“Well, Ivan,” she said to him, “If you could sit still, So you and me. What a wonderful subjunctive mood! Helmut Kohl: "War Elephant" from Germany

01.11.2019

Teacher: In the last lesson, you got acquainted with the category of the mood of the verb. What does the verb express with moods?

Pupils: With the help of moods, the verb expresses the relation of action to reality.

Teacher: What moods of the verb do you know?

Pupils: Indicative, subjunctive (conditional), imperative.

Teacher: In order to remember what action each inclination means, write down the sentences on the board and in your notebooks:

“Live in the country,” said my mother. Mishka and I were very happy. This life would go on all summer long!

Find verbs in the text, determine their mood. What is the action of the verb in the indicative mood?

Pupils: A verb in the indicative mood denotes an action that is happening, happened, will happen. In the recorded text, these are the verbs "said" and "rejoiced."

Teacher: What action does the verb in the imperative mood indicate?

Pupils: A verb in the imperative mood denotes an action that is asked or ordered to be performed. In the text, this is the verb "live".

Teacher: What action does the verb in the subjunctive mood indicate?

Students: A verb in the subjunctive mood denotes an action that is possible under any condition or desirable. In the text, this is the verb "would continue."

Teacher: Today we will talk with you in more detail about verbs in this form. You see on the board the topic “How the subjunctive mood of the verb is formed” and the epigraph to it from the poem by Gianni Rodari: “How wonderful / The subjunctive mood!” Write down the theme and epigraph. Now listen to a poem by Gianni Rodari.

I would decide...

I would say...

I'd hurry...

I would write...

How wonderful is

Subjunctive mood!

Never swear

Doesn't quarrel, doesn't scream,

Will get into an upholstered chair

And dreamily murmurs:

I'd like to learn Turkish...

I would turn on the radio...

No, wait!

I would play the piano...

I would play

If I could

I would fly

I would eat a carload of cakes

If only he had them!

Teacher: From the text of the poem, write out all the verbs in the form of the subjunctive mood. Read in the textbook (Russian language. Grade 5. Edited by M.M. Razumovskaya, P.A. Lekant. M., 2004) on p. 184 how this form is formed: subjunctive mood forms are formed by combining the verb in the form past tense and particles would (b): shone + would, shone + would, shone(s) + would.

What do you need to remember about writing particle would?

Pupils: The particle would (b) is always written separately from the verb and can be found not only with the verb, but also in any other place in the sentence: if you read more, you would read more.

Teacher: So, we learned what a verb in the form of the subjunctive mood means, how this form is formed and how the particle would be written with verbs. But how the subjunctive mood arose in the language, our researchers will tell us (based on the materials of the journal "Russian Language at School").

Pupils: From the verb to be in the meaning of "to exist, to be" ... a whole nest of words was formed. First of all, particles. In the Old Russian language, the subjunctive mood was also ... To form the subjunctive mood in the Old Russian language, it was necessary to add the verb to be in the form of the past tense to the participle in l (wrote, thought) (it was called aorist). For example, the subjunctive from the verb write looked like this:

(I) used to write

(you, he) would write,

(we) used to write

(you) wrote faster

(they) used to write.

Gradually, the system of tenses in the language changed. The aorist is gone. And the form of its 2-3 person singular from the verb being was preserved as a particle by, forming the subjunctive mood: it supplanted all other forms and is now used in all persons and numbers.

Teacher: This is how the would particle lives in the language, about which Felix Krivin said that she “dreams”. Do you agree with this statement?

Pupils: Yes, verbs used with the particle would denote an action that is only desirable or possible under any condition, that is, an action that we dream of, like the hero of a poem by Gianni Rodari.

Teacher: Or like Deniska from V. Dragunsky's story "... Would."

Trained students perform a dramatization based on the story of V. Dragunsky.

“Once I was sitting and sitting, and for no reason at all, I suddenly thought of something that even surprised myself. I thought how nice it would be if everything in the world was arranged the other way around. Well, for example, so that children are in charge in all matters, and adults should have to obey them in everything, in everything. In general, adults should be like children, and children like adults. That would be great, it would be very interesting.

Firstly, I imagine how my mother would “like” such a story that I go around and command her as I want, and dad would probably “like” it too, but there’s nothing to say about my grandmother. Needless to say, I would remember them all! For example, my mother would be sitting at dinner, and I would say to her: “Why did you start a fashion without bread? Here's more news! Look at yourself in the mirror, who do you look like? Poured Koschey! Eat now, they tell you! - And she would eat with her head down, and I would only give the command: - Faster! Don't hold your cheek! Thinking again? Are you solving the world's problems? Chew properly! And don't rock in your chair!"

And then dad would come in after work, and he wouldn’t even have time to undress, and I would have already shouted:

"Yeah, he showed up! You always have to wait! My hands now! As it should, as it should be mine, there is nothing to smear the dirt. After you, the towel is scary to look at. Brush three and spare no soap. Come on, show me your nails! It's horror, not nails. It's just claws! Where are the scissors? Don't move! I do not cut with any meat, but I cut it very carefully. Don't sniff, you're not a girl... That's right. Now sit down at the table."

He would sit down and quietly say to his mother:

"Well, how are you?"

And she would also say quietly:

"Nothing, thanks!"

Teacher: What inclination helps Deniska fantasize, dream?

Students: Subjunctive.

Teacher: Find the verbs in this form in the text.

Then the children perform exercise No. 556. First, they write out sentences in which the verb conveys the meaning of desire, and then sentences that talk about actions that are possible under any conditions.

Exercise No. 557 the guys do on their own. You can invite children to complete the sentence humorously. In this case, special attention should be paid to complex sentences with subordinate conditions (without communication of terms).

