches.
The elder said: “What a marvel!
Everything is so clean and beautiful.
Someone tidied up the tower
Yes, I was waiting for the owners.
Who? Come out and show yourself
Be honest with us.
If you an old man,
You will be our uncle forever.
If you are a ruddy guy,
Brother will be our name.
Kohl old woman, be our mother,
So let's celebrate.
When the red girl
Be our dear sister."

And the princess came down to them,
Honored the owners
She bowed low to the waist;
Blushing, I apologized
Something went to visit them,
Even though she wasn't called.
Instantly by speech they recognized
That the princess was accepted;
seated in a corner,
They brought a pie
Pour a glass full
Served on a tray.
From green wine
She denied;
The pie just broke
Yes, I took a bite
And from the road to rest
She asked to go to bed.
They took the girl
Up into the light
And left one
Going to sleep.

Day after day goes, flickering,
A young princess
Everything in the forest, she is not bored
At the seven heroes.
Before the dawn
Brothers in a friendly crowd
Going out for a walk
Shoot gray ducks
Amuse the right hand
Sorochina hurry in the field,
Or a head with broad shoulders
Cut off the Tatar
Or etch from the forest
Pyatigorsk Circassian,
And she is the hostess
In the meantime, alone
Pick up and cook
She will not rebuke them,
They will not cross her.
So the days go by.

Brothers of a sweet maiden
Loved. To her in the light
Once, just dawn,
All seven of them entered.
The elder said to her: “Girl,
You know: you are our sister to all of us,
There are seven of us, you
We all love for ourselves
We would all be happy to take you
Yes, you can't, for God's sake
Reconcile us somehow:
Be one wife
Other affectionate sister.
Why are you shaking your head?
Al refuse us?
Al goods are not for merchants?

"Oh, you honest fellows,
Brothers, you are my relatives, -
The princess says to them,
If I lie, may God command
Do not leave my place alive.
What do i do? because I'm a bride.
To me you are all equal
All daring, all smart,
I love you all heartily;
But to another I am forever
Given away. I love everyone
Prince Elisha.

The brothers stood silently
Yes, they scratched the back of the head.
“Demand is not a sin. Forgive us -
The elder said bow, -
If so, do not stutter
About that. ”-“ I'm not angry, -
She said softly,
And my refusal is not my fault.
The grooms bowed to her,
Slowly departed
And according to everything again
They began to live and live.

Meanwhile, the evil queen
Remembering the princess
Couldn't forgive her
And on your mirror
Long pouted and angry;
Finally missed him
And she followed him, and sitting down
Before him, I forgot my anger,
Began to show off again
And with a smile she said:
"Hello mirror! Tell
Yes, tell the whole truth:
Am I the sweetest in the world,
All blush and whiter?
And a mirror in response to her:
“You are beautiful, no doubt;
But lives without any glory
Among the green oak forests,
At the seven heroes
The one that is sweeter than you."
And the queen flew
To Chernavka: “How dare you
Deceive me? and in what!..”
She confessed to everything:
Anyway. evil queen,
Threatening her with a slingshot
Decided or not to live,
Or destroy the princess.

Since the princess is young,
Waiting for dear brothers
Spinning, sitting under the window.
Suddenly angrily under the porch
The dog barked and the girl
Sees: beggar blueberry
Walks around the yard, stick
Chasing away the dog. "Wait,
Grandma, wait a little, -
She screams out the window, -
I will threaten the dog myself
And I'll bring you something."
The blueberry answers her:
"Oh, you little girl!
The damned dog overcame
Nearly ate to death.
Look how busy he is!
Come to me." - The princess wants
Go out to her and take the bread,
But just got off the porch
The dog under her feet - and barks,
And he won't let me see the old woman;
Only the old woman will go to her,
He, the forest animal is more angry,
For an old woman. “What a miracle?
Apparently, he slept badly, -
The princess says to her,
Well, catch it! - and the bread flies.
The old woman caught the bread;
“Thank you,” she said.
God bless you;
Here's to you, catch it!
And pouring to the princess,
young, golden
The apple flies straight...
The dog will jump, squeal ...
But the princess in both hands
Grab - caught. "For the sake of boredom,
Eat an apple, my light.
Thank you for lunch."
The old lady said
Bowed down and disappeared...
And from the princess to the porch
The dog runs in her face
Looks pitifully, howls menacingly,
Like a dog's heart aches,
As if he wants to tell her:
Drop it! - She caress him,
Trembling with a gentle hand;
“What, Sokolko, what is the matter with you?
Lie down!" and entered the room
The door was softly closed
Under the window for the yarn village
Wait for the owners, but looked
All for an apple. It
Full of ripe juice
So fresh and so fragrant
So ruddy golden
Like honey poured!
You can see through the seeds...
She wanted to wait
Until lunch, I could not stand it,
I took an apple in my hands
She brought it to scarlet lips,
Slowly bit through
And swallowed a piece...
Suddenly she, my soul,
Staggered without breathing
White hands lowered
Dropped the ruddy fruit
Eyes rolled up
And she's under the image
Fell head on the bench
And quiet, motionless became ...