Teacher: Verbs in the subjunctive mood change in the same way as in the past tense: by numbers and in the singular - by gender. Now you will listen to the poem. Find in it verbs in the subjunctive mood. Do they have a genus? Why?

It would be nice people

Never washed!

Never would in the first

The class did not study!

Would never eat

Would never sleep.

Interesting: who

These people have become

Pupils: Plural verbs are used here, so we do not determine their gender.

Teacher: And now back to the epigraph of our lesson. Do you agree that the subjunctive is indeed wonderful?

Students: Of course! After all, with the help of this form you can express your desires, dreams, and intentions!

Teacher: This is what you will do by doing your homework (exercise 558). You are invited to write a short essay that would begin with the words: "How I would like to help ..." You can choose another topic instead: "This is a dreamy inclination" or simply "If ...".

I would like the subjunctive mood to make your works as curious and original as S. Silverstein's poem "If I were."

If I were

If I were a little, little dwarf,

I would wash myself with a drop of one rain,

I would ride a ladybug

The fishing rod was hidden in the hole from the nail.

I would easily pass under the doors,

A mosquito would look like a big eagle to me,

A saucer - a wide lake, if I were ...

If I were a little, little dwarf.

I could not hug my father or mother,

Is the little finger, and then - not for sure.

I would have shied away from under my feet in fright

Even a month and a half puppy.

If you gave me a candy "Flight"

An aunt who loves me very much,

I would eat this candy for a whole year,

Fantik alone would unfold half a day.

To write a short word "hello"

I would turn with an eternal pen for a week ...

(I wrote these poems for fourteen years,

After all, I am a little, little dwarf).

Galina GOLUBEV,

teacher of Russian language and literature

secondary school No. 4 in Novovoronezh

Voronezh region

P.S. Here are excerpts from essays.

Application

If...

If I were a small fragile snowflake with six carved rays, I would first live in my native cloud. And then she would sit on its edge, dangle her legs, well, well, she would look at everything from above. I would choose a small town similar to Novovoronezh, and in it - a school, definitely No. 4. I would wait until the lessons were over and the children would go home. I would see a little girl Masha from the 5th "B". And then I would smoothly sank right on her mitten! And Masha would have seen me and screamed: “Girls, look how beautiful the snowflake is, what rays it has!”

How I would like to help...

How I wish I could help my mom! She works so hard and is very tired. I would like to grow up big and strong and become a good engineer. I would tell my mother that she can no longer work as a seller in the market. She would have been delighted, she would have kissed me ... We would have sat down at the table and slowly drank tea with a cake baked by my mother.

It's dreamy...

I like to dream in the evenings. I sit in a chair and think: “It would be nice to be in Africa! I would love to see real lions, ride a zebra, pet a giraffe. The animals would not be afraid of me. They would immediately understand that I am kind.”

But then my mother came in and immediately brought me back from Africa to Novovoronezh:

You should take your lessons, Svetik, otherwise you will sit up late again.

I had to take up mathematics, and I would have dreamed a little more!

If...

If I were a doctor, I would cure my grandmother. I would give her such a medicine so that her legs would not hurt. She would be able to walk more and climb the stairs to the fifth floor, and not in the elevator. Grandmother would always be cheerful, and every day we would go mushroom picking with her.

The Little Humpbacked Horse is a fairy tale by Pyotr Ershov in verse. The popular fairy tale The Little Humpbacked Horse is full of magical characters: the Firebird, a huge fish and others. In the fairy tale there are obsolete words, intuitively understandable, giving a special flavor to the work. The story of the Little Humpbacked Horse is a pleasure to read! It has humor, philosophy, and, of course, miracles...

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Part one. The fairy tale begins to tell...

Beyond the mountains, beyond the forests
Beyond the wide seas
Against the sky - on the ground
An old man lived in a village.
The old woman has three sons:
The older one was smart,
The average was this way and that,
The younger one was an idiot.

The brothers were sowing wheat
Yes, they were taken to the city-capital:
Know that the capital was
Not far from the village.
They sold wheat
Received money by account
And with a full bag
They were returning home.

In a long time al soon
Woe happened to them:
Someone began to walk in the field
And move the wheat.
The men are so sad
They did not see offspring;
They began to think and guess -
How would a thief peep;
Finally they realized
To stand guard
Save bread at night
Watch out for the evil thief.

That's how it became only dark,
The elder brother began to gather:
He took out the pitchfork and the ax
And went on patrol.

The night has come,
Fear came upon him
And with fears our man
Buried under the canopy.

The night passes, the day comes;
The sentinel descends from the sennik
And dousing yourself with water
He began to knock under the hut:
"Hey you sleepy grouse!
Open the door brother
I got wet in the rain
From head to toe."
The brothers opened the door
The guard was let in
They began to ask him:
Didn't he see something?
The watchman prayed
Right, left bowed
And he cleared his throat and said:
"I didn't sleep all night;
To my misfortune,
There was a terrible storm:

The rain poured and poured like this,
I wet my shirt all over.
How boring it was!
However, all is well."
His father praised him:
"You, Danilo, well done!
You are, so to speak, approximately,
Has served me faithfully
That is, being with everything,
He didn't hit his face in the dirt."

It began to get dark again;
The middle brother went to get ready:
Took a pitchfork and an ax
And went on patrol.
The cold night has come
Trembling attacked the little one,
The teeth began to dance;
He hit to run -
And all night I went on patrol
At the neighbor's fence.
It was terrible for the young man!
But here's the morning. He to the porch:
"Hey you, sleepyheads! Why are you sleeping!
Open the door to your brother;
There was a terrible frost at night,
Chilled to the stomach."
The brothers opened the door
The guard was let in
They began to ask him:
Didn't he see something?
The watchman prayed
Right, left bowed
And answered through gritted teeth:
"I didn't sleep all night,
Yes, to my unfortunate fate,
The night was terribly cold
To the hearts of me penetrated;
I rode all night;
It was too awkward...
However, all is well."
And his father said to him:
"You, Gavrilo, well done!"