Brothers at that time home
returned in droves
From youthful robbery.
To meet them, howling menacingly,
The dog runs to the yard
The way shows them. “Not good! -
The brothers said - sorrow
We don't pass." We galloped
They enter, gasp. ran in,
Dog on an apple headlong
With barking rushed, got angry,
Swallowed it, fell off
And I died. drunk
It was poison, you know, it is.
Before the dead princess
Brothers in heartbreak
Everyone bowed their heads
And with the prayer of the saint
Raised from the bench, dressed,
They wanted to bury her
And they thought. She,
As under the wing of a dream,
So quiet, fresh lay,
Just not breathing.
Waited three days, but she
Didn't wake up from sleep.
Having created a sad rite,
Here they are in a crystal coffin
The corpse of a young princess
Put - and the crowd
Carried to an empty mountain
And at midnight
Her coffin to six pillars
On iron chains there
Carefully screwed
And fenced with bars;
And before the dead sister
Having made a bow to the earth,
The elder said: “Sleep in the coffin.
Suddenly went out, a victim of malice,
Your beauty is on the ground;
Heaven will receive your spirit.
We loved you
And for the dear store -
Nobody got it
Only one coffin."

On the same day, the evil queen,
Good news waiting
Secretly took a mirror
And she asked her question:
“I am, tell me, dearest of all,
All blush and whiter?
And heard back:
"You, queen, no doubt,
You are the sweetest in the world
All blush and whiter.

For your bride
Prince Elisha
Meanwhile, the world is jumping.
No how no! He weeps bitterly
And whoever he asks
All his question is wise;
Who laughs in his eyes
Who will rather turn away;
To the red sun at last
The good guy turned.
“Our light is the sun! you walk
All year round in the sky, you drive
Winter with warm spring
You see us all below you.
Al will you refuse me an answer?
Didn't you see anywhere in the world
Are you a young princess?
I am her fiancé." - "You are my light, -
The red sun answered, -
I did not see the princess.
Know that she is no longer alive.
Is it a month, my neighbor,
Somewhere I met her
Or a trace of her noticed.

Dark Night Elisha
He waited in his anguish.
Only a month seemed
He chased after him pleadingly.
"Month, month, my friend,
Gilded horn!
You rise in deep darkness
round-faced, light-eyed,
And, loving your custom,
The stars are watching you.
Al will you refuse me an answer?
Have you seen anywhere in the world
Are you a young princess?
I am her fiancé." - "My brother, -
The clear moon answers,
I did not see the red maiden.
I stand on guard
Just in my queue.
Without me, the princess is visible
She ran. - "How insulting!" -
The king answered.
The clear moon continued:
"Wait a minute; about her, maybe
The wind knows. He will help.
You go to him now
Don't be sad, goodbye."

Elisha, not discouraged,
Rushed to the wind, calling:
“Wind, wind! You are powerful
You drive flocks of clouds
You excite the blue sea
Everywhere you blow in the open.
Don't be afraid of anyone
Except for one god.
Al will you refuse me an answer?
Have you seen anywhere in the world
Are you a young princess?
I am her fiancé." - "Wait, -
The violent wind answers,
There, behind the quiet river
There is a high mountain
It has a deep hole;
In that hole, in the sad darkness,
The coffin is rocking crystal
On chains between poles.
Can't see any trace
Around that empty place
In that coffin is your bride."

The wind ran away.
The prince began to sob
And went to an empty place
For a beautiful bride
View one more time.
Here comes; and rose
In front of him is a steep mountain;
Around her the country is empty;
Under the mountain is a dark entrance.
He goes there quickly.
Before him, in the mournful darkness,
The coffin is rocking crystal,
And in that crystal coffin
The princess sleeps forever.
And about the coffin of the bride dear
He hit with all his might.
The coffin was broken. Virgo suddenly
Revived. Looks around
Astonished eyes
And, swinging over the chains,
Sighing, she said:
"How long have I been asleep!"
And she rises from the grave...
Ah! .. and both sobbed.
He takes her in his hands
And brings it into the light from darkness,
And, talking pleasantly,
On their way back,
And the rumor is already trumpeting:
The royal daughter is alive!

At home at that time without work
The wicked stepmother was sitting
In front of your mirror
And talked to him
Saying: "I'm the sweetest of all,
All blush and whiter?
And heard back:
"You are beautiful, there is no word,
But the princess is still nicer,
All rouge and whiter.
Evil stepmother, jumping up,
Breaking a mirror on the floor
Ran straight through the door
And I met the princess.
Then her longing took
And the queen died.
They just buried her
The wedding was immediately arranged
And with his bride
Elisha got married;
And no one since the beginning of the world
I have not seen such a feast;
I was there, honey, drinking beer,
Yes, he just wet his mustache.

Analysis of "The Tale of the Dead Princess and the Seven Bogatyrs"

Pushkin claimed that the plot of The Tale of the Dead Princess and the Seven Bogatyrs was based on folk tale, recorded by him in 1824 from the words of a nurse. The poet supplemented his work with details from other Russian ("Morozko") and foreign ("Snegurochka") fairy tales. As a result, in 1833, an original author's work appeared, which had its own plot and instructive meaning.

In the fairy tale there is a clear division of characters into good and evil. Most of the main characters are positive. To the negative - the evil queen and Chernavka. But the latter takes the side of evil not of her own free will, but out of fear of punishment. In her heart she loves the poor princess and tries to help her as much as possible. Chernavka does not bind the princess, but simply releases her on all four sides. This episode shows that despite the apparent power of evil, positive characters human kindness and compassion always come to the rescue.

Brightly Pushkin describes the image of the evil stepmother. In her characterization, the inevitability of some kind of tragedy is immediately felt. The young queen shines with beauty, but is distinguished by excessive pride and jealousy. She is completely indifferent to others and is only concerned about her own superiority. The queen has no friends and just close people. Her constant companion is a mirror, which magically talking. But all the conversations of your favorite toy are devoted to one topic - the beauty of its mistress. Even from a mirror, the queen will not tolerate words of truth. She becomes furious upon learning of her stepdaughter's beauty. The first time she throws the mirror into a corner, the second time she breaks it in impotent anger.

The young princess personifies the ideal female beauty, kindness and fidelity. She treats everyone equally well, does not suspect deceit from the "poor blueberry". Even having lost all hope of returning home, she remains faithful to her betrothed husband.

Prince Elisha symbolizes the strength of male love and devotion. In search of a bride, he is ready to travel around the world. The threefold appeal to natural forces (the sun, the moon and the wind) has ancient national roots. It means an incredibly long and difficult search for truth.

The happy ending of the tale symbolizes the victory of good over evil. Moreover, this victory went to the main characters exclusively for positive traits. There is no traditional decisive battle in the tale or a picture of the punishment of villains. The queen herself dies from "longing". The wedding of the princess and Elisha is a triumph of happiness and justice.

The king and queen said goodbye,

Equipped on the road,

And the queen at the window

She sat down to wait for him alone.

Waiting, waiting from morning to night,

Looks in the field, indus eyes

Get sick looking

From the white dawn to the night.

Don't see my dear friend!

He only sees: a blizzard is winding,

Snow falls on the fields

All white land.

Nine months go by

She does not take her eyes off the field.

Here on Christmas Eve, on the very night

God gives the queen a daughter.

Welcome guest early in the morning

Day and night so long awaited

From afar at last

The king-father returned.

She looked at him

She sighed heavily

Admiration did not take away

And died by noon.

For a long time the king was inconsolable,

But how to be? and he was sinful;

A year has passed like an empty dream

The king married another.

Tell the truth, young lady

Indeed, there was a queen:

tall, thin, white,

And she took it with her mind and everything;

But proud, broken,

Selfish and jealous.

She was given as a dowry

There was only one mirror;

The mirror property had:

It speaks skillfully.

She was alone with him

Good-natured, cheerful

joked with him

And, blushing, she said:

“My light, mirror! Tell,

Yes, tell the whole truth:

Am I the sweetest in the world,

All rouge and whiter?

And a mirror in response to her:

“You, of course, no doubt;

You, queen, are sweeter than all,

All rouge and whiter.

And the queen laugh

And shrug your shoulders

And wink your eyes

And snap your fingers

And spin around,

Proudly looking in the mirror.

But the young princess

blooming silently,

Meanwhile, she grew, grew,

Rose and blossomed

White-faced, black-browed,

I like such a meek one.

And the groom was found by her,

Prince Elisha.

The matchmaker arrived, the king gave his word,

And the dowry is ready:

Seven trading cities

Yes, one hundred and forty towers.

Going to a bachelorette party

Here is the queen dressing up

In front of your mirror

Chatted with him:

“I am, tell me, dearest of all,

All rouge and whiter?

What is the mirror in response?

“You are beautiful, no doubt;

But the princess is sweeter than all,

All rouge and whiter.

How the queen jumps

Yes, how to wave the handle,

Yes, as it slams on the mirror,

With a heel, how it will stomp! .

“Oh, you vile glass!

You're lying to spite me.

How can she compete with me?

I will calm the foolishness in it.

Look how grown up!

And it's no wonder that it's white:

Mother belly sat

Yes, I just looked at the snow!

But tell me how can she

To be nicer to me in everything?

Admit it: I'm more beautiful than everyone.

Go around our whole kingdom,

Though the whole world; I don't have an even one.

Is not it?" Mirror in response:

“And the princess is still nicer,

Everything is blusher and whiter.”

Nothing to do. She,

Full of black envy

Throwing a mirror under the bench,

Called Chernavka to her

And punish her

To his hay girl,

The message of the princess in the wilderness of the forest

And, tying her alive

Under the pine tree leave there

To be eaten by wolves.

Does the devil cope with an angry woman?

There is nothing to argue. With the princess

Here Chernavka went to the forest

And brought me so far

What did the princess think

And scared to death

And she prayed: “My life!

What, tell me, am I guilty of?

Don't kill me girl!

And how will I be a queen,

I pity you."

That, in my soul, loving her,

Didn't kill, didn't bind

She let go and said:

"Don't freak out, God bless you."

And she came home.

"What? the queen told her. -

Where is the beautiful girl? -

“There, in the forest, stands alone, -

She answers her. —

Her elbows are tightly bound;

The beast will fall into the claws,

She will be less patient

It will be easier to die."

And the rumor began to ring:

The royal daughter is missing!

The poor king is grieving for her.

Prince Elisha,

Praying earnestly to God,

Set off on the road

For a beautiful soul

For a young bride.

But the bride is young

Until dawn in the forest wandering,

Meanwhile everything went on and on

And I came across the Terem.

A dog is meeting her, barking,

He ran and was silent, playing.

She entered the gate

Silence in the backyard.

The dog runs after her, caressing,

And the princess, picking up,

Went up on the porch

And took up the ring;

The door quietly opened

And the princess found herself

In a bright room; around

Shops covered with carpet,

Under the saints is an oak table,

Stove with tiled bench.

The girl sees what's here

Good people live;

Know she won't be offended! -

In the meantime, no one is visible.

The princess walked around the house,

Removed everything,

I lit a candle for God

Fired up the stove hot

I climbed up on the floor

And quietly subsided.

Dinner time was approaching

There was a clatter in the yard:

Enter seven heroes,

Seven ruddy mustaches.

The elder said: “What a marvel!

Everything is so clean and beautiful.

Someone tidied up the tower

Yes, I was waiting for the owners.

Who? Come out and show yourself

Be honest with us.

If you are an old man

You will be our uncle forever.

If you are a ruddy guy,

Brother will be our name.

Kohl old woman, be our mother,

So let's celebrate.

When the red girl

Be our dear sister."

And the princess came down to them,

Honored the owners

She bowed low to the waist;

Blushing, I apologized

Something went to visit them,

Even though she wasn't called.