It became dark for the third time,
The younger one needs to get together;
He does not lead a mustache
Sings on the stove in the corner
From all the stupid urine:
"Beautiful eyes you are!"

Brothers, blame him
They began to drive in the field,
But no matter how long they screamed,
Just lost their voice
He's out of place. Finally
His father came up to him
Tells him: "Listen,
Run on patrol, Vanyusha.
I'll buy you luboks
I'll give you peas and beans."
Here Ivan gets off the stove,
Malachai puts on his

He puts bread in his bosom,
The guard is on its way.
Ivan goes around the field,
looking around,
And sits under a bush;
The stars in the sky are counting
Yes, he eats the edge.

Suddenly, about midnight, the horse neighed ...
Our guard stood up,
Looked under the mitten
And I saw a mare.
The mare was
All white as winter snow
Mane to the ground, golden,
Curled in crayons.
"Ehe-he! so that's what
Our thief! .. But, wait,
I don't know how to joke
Together I will sit on your neck.
Look, what a locust!"
And, a moment of improvement,
Runs up to the mare
Enough for a wavy tail
And jumped on her back -
Only backwards.
young mare,
Glittering furiously,
Serpent's head twisted
And went off like an arrow.
Curls around over the fields,
Hangs flat over the ditches,
Rushing over the mountains,
Walks on end through the woods,
Wants by force al deceit,
Just to deal with Ivan.
But Ivan himself is not simple -
Holds tightly to the tail.

Finally she got tired.
"Well, Ivan," she said to him, "
If you could sit
So you own me.
Give me a place to rest
Yes take care of me
How much do you understand. Yes, look:
Three morning dawns
Set me free
Walk across the open field.
At the end of three days
I give you two horses -
Yes, such as they are today
It never happened at all;
Yes, I also give birth to a horse
Only three inches tall
On the back with two humps
Yes, with yardstick ears.
Two horses, if you like, sell,
But don't give up the horse
Not for a belt, not for a hat,
Not for black, listen, grandma.
On the ground and underground
He will be your comrade:
It will keep you warm in winter
In summer it will blow cold
In hunger, he will treat you with bread,
Drink honey when thirsty.
I'll go out into the field again
Strength to try at will. "

"Okay," Ivan thinks.
And in the shepherd's booth
Drives the mare
Door matting closes
And as soon as it dawned
Goes to the village
Singing a song out loud:
"Well done went to Presnya."

"I didn't sleep all night,
I counted the stars in the sky;
The moon, exactly, also shone, -
I didn't really notice.
Suddenly the devil comes
With a beard and mustache;
Erysipelas like a cat
And the eyes, what are those bowls!
So the devil began to jump
And knock down the grain with a tail.
I can't joke,
And jump on his neck.

He was already dragging, dragging,
Almost broke my head
But I myself am not a mistake,
Hey, he kept him like a beetle.
Fought, fought my cunning
And finally pleaded:
"Do not destroy me from the world!
A whole year for you
I promise to live peacefully
Do not trouble the Orthodox."
I, listen, did not measure the words,
Yes, I believed the devil."
Here the narrator paused.
Yawned and dozed off.
Brothers, no matter how angry,
Could not - laughed,
Grabbing by the sides
Over the fool's story.
The old man himself could not restrain himself,
To not laugh to tears,
Even laugh - so it is
Old people are wrong.

Too much time or too little
Since that night has passed -
I'm nothing about it
Haven't heard from anyone.
Well, what's the matter with us,
Whether a year or two has flown by,

After all, do not run after them ...
Let's continue the story.

Well, so that's it! Raz Danilo
(On a holiday, I remember, it was),
Stretching green drunk
Got dragged into the booth.
What does he see? - Beautiful
Two golden-maned horses
Yes, a toy skate
Only three inches tall
On the back with two humps
Yes, with yardstick ears.
"Hmm! Now I know
Why did the fool sleep here!
Danilo says to himself...
The miracle at once broke the hops;
Here Danilo runs into the house
And Gabriel says:
"Look how beautiful
Two golden-maned horses
Our fool got himself:
You didn't even hear it."
And Danilo da Gavrilo,
What was in the legs of their urine,
Straight through the nettle
So they blow barefoot.

Stumbling three times
Fixing both eyes
Rubbing here and there
Brothers enter to two horses.
The horses neighed and snored,
Eyes were burning like a yacht;
Rings curled into crayons,
The tail flowed golden,
And diamond hooves
Studded with large pearls.
It's worth watching!
Only the king would sit on them!
The brothers looked at them like that,
Which is a little off the mark.
"Where did he get them?
Senior middle said. -
But it's been talked about for a long time
That only fools are given a treasure,
At least break your forehead
So you won't knock out two rubles.
Well, Gavrilo, that week
Let's take them to the capital;
We will sell the boyars there,
Let's split the money.
And with money, you know
And drink and walk
Just hit the bag.
And good fool
No guesswork,
Where are his horses staying?
Let them look here and there.
Well, buddy, shake hands!"
The brothers agreed
Embraced, crossed

And returned home
Talking among ourselves
About horses and about the feast
And about a wonderful animal.

Time rolls by,
Hour after hour, day after day.
And for the first week
The brothers are going to the city-capital,
To sell your goods there
And at the pier to find out
Did they come with ships
Germans in the city for canvases
And will Tsar Saltan come
Shame on Christians.
Here they prayed to the icons,
Father was blessed
They took two horses secretly
And they set off in silence.

Evening made its way to night;
Ivan got ready for the night;
Walking down the street
He eats a piece of bread and sings.
Here he reaches the field,
Hands propped up at the sides

And with a touch, like a pan,
Sideways enters the booth.