Instantly by speech they recognized

That the princess was accepted;

seated in a corner,

They brought a pie;

Pour a glass full

Served on a tray.

From green wine

She denied;

The pie just broke

Yes, I took a bite

And from the road to rest

She asked to go to bed.

They took the girl

Up into the bright light

And left one

Going to sleep.

Day after day goes by, flickering,

A young princess

Everything is in the forest; she's not bored

At the seven heroes.

Before the dawn

Brothers in a friendly crowd

Going out for a walk

Shoot gray ducks

Amuse the right hand

Sorochina hurry in the field,

Or a head with broad shoulders

Cut off the Tatar

Or etch from the forest

Pyatigorsk Circassian.

And she is the hostess

In the meantime, alone

Pick up and cook.

She will not rebuke them,

They will not cross her.

So the days go by.

Brothers of a sweet maiden

Loved. To her in the light

Once, just dawn,

All seven of them entered.

The elder said to her: “Girl,

You know: you are our sister to all of us,

There are seven of us, you

We all love for ourselves

We would all take you for the sake of

Yes, you can’t, so, for God’s sake,

Reconcile us somehow:

Be one wife

Other affectionate sister.

Why are you shaking your head?

Al refuse us?

Al goods are not for merchants?”

“Oh, you honest fellows,

Brothers, you are my relatives, -

The princess says to them,

If I lie, may God command

Do not leave my place alive.

What do i do? because I'm a bride.

To me you are all equal

All daring, all smart,

I love you all heartily;

But to another I am forever

Given away. I love everyone

Prince Elisha.

The brothers stood silently

Yes, they scratched the back of the head.

“Demand is not a sin. Forgive us -

The elder said bowing. -

If so, do not stutter

That's about it." - "I'm not angry, -

She quietly said,

And my refusal is not my fault.”

The grooms bowed to her,

Slowly departed

And according to everything again

They began to live and live.

Meanwhile, the evil queen

Remembering the princess

Couldn't forgive her

And on your mirror

Long pouted and angry:

Finally missed him

And she followed him, and sitting down

Before him, I forgot my anger,

Began to show off again

And with a smile she said:

“Hello mirror! Tell,

Yes, tell the whole truth:

Am I the sweetest in the world,

All rouge and whiter?

And a mirror in response to her:

“You are beautiful, no doubt;

But lives without any glory

Among the green oak forests,

At the seven heroes

The one that's sweeter than you."

And the queen flew

To Chernavka: “How dare you

Deceive me? and in what!. . ”

She confessed to everything:

Anyway. evil queen,

Threatening her with a slingshot

Decided or not to live,

Or destroy the princess.

Since the princess is young,

Waiting for dear brothers

Spinning, sitting under the window.

Suddenly angrily under the porch

The dog barked and the girl

Sees: beggar blueberry

Walks around the yard, stick

Chasing away the dog. “Wait.

Grandma, wait a little, -

She screams out the window, -

I will threaten the dog myself

And I'll bring you something."

The blueberry answers her:

“Oh, you little girl!

The damned dog won

Nearly ate to death.

Look how busy he is!

Come out to me." - The princess wants

Go out to her and take the bread,

But just got off the porch

The dog under her feet - and barks

And he won't let me see the old woman;

Only the old woman will go to her,

He, the forest animal is more angry,

For an old woman. What a miracle

“It looks like he slept badly, -

The princess speaks to her. -

Well, catch it!” - and the bread flies.

The old woman caught the bread;

“Thank you,” she said,

God bless you;

Here for you, catch!”

And pouring to the princess,

young, golden

The apple flies straight...

The dog will jump, squeal ...

But the princess in both hands

Grab - caught. "For the sake of boredom

Eat an apple, my light.

Thank you for lunch…”

The old lady said

Bowed down and disappeared...

And from the princess to the porch

The dog runs and in her face

Looks pitifully, howls menacingly,

Like a dog's heart is aching,

As if he wants to tell her:

Drop it! - She caress him,

Trembling with a gentle hand:

“What, Sokolko, what is the matter with you?

Lie down!” - entered the room,

The door was softly closed

Under the window for the yarn village

Wait for the owners, but looked

All for an apple. It

Full of ripe juice

So fresh and so fragrant

So ruddy golden

Like honey poured!

You can see through the seeds...

She wanted to wait

Before lunch; did not endure

I took an apple in my hands

She brought it to scarlet lips,

Slowly bit through

And swallowed a piece...

Suddenly she, my soul,

Staggered without breathing

White hands lowered

Dropped the ruddy fruit

Eyes rolled up

And she's under the image

Fell head on the bench

And quiet, motionless became ...

Brothers at that time home

returned in droves

From youthful robbery.

To meet them, howling menacingly,

The dog runs to the yard

The way shows them. “Not good! -

The brothers said - sorrow

We don't pass." We galloped

They enter, gasp. ran in,

Dog on an apple headlong

With barking rushed, got angry

Swallowed it, fell off

And I died. drunk

It was poison, you know, it is.

Before the dead princess

Brothers in heartbreak

Everyone bowed their heads

And with the prayer of the saint

Raised from the bench, dressed,

Wanted to bury her

And they thought. She,

As under the wing of a dream,

So quiet, fresh lay,

Just not breathing.

Waited three days, but she

Didn't wake up from sleep.

Having created a sad rite,

Here they are in a crystal coffin

The corpse of a young princess

Put - and the crowd

Carried to an empty mountain

And at midnight

Her coffin to six pillars

On iron chains there

Carefully screwed

And fenced with bars;

And, before the dead sister

Having made a bow to the earth,

The elder said: “Sleep in the coffin;

Suddenly went out, a victim of malice,

Your beauty is on the ground;

Heaven will receive your spirit.