Everything was still standing
But the horses were gone;
Only a humpbacked toy
His legs were spinning
Clapped with joy ears
Yes, he danced with his feet.
How Ivan will howl here,
Leaning on the farce:
"Oh you, the horses of the bora-siwa,
Good golden-maned horses!
I did not caress you, friends,
What the hell stole you?
To the abyss to him, the dog!
To breathe in the gully!
So that he in the next world
Fall on the bridge!
Oh you, horses of the bora-siwa,
Good golden-maned horses!"

Here the horse neighed to him.
"Don't grieve, Ivan," he said, "
Big trouble, I do not argue
But I can help, I'm burning.

You didn't screw up:
The horse brothers brought together.
Well, why talk empty,
Be, Ivanushka, in peace.
Hurry up and sit on me
Just know yourself hold on;
Even though I'm small,
Yes, I will change the horse of another:
How do I run and run
So I'll overtake the demon."

Here the skate lies before him;
Ivan sits on a skate,
Ears in zagreb takes
What is the lobes roars.
The little humpbacked horse shook himself,
He got up on his paws, startled,
He slammed his mane, snored
And flew like an arrow;
Only dusty clubs
The whirlwind curled underfoot.
And in two moments, if not in a moment,
Our Ivan overtook the thieves.

The brothers, that is, were afraid,
They combed and hesitated.

And Ivan began to shout to them:
"It's a shame, brothers, to steal!
Even though you are smarter Ivana,
Yes, Ivan is more honest than you:
He didn't steal your horses."
The elder, writhing, then said:
"Our dear brother Ivasha,
What to shove is our business!
But take into account
Our unselfish belly.

No matter how much wheat we sow,
We have a little daily bread.
And if the harvest is bad,
So at least get into the loop!
Here in such great sadness
Gavrila and I were talking
All last night -
What would help the goryushku?
So and so we did
Finally decided this:
To sell your skates
At least a thousand rubles.
And thank you, say by the way,
Bring you back -
Red hat with a vertebra
Yes, heeled boots.
Besides, the old man can't
Can no longer work;
But it is necessary to close the century, -
You are a smart person!"
"Well, if that's the case, then go, -
Ivan says - sell
Golden-maned two horses,
Yes, take me too."
The brothers squinted painfully,
Yes, you can't! agreed.

It began to darken in the sky;
The air began to grow cold;
Here, so that they do not get lost,
Decided to stop.

Under canopies of branches
All horses tied
Brought with a bast basket,
got a little drunk
And go, God willing
Who is into what of them.

Here Danilo suddenly noticed
That the fire lit up in the distance.
He looked at Gabriel
Left eye winked
And coughed lightly
Pointing the fire quietly;
Here he scratched his head,
"Oh, how dark! - he said. -
At least a month that way as a joke
Looked at us for a minute,
Everything would be easier. And now,
Right, we are worse than black grouse ...
Wait a minute... it seems to me
What light smoke curls there ...
You see, Avon! .. So it is! ..
That would be a smoke to breed!
It would be a miracle! .. And listen,
Run, brother Vanyusha!
And, to be honest, I have
No flint, no flint."
Danilo himself thinks:
"To crush you there!"
Gavrilo says:
"Who-sing knows what burns!

Kohl the stanitsa moored
Remember his name!"

All nonsense for a fool.
He sits on a skate
Beats in steep sides with legs,
Pulling his hands
Blows with all his might...
The horse soared, and the trail caught a cold.
"Be with us the power of the cross! -
Then Gavrilo shouted,
Protected by the holy cross. -
What kind of demon is under him!

The flame burns brighter
The hunchback runs faster.
Here he is in front of the fire.
The field shines like during the day;
Wonderful light streams around
But it does not heat, does not smoke.
Ivan was given a diva here.
“What,” he said, “for the devil!
There are five caps in the world,
And there is no heat and smoke;
Eco miracle light!"

The horse tells him:
"That's something to marvel at!
Here lies the feather of the Firebird,
But for your happiness
Don't take it.
Many, many restless
Bring it with you."
"Speak you! How not so!" -
The fool grumbles to himself;
And, lifting the feather of the Firebird,
Wrapped it up in rags
Put rags in a hat
And he turned his horse.
Here he comes to the brothers
And to their demand he answers:
"How did I get there?
I saw a burnt stump;
Already over him I fought, fought,
So I almost sat down;
I inflated it for an hour -
No, damn it, it's gone!"
The brothers did not sleep the whole night,
They laughed at Ivan;
And Ivan sat down under the cart,
He snored until morning.

Here they harnessed the horses
And they came to the capital
Became in a row of horses,
Opposite the big chambers.

In that capital there was a custom:
If the mayor does not say -
Buy nothing
Sell nothing.
Here comes mass;
The mayor leaves
In shoes, in a fur hat,
With a hundred city guards.
Next to him rides herald,
Long mustache, bearded;
He blows a golden trumpet,
Cries out in a loud voice:
"Guests! Open the shops,
Buy, sell.
And the overseers sit
Near the shops and look
To avoid sodom
No dashing, no pogrom,
And to no freak
Do not deceive the people!"
The guests of the shop open,
Baptized people call out:
"Hey, honest gentlemen,
Please visit us here!
How are our containers-bars,
All sorts of goods!"
The buyers are coming
Goods are taken from guests;

Guests count money
Yes, the overseers are blinking.

Meanwhile, the city detachment
Comes to the equestrian row;
Looks - crush from the people.
There is neither exit nor entrance;
So teeming here and teeming,
And laugh and shout.
The mayor was surprised
that the people rejoiced,
And he gave the order to the detachment,
To clear the road.

"Hey! you damn barefoot!
Get out of my way! get out of my way!"
The barbels screamed
And they hit the whips.
Here the people moved
He took off his hats and stepped aside.