We loved you

And for the dear store -

Nobody got it

Only one coffin.”

On the same day, the evil queen,

Good news waiting

Secretly took a mirror

And she asked her question:

“I am, tell me, dearest of all,

All rouge and whiter?

And heard back:

“You, queen, there is no doubt,

You are the sweetest in the world

All rouge and whiter.

For your bride

Prince Elisha

Meanwhile, the world is jumping.

No how no! He weeps bitterly

And whoever he asks

All his question is wise;

Who laughs in his eyes

Who will rather turn away;

To the red sun at last

The good guy turned:

“Our light is the sun! You walk

All year round in the sky, you drive

Winter with warm spring

You see us all below you.

Al will you refuse me an answer?

Didn't you see anywhere in the world

Are you a young princess?

I am her fiancé." - "You are my light, -

The red sun answered, -

I did not see the princess.

Know that she is no longer alive.

Is it a month, my neighbor,

Somewhere I met her

Or a trace of her noticed.

Dark Night Elisha

He waited in his anguish.

Only a month seemed

He chased after him pleadingly.

“Month, month, my friend,

Gilded horn!

You rise in deep darkness

round-faced, light-eyed,

And, loving your custom,

The stars are watching you.

Al will you refuse me an answer?

Have you seen anywhere in the world

Are you a young princess?

I am her fiancé." - “My brother, -

The clear moon answers, -

I did not see the red maiden.

I stand on guard

Just in my queue.

Without me, the princess, apparently,

Ran." - “How insulting!” -

The king answered.

The clear moon continued:

"Wait a minute; about her, maybe

The wind knows. He will help.

You go to him now

Don't be sad, goodbye."

Elisha, not discouraged,

Rushed to the wind, calling:

“Wind, wind! You are powerful

You drive flocks of clouds

You excite the blue sea

Everywhere you fly in the open,

Don't be afraid of anyone

Except for one god.

Al will you refuse me an answer?

Have you seen anywhere in the world

Are you a young princess?

I am her fiancé." - "Wait, -

The violent wind answers,

There, behind the quiet river

There is a high mountain

It has a deep hole;

In that hole, in the sad darkness,

The coffin is rocking crystal

On chains between poles.

Can't see any trace

Around that empty place;

In that coffin is your bride."

The wind ran away.

The prince began to sob

And went to an empty place

For a beautiful bride

Watch one more time.

Here she comes and got up

In front of him is a steep mountain;

Around her the country is empty;

Under the mountain is a dark entrance.

He goes there quickly.

Before him, in the mournful darkness,

The coffin is rocking crystal,

And in that crystal coffin

The princess sleeps forever.

And about the coffin of the bride dear

He hit with all his might.

The coffin was broken. Virgo suddenly

Revived. Looks around

Astonished eyes;

And, swinging over the chains,

Sighing, she said:

“How long have I been sleeping!”

And she rises from the grave...

Oh!. . and both sobbed.

He takes her in his hands

And brings it into the light from the darkness,

And, talking pleasantly,

On their way back,

And the rumor is already trumpeting:

The royal daughter is alive!

At home at that time without work

The wicked stepmother was sitting

In front of your mirror

And talked to him

Saying: “I am the sweetest of all,

All rouge and whiter?

And heard back:

“You are beautiful, there are no words,

But the princess is still nicer,

Everything is blusher and whiter.”

Evil stepmother, jumping up,

Breaking a mirror on the floor

Ran straight through the door

And I met the princess.

Then her longing took

And the queen died.

They just buried her

The wedding was immediately arranged

And with his bride

Elisha got married;

And no one since the beginning of the world

I have not seen such a feast;

I was there, honey, drinking beer,

Yes, he just wet his mustache.

The king and queen said goodbye,
Equipped on the road,
And the queen at the window
She sat down to wait for him alone.
Waiting, waiting from morning to night,
Looks in the field, indus eyes
Get sick looking
From the white dawn to the night.
Don't see my dear friend!
He only sees: a blizzard is winding,
Snow falls on the fields
All white land.
Nine months go by
She does not take her eyes off the field.
Here on Christmas Eve, on the very night
God gives the queen a daughter.
Welcome guest early in the morning
Day and night so long awaited
From afar at last
The king-father returned.
She looked at him
She sighed heavily
Admiration did not take away
And died by noon.

For a long time the king was inconsolable,
But how to be? and he was sinful;
A year has passed like an empty dream
The king married another.
Tell the truth, young lady
Indeed, there was a queen:
tall, thin, white,
And she took it with her mind and everything;
But proud, broken,
Selfish and jealous.
She was given as a dowry
There was only one mirror;
The mirror property had:
It speaks skillfully.
She was alone with him
Good-natured, cheerful
joked with him
And, blushing, she said:
“My light, mirror! Tell,
Yes, tell the whole truth:
Am I the sweetest in the world,
All rouge and whiter?
And a mirror in response to her:
“You, of course, no doubt;
You, queen, are sweeter than all,
All rouge and whiter.
And the queen laugh
And shrug your shoulders
And wink your eyes
And snap your fingers
And spin around,
Proudly looking in the mirror.

But the young princess
blooming silently,
Meanwhile, she grew, grew,
Rose and blossomed
White-faced, black-browed,
I like such a meek one.
And the groom was found by her,
Prince Elisha.
The matchmaker arrived, the king gave his word,
And the dowry is ready:
Seven trading cities
Yes, one hundred and forty towers.