Before the eyes of the equestrian row;
Two horses stand in a row
young, crows,
Golden manes curl,
Rings curled into crayons,
The tail flows golden...

Our old man, no matter how ardent,
He rubbed the back of his head for a long time.
"Wonderful," he said, "God's light,
There are no miracles in it!"
The whole squad here bowed,
I marveled at the wise speech.
Meanwhile, the mayor
Punished severely to everyone
Not to buy horses
They didn't yawn, they didn't shout;
That he is going to the yard
Report everything to the king.
And, leaving part of the detachment,
He went to report.

Arrives at the palace.
"You have mercy, the king-father! -
The mayor exclaims
And the whole body falls. -
They didn't order me to be executed
Tell me to speak!"
The king deigned to say: "Okay,
Speak, but it's only complicated. "-
"As best I can, I'll tell you:
I serve as mayor;
Faithfully correct
This position..." - "I know, I know!" -
"Today, having taken a detachment,
I went to the horse range.
Come - the darkness of the people!
Well, no way out or in.

What to do here? .. Ordered
Drive the people so as not to interfere.
And so it happened, the king-hope!
And I went - and what?
In front of me is a row of horses;
Two horses stand in a row
young, crows,
Golden manes curl,
Rings curled into crayons,
The tail flows golden,
And diamond hooves
Studded with large pearls.

The king could not sit here.
"We need to look at the horses, -
He says, it's not bad
And make such a miracle.
Hey, give me a wagon!" And so
The wagon is at the gate.
The king washed, dressed up
And rolled into the market;
A detachment is behind the king of archers.

Here he entered the horse row.
Everybody fell on their knees
And "Hurray" to the king shouted.
The king bowed and instantly

A young man jumping from a wagon ...
He does not take his eyes off his horses,
Right, left comes to them,
He calls with a word of affection,
Softly hits them on the back,
pats their necks,
Stroking the golden mane,
And looking pretty
He asked turning
To those around him: "Hey guys!
Whose foals are these?
Who is the boss?" Ivan is here,
Hands on the hips, like a pan,
Because of the brothers performs
And, pouting, he replies:
"This couple, the king, is mine,
And the owner is also me.
"Well, I'm buying a couple!
Are you selling?" - "No, I'm changing." -
"What do you take good in exchange?" -
"Two to five caps of silver." -
"I mean, it'll be ten."
The king immediately ordered to weigh
And, by your grace,
He gave me an extra five roubles.
The king was generous!

Take the horses to the stables
Ten gray-haired grooms,
All in gold stripes,

All with colored sashes
And with morocco whips.
But dear, as if laughing,
The horses knocked them all off their feet,
All the bridles are torn
And they ran to Ivan.

The king went back
She tells him: "Well, brother,
A pair of ours is not given;
Nothing to do, have to
To serve you in the palace.
You will walk in gold
Dress up in a red dress
Like rolling cheese in butter
All my stable
I give you an order
The royal word is a guarantee.
What, do you agree?" - "Eka thing!
I will live in the palace
I will walk in gold
Dress up in a red dress
Like rolling cheese in butter
The whole stable factory
The king gives me an order;
That is, I'm from the garden
I will become a royal governor.
Wonderful thing! So be it
I will, king, serve you.

Just, mind you, don't fight me
And let me sleep
Or else I was like that!"

Then he called the horses
And went along the capital,
Waving my own mitten
And to the song of the fool
Horses dance trepak;
And his skate is humpbacked -
And so it breaks down,
To the surprise of all people.

The two brothers meanwhile
Royally received money
They were sewn into belts,
They knocked on the valley
And we went home.
Shared at home
They both got married at the same time
They began to live and live
Remember Ivan.

But now we'll leave them
Let's have fun with a fairy tale again
Orthodox Christians,
What did our Ivan do,

Being in the service of the king,
At the state stable;
How did he get into the neighbors,
How he slept his pen,
How cunningly caught the Firebird,
How he kidnapped the Tsar-maiden,
How he went for the ring
As he was an ambassador in heaven,
How is he in the sunny village
Kitu begged for forgiveness;
How, among other things,
He saved thirty ships;
As in the boilers he did not boil,
How handsome he became;
In a word: our speech is about
How did he become king?

Part two. Soon the tale tells, and not soon the deed is done.

The story begins
From Ivan's leprosy,
And from Sivka, and from Burka,
And from the prophetic kourka.
The goats have gone to the sea;
The mountains are overgrown with forest;

The horse from the golden bridle broke,
Rising straight to the sun;
Forest standing under the foot
On the side are thunder clouds;
The cloud moves and sparkles
Thunder scatters across the sky.
This is a saying: wait,
The story is ahead.
Like on the ocean
And on the island of Buyan
A new coffin stands in the forest,
The girl lies in the coffin;
The nightingale whistles over the coffin;
The black beast roams in the oak forest,
This is a hint, but -
The story will go on.

Well, you see, laity,
Orthodox Christians,
Our daring fellow
Wandered into the palace;
Serves at the royal stable
And won't bother at all
It's about brothers, about father
In the royal palace.
And what does he care about his brothers?
Ivan has red dresses,
Red caps, boots
Almost ten boxes;

He eats sweetly, he sleeps so much,
What expanse, and only!

Here in five weeks
Began to notice the sleeping bag ...
I must say, this sleeping bag
Before Ivan was the boss
Above the stable over all
Of the boyars were reputed to be children;
So no wonder he was angry
I swore at Ivan
Though the abyss, but a stranger
Get out of the palace.
But, hiding deceit,
It's for every occasion
Pretend, rogue, deaf,
short-sighted and dumb;
He himself thinks: "Wait a minute,
I'll move you, you fool!"

So in five weeks
The sleeping bag began to notice
That Ivan does not care for horses,
And does not clean, and does not school;
But for all that, two horses
As if only from under the crest:
Washed clean,
Manes are twisted into braids,

The bangs are gathered in a bun,
Wool - well, shines like silk;
In the stalls - fresh wheat,
As if it will be born right there,
And in large vats full
It looks like it's just poured.
"What kind of a parable is this? -
Sleeper thinks sighing. -
Isn't he walking, wait,
To us a prankster brownie?
Let me watch
And something, so I'm a bullet,
Without blinking, I can merge, -
If only the fool would leave.
I will convey in the royal thought,
That the horseman of the state -
Basurmanin, fortune teller,
Warlock and villain;
That he drives bread and salt with the demon,
Doesn't go to God's church
Catholic holding a cross
And fasting meat eats. "

That same evening, this sleeping bag,
The former head of the stables,
Secretly hid in the stalls
And sprinkled with oats.

Here it is midnight.
It hurt in his chest:
He is neither alive nor dead,
He does all the prayers.
Waiting for a neighbor ... Choo! in itself
The doors creaked softly
The horses stomped, and now
An old horseman enters.
The door is locked with a latch,
He carefully takes off his hat,
Puts it on the window
And from that hat he takes
In three wrapped rags
The royal treasure - the feather of the Firebird.

The light shone here
That the sleeping bag almost cried out,
And trembled with fear,
That the oats fell off him.
But the neighbor is unaware!
He puts his pen in the barrel
Start cleaning the horses
Washes, cleans
Weaves long manes,
Sings different songs.
Meanwhile, curled up in a club,
shaking the tooth,
Looks sleeping bag, a little alive,
What is the brownie doing here.
What a devil! Something on purpose
The rogue midnight dressed up:
No horns, no beard
Red-haired guy, at least where!
The hair is smooth, the side of the tape,
On the shirt there are stripes,
Boots like al morocco, -
Well, definitely Ivan.
What a wonder? Looks again
Our eyes on the brownie ...
"Eh! so that's it! - finally
The sly one muttered to himself,
Okay, tomorrow the king will know
What is your stupid mind hiding.
Just wait a day
You will remember me!"
And Ivan, not knowing at all,
What's wrong with him
Threatens, everything weaves
Manes in braids and sings.

And removing them, in both vats
Drawn full honey
And filled up
Beloyarova millet.
Here, yawning, the feather of the Firebird
Wrapped up in rags again
Hat under the ear - and lay down
Horses near the hind legs.

Just started to shine
The sleeping bag began to move
And, having heard that Ivan
He snores like Yeruslan
He slowly slides down
And creeps up to Ivan,
I put my fingers in my hat,
Grab a pen - and the trace caught a cold.

The king has just woken up
Our sleeping bag came to him,
He hit his forehead hard on the floor
And then he sang to the king:
"I'm with a guilty head,
The king appeared before you

They didn't order me to be executed
Tell me to speak."
"Speak without adding, -
The king told him yawning.
If you're going to lie
Then the whip cannot be avoided."
Our sleeping bag, gathered with strength,
Says to the king: "Have mercy!
These are the true Christ
Fair is mine, king, denunciation.
Our Ivan, then everyone knows
From you, father hides
But not gold, not silver -
Firebird Feather..." -
"Zharoptitsevo?.. Damned!
And he dared to be so rich...
Wait, you villain!
You will not pass the lashes! .. "-
"And what else does he know! -
The sleeping bag continues quietly
Curved. - Welcome!
Let him have a pen;
Yes, and the Firebird
In your, father, light room,
If you wish to give an order,
Boasts of getting it."
And a scammer with this word,
Hunched over with a talovy hoop,
Came up to the bed
Filed a treasure - and again on the floor.

The king looked and marveled,
Stroking his beard, laughing
And bit the end of the pen.
Here, putting it in a casket,
Shouted (out of impatience),
Confirming your command
With a quick swing of the fist:
"Hey! call me a fool!"

And messengers of the nobles
Run along Ivan
But, facing everything in the corner,
Stretched out on the floor.
The king admired that much
And he laughed to the bone.
And the nobleman, seeing
What is funny for the king
Winked among themselves
And suddenly they stretched out.
The king was so pleased with that
That they were awarded with a hat.
Here are messengers of the nobles
They started calling Ivan again
And this time
Got off without a hitch.

Here they come running to the stable,
The doors are wide open
And the fool's feet
Well, push in all directions.
They fiddled with it for half an hour,
But he was not awakened.
Finally an ordinary
I woke him up with a broom.

"What kind of servants are here? -
Ivan says getting up. -
How I grab you with a whip,
So you won't be later
No way to wake Ivan."
The nobles say to him:
"The king deigned to order
We'll invite you to him."
"King? .. Well, okay! I'll get dressed
And immediately I will come to him,
Ivan speaks to the ambassadors.

Here he put on his coat,
Tied up with a girdle,
I thought, I combed my hair,
I attached my whip to the side,
Like a duck swam.