Going to a bachelorette party
Here is the queen dressing up
In front of your mirror
Chatted with him:
“I am, tell me, dearest of all,
All rouge and whiter?
What is the mirror in response?
“You are beautiful, no doubt;
But the princess is sweeter than all,
All rouge and whiter.
How the queen jumps
Yes, how to wave the handle,
Yes, as it slams on the mirror,
With a heel, how it will stomp! ..
“Oh, you vile glass!
You're lying to spite me.
How can she compete with me?
I will calm the foolishness in it.
Look how grown up!
And it's no wonder that it's white:
Mother belly sat
Yes, I just looked at the snow!
But tell me how can she
To be nicer to me in everything?
Admit it: I'm more beautiful than everyone.
Go around our whole kingdom,
Though the whole world; I don't have an even one.
Is not it?" Mirror in response:
“And the princess is still nicer,
Everything is blusher and whiter.”
Nothing to do. She,
Full of black envy
Throwing a mirror under the bench,
Called Chernavka to her
And punish her
To his hay girl,
The message of the princess in the wilderness of the forest
And, tying her alive
Under the pine tree leave there
To be eaten by wolves.

Does the devil cope with an angry woman?
There is nothing to argue. With the princess
Here Chernavka went to the forest
And brought me so far
What did the princess think
And scared to death
And she prayed: “My life!
What, tell me, am I guilty of?
Don't kill me girl!
And how will I be a queen,
I pity you."
That, in my soul, loving her,
Didn't kill, didn't bind
She let go and said:
"Don't freak out, God bless you."
And she came home.
"What? the queen told her. —
Where is the beautiful girl? —
"There, in the forest, stands alone, -
She answers her.-
Her elbows are tightly bound;
The beast will fall into the claws,
She will be less patient
It will be easier to die."

And the rumor began to ring:
The royal daughter is missing!
The poor king is grieving for her.
Prince Elisha,
Praying earnestly to God,
Set off on the road
For a beautiful soul
For a young bride.

But the bride is young
Until dawn in the forest wandering,
Meanwhile everything went on and on
And I came across the Terem.
A dog is meeting her, barking,
He ran and was silent, playing.
She entered the gate
Silence in the backyard.
The dog runs after her, caressing,
And the princess, picking up,
Went up on the porch
And took up the ring;
The door quietly opened
And the princess found herself
In a bright room; around
Shops covered with carpet,
Under the saints is an oak table,
Stove with tiled bench.
The girl sees what's here
Good people live;
Know she won't be offended! —
In the meantime, no one is visible.
The princess walked around the house,
Removed everything,
I lit a candle for God
Fired up the stove hot
I climbed up on the floor
And quietly subsided.

Dinner time was approaching
There was a clatter in the yard:
Enter seven heroes,
Seven ruddy mustaches.
The elder said: “What a marvel!
Everything is so clean and beautiful.
Someone tidied up the tower
Yes, I was waiting for the owners.
Who? Come out and show yourself
Be honest with us.
If you are an old man
You will be our uncle forever.
If you are a ruddy guy,
Brother will be our name.
Kohl old woman, be our mother,
So let's celebrate.
When the red girl
Be our dear sister."

And the princess came down to them,
Honored the owners
She bowed low to the waist;
Blushing, I apologized
Something went to visit them,
Even though she wasn't called.
Instantly by speech they recognized
That the princess was accepted;
seated in a corner,
They brought a pie;
Pour a glass full
Served on a tray.
From green wine
She denied;
The pie just broke
Yes, I took a bite
And from the road to rest
She asked to go to bed.
They took the girl
Up into the bright light
And left one
Going to sleep.

Day after day goes by, flickering,
A young princess
Everything is in the forest; she's not bored
At the seven heroes.
Before the dawn
Brothers in a friendly crowd
Going out for a walk
Shoot gray ducks
Amuse the right hand
Sorochina hurry in the field,
Or a head with broad shoulders
Cut off the Tatar
Or etch from the forest
Pyatigorsk Circassian.
And she is the hostess
In the meantime, alone
Pick up and cook.
She will not rebuke them,
They will not cross her.
So the days go by.

Brothers of a sweet maiden
Loved. To her in the light
Once, just dawn,
All seven of them entered.
The elder said to her: “Girl,
You know: you are our sister to all of us,
There are seven of us, you
We all love for ourselves
We would all take you for the sake of
Yes, you can’t, so, for God’s sake,
Reconcile us somehow:
Be one wife
Other affectionate sister.
Why are you shaking your head?
Al refuse us?
Al goods are not for merchants?”

“Oh, you honest fellows,
Brothers, you are my relatives, -
The princess says to them,
If I lie, may God command
Do not leave my place alive.
What do i do? because I'm a bride.
To me you are all equal
All daring, all smart,
I love you all heartily;
But to another I am forever
Given away. I love everyone
Prince Elisha.

The brothers stood silently
Yes, they scratched the back of the head.
“Demand is not a sin. Forgive us -
The elder said bowing. —
If so, do not stutter
That's about it." "I'm not angry,"
She said softly,
And my refusal is not my fault.”
The grooms bowed to her,
Slowly departed
And according to everything again
They began to live and live.

Meanwhile, the evil queen
Remembering the princess
Couldn't forgive her
And on your mirror
Long pouted and angry:
Finally missed him
And she followed him, and sitting down
Before him, I forgot my anger,
Began to show off again
And with a smile she said:
“Hello mirror! Tell,
Yes, tell the whole truth:
Am I the sweetest in the world,
All rouge and whiter?
And a mirror in response to her:
“You are beautiful, no doubt;
But lives without any glory
Among the green oak forests,
At the seven heroes
The one that's sweeter than you."
And the queen flew
To Chernavka: “How dare you
Deceive me? and in what!..”
She confessed to everything:
Anyway. evil queen,
Threatening her with a slingshot
Decided or not to live,
Or destroy the princess.