Here Ivan appeared to the king,
Bowed, cheered,
Grunted twice and asked:
"Why did you wake me up?"
The king, squinting his left eye,
Shouted at him in anger
Standing up: "Shut up!
You must answer me:
By which decree
You hid from our eyes
Our royal good -
Firebird feather?
What am I - tsar or boyar?
Answer now, Tatar!"
Here Ivan, waving his hand,
Says to the king: "Wait!
I didn’t give those hats exactly,
How did you find out about it?
What are you - are you a prophet?
Well, what, sit in jail,
Order now at least in sticks -
No pen, and shabalka! .. "-
"Answer me! I'll screw it up! .." -
"I really say to you:

No pen! Yes, hear where
Should I get such a miracle?"
The king jumped out of bed
And the casket with the pen opened.
"What? Have you dared to cross over yet?
No, don't turn away!
What's this? Eh?" Ivan is here.
trembled like a leaf in a blizzard,
He dropped his hat out of fear.
"What, buddy, is it tight? -
The king spoke. - Hold on, brother! .. "-
"Oh, sorry, sorry!
Release the blame to Ivan
I'm not going to lie ahead."
And wrapped in the floor
Stretched out on the floor.
"Well, for the first occasion
I forgive you the guilt -
The Tsar speaks to Ivan. -
God bless me, I'm angry!
And sometimes from hearts
I'll take off the forelock with the head.
So, you see, what I am!
But, to say without further words,
I found out that you are the Firebird
In our royal light,
If I wanted to order
You boast to get it.
Well, look, don't deny
And try to get it."
Here Ivan jumped up like a top.
"I didn't say that!
He screamed as he wiped himself off. -
Oh, I don't lock myself up

But about the bird, whatever you like,
You are misleading."
King, shake your beard:
"What? Dress me up with you! -
He screamed. - But look,
If you are three weeks
Can't get me the Firebird
In our royal light,
That, I swear by my beard,
You pay me:

Get out, serf!" Ivan began to cry.
And went to the hayloft,
Where his horse lay.

The hunchback, sensing him,
Pulled was dancing;
But when I saw tears
I didn't cry a little myself.
"What, Ivanushka, sad?
What did you hang your head on? -
The skate tells him
Have his legs twirling. -
Don't hide before me
All tell me what's behind the soul.
I'm ready to help you.
Al, my dear, is he unwell?
Al fell for a likhodey?"
Ivan fell to the skate on the neck,
Hugged and kissed.

"Oh, trouble, skate! - He said. -
The king orders to get the Firebird
In the state hall.
What should I do, hunchback?"
The horse tells him:
"The trouble is great, I do not argue;
But I can help, I'm burning.
That's why your trouble
That did not listen to me:
Do you remember, driving to the city-capital,
You found the Firebird's feather;
I told you then:
Don't take it, Ivan - trouble!
Many, many restless
He will bring it with him.
Now you know
Did I tell you the truth.
But, to tell you in friendship,
This is a service, not a service;
Service is all, brother, ahead.
You go to the king now
And tell him openly:
"It is necessary, king, I have two troughs
Beloyarova millet
Yes, overseas wine.
Let's hurry up:
Tomorrow, only shame,
We'll go on a hike."
Here Ivan goes to the king,
Tells him openly:
"It is necessary, king, I have two troughs
Beloyarova millet
Yes, overseas wine.
Let's hurry up:
Tomorrow, only shame,
We'll go on a hike."
The king immediately gives the order,
So that the messengers of the nobles
Everyone was found for Ivan,
Called him young
And "happy journey!" said.

The next day, early in the morning,
Ivan's horse woke up:
"Hey! Master! Sleep well!
Time to fix things!"
Here Ivanushka got up,
I was going on the path,
I took troughs and millet,
And overseas wine;
dressed warmer,
He sat on his horse,
Pulled out a slice of bread
And went east
Get toe the Firebird.

They go all week
Finally, on the eighth day,
They come to the dense forest.
Then the horse said to Ivan:
"You will see a clearing here;
In the glade of that mountain
All of pure silver;
Here it is until dawn
The firebirds are flying
Drink water from a stream;
We'll catch them here."
And, having finished the speech to Ivan,
Runs out into the field.
What a field! Greens are here
Like an emerald stone;
The wind blows over her
So it sows sparks;
And the flowers are green
Unspeakable beauty.
And on that glade,
Like a rampart on the ocean
The mountain rises
All pure silver.
Sun with summer rays
Paints all of it with dawns,
Runs in golden folds,
At the top, a candle burns.

Here is a horse on a slope
Climb this mountain
A verst, a friend ran,
He stood up and said:

"Soon the night, Ivan, will begin,
And you have to guard.
Well, pour wine into the trough
And mix millet with wine.
And to be closed to you,
You crawl under that trough,
Silently notice
Yes, look, don't yawn.
Before sunrise, listen, lightning
Firebirds will fly here
And they will start pecking millet
Yes, scream in your own way.

You who are closer
And grab it, look!
And you will catch a bird-fire,
And shout to the whole market;
I'll come to you right away."
"Well, what if I get burned? -
Ivan says to the horse,
Unfolding your coat. -
You will need to take gloves:
Tea, the cheat burns painfully."
Here the horse disappeared from the eyes,
And Ivan, groaning, crawled up
Under an oak trough
And lies there like a dead man.

Here at midnight sometimes
The light spilled over the mountain, -
As if noon is coming:
Firebirds swoop in;
They started running and screaming
And peck millet with wine.
Our Ivan, closed from them,
Watching birds from under the trough
And talks to himself
Spreading like this with your hand:
"Pah, you devilish power!
Ek them, rubbish, rolled!

Tea, there are about five dozen of them here.
If only to take over everyone, -
That would be good!
Needless to say, fear is beautiful!
Everyone has red legs;
And the tails are a real laugh!
Tea, chickens don't have those.
And how much, boy, light,
Like a father's oven!"
And, having finished such a speech,
By myself under a loophole,
Our Ivan is a snake and a snake

Crawled to the millet with wine, -
Grab one of the birds by the tail.
"Oh, Little Humpbacked Konechek!
Come quickly, my friend!
I did catch a bird."
So Ivan the Fool shouted.
The hunchback appeared at once.
"Ay, the owner, distinguished himself! -
The skate tells him. -
Well, hurry it into the bag!
Yes, tie tighter;
And put the bag around your neck.
We need to go back."
"No, let me scare the birds!
Ivan says. - Check this out,
Look, you're pissed off screaming!"
And grab your bag
Whipping up and down.
sparkling with bright flames,
The whole flock started
Coiled around fiery
And rushed for the clouds.
And our Ivan after them
With your mittens
So he waves and shouts,
As if covered in lye.
The birds are lost in the clouds;
Our travelers have gathered
Laid the royal treasure
And they returned back.