Since the princess is young,
Waiting for dear brothers
Spinning, sitting under the window.
Suddenly angrily under the porch
The dog barked and the girl
Sees: beggar blueberry
Walks around the yard, stick
Chasing away the dog. “Wait.
Grandma, wait a little, -
She shouts to her through the window,
I will threaten the dog myself
And I'll bring you something."
The blueberry answers her:
“Oh, you little girl!
The damned dog won
Nearly ate to death.
Look how busy he is!
Come out to me." The princess wants
Go out to her and take the bread,
But just got off the porch
The dog under her feet - and barks
And he won't let me see the old woman;
Only the old woman will go to her,
He, the forest animal is more angry,
For an old woman. What a miracle
"It looks like he slept badly, -
The princess speaks to her. —
Well, catch it!” - and the bread flies.
The old woman caught the bread;
“Thank you,” she said,
God bless you;
Here for you, catch!”
And pouring to the princess,
young, golden
The apple flies straight...
The dog will jump, squeal ...
But the princess in both hands
Grab - caught. "For the sake of boredom
Eat an apple, my light.
Thank you for lunch…”
The old lady said
Bowed down and disappeared...
And from the princess to the porch
The dog runs and in her face
Looks pitifully, howls menacingly,
Like a dog's heart is aching,
As if he wants to tell her:
Drop it! - She caress him,
Trembling with a gentle hand:
“What, Sokolko, what is the matter with you?
Lie down!” - entered the room,
The door was softly closed
Under the window for the yarn village
Wait for the owners, but looked
All for an apple. It
Full of ripe juice
So fresh and so fragrant
So ruddy golden
Like honey poured!
You can see through the seeds...
She wanted to wait
Before lunch; did not endure
I took an apple in my hands
She brought it to scarlet lips,
Slowly bit through
And swallowed a piece...
Suddenly she, my soul,
Staggered without breathing
White hands lowered
Dropped the ruddy fruit
Eyes rolled up
And she's under the image
Fell head on the bench
And quiet, motionless became ...

Brothers at that time home
returned in droves
From youthful robbery.
To meet them, howling menacingly,
The dog runs to the yard
The way shows them. “Not good! —
The brothers said - sadness
We don't pass." We galloped
They enter, gasp. ran in,
Dog on an apple headlong
With barking rushed, got angry
Swallowed it, fell off
And I died. drunk
It was poison, you know, it is.
Before the dead princess
Brothers in heartbreak
Everyone bowed their heads
And with the prayer of the saint
Raised from the bench, dressed,
Wanted to bury her
And they thought. She,
As under the wing of a dream,
So quiet, fresh lay,
Just not breathing.
Waited three days, but she
Didn't wake up from sleep.
Having created a sad rite,
Here they are in a crystal coffin
The corpse of a young princess
Put - and the crowd
Carried to an empty mountain
And at midnight
Her coffin to six pillars
On iron chains there
Carefully screwed
And fenced with bars;
And, before the dead sister
Having made a bow to the earth,
The elder said: “Sleep in the coffin;
Suddenly went out, a victim of malice,
Your beauty is on the ground;
Heaven will receive your spirit.
We loved you
And for the dear store -
Nobody got it
Only one coffin.”

On the same day, the evil queen,
Good news waiting
Secretly took a mirror
And she asked her question:
“I am, tell me, dearest of all,
All rouge and whiter?
And heard back:
“You, queen, there is no doubt,
You are the sweetest in the world
All rouge and whiter.

For your bride
Prince Elisha
Meanwhile, the world is jumping.
No how no! He weeps bitterly
And whoever he asks
All his question is wise;
Who laughs in his eyes
Who will rather turn away;
To the red sun at last
The good guy turned:
“Our light is the sun! You walk
All year round in the sky, you drive
Winter with warm spring
You see us all below you.
Al will you refuse me an answer?
Didn't you see anywhere in the world
Are you a young princess?
I am her fiancé." "You are my light"
The red sun answered, -
I did not see the princess.
Know that she is no longer alive.
Is it a month, my neighbor,
Somewhere I met her
Or a trace of her noticed.

Dark Night Elisha
He waited in his anguish.
Only a month seemed
He chased after him pleadingly.
“Month, month, my friend,
Gilded horn!
You rise in deep darkness
round-faced, light-eyed,
And, loving your custom,
The stars are watching you.
Al will you refuse me an answer?
Have you seen anywhere in the world
Are you a young princess?
I am her fiancé." "My brother,"
The clear moon answers,
I did not see the red maiden.
I stand on guard
Just in my queue.
Without me, the princess, apparently,
Ran." — “How insulting!” —
The king answered.
The clear moon continued:
"Wait a minute; about her, maybe
The wind knows. He will help.
You go to him now
Don't be sad, goodbye."

Elisha, not discouraged,
Rushed to the wind, calling:
“Wind, wind! You are powerful
You drive flocks of clouds
You excite the blue sea
Everywhere you fly in the open,
Don't be afraid of anyone
Except for one god.
Al will you refuse me an answer?
Have you seen anywhere in the world
Are you a young princess?
I am her fiancé." - "Wait,"
The violent wind answers,
There, behind the quiet river
There is a high mountain
It has a deep hole;
In that hole, in the sad darkness,
The coffin is rocking crystal
On chains between poles.
Can't see any trace
Around that empty place;
In that coffin is your bride."

The wind ran away.
The prince began to sob
And went to an empty place
For a beautiful bride
Watch one more time.
Here she comes and got up
In front of him is a steep mountain;
Around her the country is empty;
Under the mountain is a dark entrance.
He goes there quickly.
Before him, in the mournful darkness,
The coffin is rocking crystal,
And in that crystal coffin
The princess sleeps forever.
And about the coffin of the bride dear
He hit with all his might.
The coffin was broken. Virgo suddenly
Revived. Looks around
Astonished eyes;
And, swinging over the chains,
Sighing, she said:
“How long have I been sleeping!”
And she rises from the grave...
Ah! .. and both sobbed.
He takes her in his hands
And brings it into the light from the darkness,
And, talking pleasantly,
On their way back,
And the rumor is already trumpeting:
The royal daughter is alive!

At home at that time without work
The wicked stepmother was sitting
In front of your mirror
And talked to him
Saying: “I am the sweetest of all,
All rouge and whiter?
And I heard back.

The king and queen said goodbye,
Equipped on the road,
And the queen at the window
She sat down to wait for him alone.
Waiting, waiting from morning to night,
Looks in the field, indus eyes
Get sick looking
From the white dawn to the night;
Don't see my dear friend!
He only sees: a blizzard is winding,
Snow falls on the fields
All white land.
Nine months go by
She does not take her eyes off the field.
Here on Christmas Eve, on the very night
God gives the queen a daughter.
Welcome guest early in the morning
Day and night so long awaited
From afar at last
The king-father returned.
She looked at him
She sighed heavily
Admiration did not bear
And died by noon.
For a long time the king was inconsolable,
But how to be? and he was sinful;
The year has passed like an empty dream,
The king married another.
Tell the truth, young lady
Indeed, there was a queen:
tall, thin, white,
And she took it with her mind and everything;
But proud, broken,
Selfish and jealous.
She was given as a dowry
There was only one mirror;
The mirror property had:
It speaks skillfully.
She was alone with him
Good-natured, cheerful
joked with him
And, blushing, she said:
“My light, mirror! Tell
Yes, tell the whole truth:
Am I the sweetest in the world,
All blush and whiter?
And a mirror in response to her:
“You, of course, no doubt;
You, queen, are sweeter than all,
All blush and whiter.
And the queen laugh
And shrug your shoulders
And wink your eyes
And snap your fingers
And spin around,
Proudly looking in the mirror.
But the young princess
blooming silently,
Meanwhile, she grew, grew,
Rose and blossomed
White-faced, black-browed,
I like such a meek one.
And the groom was found by her,
Prince Elisha.
The matchmaker arrived, the king gave his word,
And the dowry is ready:
Seven trading cities
Yes, one hundred and forty towers.
Going to a bachelorette party
Here is the queen dressing up
In front of your mirror
Chatted with him:
“I am, tell me, dearest of all,
All blush and whiter?
What is the mirror in response?
“You are beautiful, no doubt;
But the princess is sweeter than all,
All blush and whiter.
How the queen jumps
Yes, how to wave the handle,
Yes, as it slams on the mirror,
With a heel, how it will stomp! ..
“Oh, you vile glass!
You're lying to me for evil.
How can she compete with me?
I will calm the foolishness in it.
Look how grown up!
And it's no wonder that it's white:
Mother belly sat
Yes, I just looked at the snow!
But tell me how can she
To be nicer to me in everything?
Admit it: I'm more beautiful than everyone.
Go around our whole kingdom,
Though the whole world; I don't have an even one.
Is not it?" Mirror in response:
“But the princess is still nicer,
Everything is blusher and whiter.
Nothing to do. She,
Full of black envy
Throwing a mirror under the bench,
Called Chernavka to her
And punish her
To his hay girl,
The message of the princess in the wilderness of the forest
And, tying her alive
Under the pine tree leave there
To be eaten by wolves.
Does the devil cope with an angry woman?
There is nothing to argue. With the princess
Here Chernavka went to the forest
And brought me so far
What did the princess think?
And scared to death
And she prayed: “My life!
What, tell me, am I guilty of?
Don't kill me girl!
And how will I be a queen,
I pity you."
The one who loves her in my heart,
Didn't kill, didn't bind
She let go and said:
"Don't freak out, God bless you."
And she came home.
"What? the queen said to her,
Where is the beautiful girl?
- There, in the forest, stands alone, -
She answers her. -
Her elbows are tightly bound;
Caught in the claws of the beast
She will be less patient
It will be easier to die.
And the rumor began to ring:
The royal daughter is missing!
The poor king is grieving for her.
Prince Elisha,
Praying earnestly to God,
Set off on the road
For a beautiful soul
For a young bride.
But the bride is young
Until dawn in the forest wandering,
Meanwhile everything went on and on
And I came across the Terem.
To meet her, the dog, barking,
He ran and was silent, playing;
She entered the gate
Silence in the backyard.
The dog runs after her, caressing,
And the princess, picking up,
Went up on the porch
And took up the ring;
The door quietly opened
And the princess found herself
In a bright room; around
Shops covered with carpet,
Under the saints is an oak table,
Stove with tiled bench.
The girl sees what's here
Good people live;
Know she won't be offended!
In the meantime, no one is visible.
The princess walked around the house,
Removed everything,
I lit a candle for God
Fired up the stove hot
I climbed up on the floor
And quietly subsided.
Dinner time was approaching
There was a clatter in the yard:
Enter seven heroes,
Seven ruddy mustaches.
The elder said: “What a marvel!
Everything is so clean and beautiful.
Someone tidied up the tower
Yes, I was waiting for the owners.
Who? Come out and show yourself
Be honest with us.
If you are an old man
You will be our uncle forever.
If you are a ruddy guy,
Brother will be our name.
Kohl old woman, be our mother,
So let's celebrate.
When the red girl
Be our dear sister."
And the princess came down to them,
Honored the owners
She bowed low to the waist;
Blushing, I apologized
Something went to visit them,
Even though she wasn't called.
In an instant, by speech, they recognized
That the princess was accepted;
seated in a corner,