Here the nobles ran
And the window was closed.
Here is Ivan a bag on the table:
"Come on, grandma, let's go!"
A light like this suddenly spilled out,
That the whole yard was closed by hand.
The king shouts to the whole bazaar:
"Ahti, fathers, fire!
Hey, call the bars!
Fill in! Fill it up!"
"This, you hear, is not a fire,
This is the light from the bird-heat, -
Said the hunter, himself with laughter
Tearing. - fun
I brought those, sir!"
The king says to Ivan:
"I love my friend Vanyusha!
You cheered my soul

And for such joy -
Be the royal stirrup!"

Seeing this, a cunning sleeping bag,
The former head of the stables,
He says under his breath:
"No, wait, sucker!
It won't always happen to you
So canal to excel.
I'll let you down again
My friend, in trouble!"

Three weeks later
In the evening we sat alone
In the royal kitchen of the cook
And servants of the court;
Drinking honey from a jug
Yes, read Yeruslan.
"Eh! - one servant said, -
How did I get today
From a neighbor a miracle book!
There are not so many pages in it,
Yes, and there are only five fairy tales,
And fairy tales - to tell you
So you can not be surprised;
You have to be smart about it!"

It's all in the voice: "Be cool!
Tell me brother, tell me!"
"Well, which one do you want?
Five after all fairy tales; look here:
The first story about a beaver
And the second is about the king;
The third ... God forbid, memory ... for sure!
About the eastern boyar;
Here in the fourth: Prince Bobyl;
In the fifth ... in the fifth ... oh, I forgot!
The fifth story says...
So in the mind it spins ... "-

"Well, give it up!" - "Wait!" -
"About the beauty, what eh, what?" -
"Exactly! The fifth says
About the beautiful Tsar Maiden.
Well, which one, friends,
Will I tell you today?"
"King-maiden!" - everyone shouted. -
We've heard of kings
We are beauties soon!
It's more fun to listen to them."
And the servant, seated importantly,
He began to speak at length:

"At distant German countries
There are, guys, okyan.
Is it by that okiyanu
Only infidels ride;
From the Orthodox land
Never been
Neither nobles nor laity
On a filthy slope.
There is a rumor from the guests
That the girl lives there;
But the girl is not simple,
Daughter, you see, dear month,
And the sun is her brother.
That girl, they say
Rides in a red coat
In a golden, guys, boat

And a silver oar
He personally rules in it;
Singing different songs
And he plays on the gusels ... "

A sleeping bag here with a lope -
And from both feet
Went to the palace to the king
And just appeared to him;
He hit his forehead hard on the floor
And then he sang to the king:
"I'm with a guilty head,
The king appeared before you
They didn't order me to be executed
Tell me to speak!"
"Speak the truth only,
And don't lie, look, not at all!"
The king screamed from the bed.
The sly sleeping bag replied:
"We were in the kitchen today,
Drinking for your health
And one of the court servants
He amused us with a fairy tale out loud;
This tale says
About the beautiful Tsar Maiden.
Here is your royal stirrup
I swore by your beard,
That he knows this bird, -
So he called the Tsar Maiden, -

And her, if you please know,
Boasts of getting it."
The sleeping bag hit the floor again.
"Hey, call me stremyannov!" -
The king shouted at the messengers.
The sleeping bag here became behind the stove.
And the messengers of the nobles
They ran along Ivan;
Found in a deep sleep
And they brought me in a shirt.

The king began his speech thus: "Listen,
You've been denounced, Vanyusha.
They say that right now
You boasted for us
Find another bird
That is to say, the Tsar-maiden ... "-
"What are you, what are you, God bless you! -
Began the royal stirrup. -
Tea, from sleepwalkers I interpret,
Threw the piece away.
Yes, cheat yourself as you like,
And you won't fool me."
King, shake your beard:
"What? Should I dress up with you? -
He screamed. - But look,
If you are three weeks
You can't get the Tsar Maiden
In our royal light,

That, I swear by my beard!
You will pay me!
To the right - into the bars - to the stake!
Get out, serf!" Ivan began to cry.
And went to the hayloft,
Where his horse lay.

"What, Ivanushka, sad?
What did you hang your head on? -
The skate tells him. -
Al, my dear, are you sick?
Al fell for a likhodey?"
Ivan fell to the skate on the neck,
Hugged and kissed.
"Oh, trouble, skate! - He said. -
The king commands in his room
I get it, listen, the Tsar Maiden.
What should I do, hunchback?"
The horse tells him:
"The trouble is great, I do not argue;
But I can help, I'm burning.
That's why your trouble
That didn't listen to me.
But, to tell you in friendship,
This is a service, not a service;
Service is all, brother, ahead!
You go to the king now
And say: "After all, for the capture
It is necessary, king, I have two fly,

Tent embroidered with gold
Yes dinnerware -
All overseas jam -
And sweets to cool down,

"That would be so long ago than not," -
The king from the bed gave the answer
And ordered that the noble
Everyone was found for Ivan,
Called him young
And "happy journey!" said.

The next day, early in the morning,
Ivan's horse woke up:
"Hey! Master! Sleep well!
Time to fix things!"
Here Ivanushka got up,
I was going on the path,
Took fly and a tent
Yes dinnerware -
All overseas jam -
And sweets for cooling;
I put everything in a travel bag
And tied with a rope
dressed warmer,
He sat on his skate;
Pulled out a slice of bread
And drove east
According to that, the Tsar-maiden.

They go all week
Finally, on the eighth day,
They come to the dense forest.

Then the horse said to Ivan:
"Here is the road to the ocean,
And on it all year round
That beauty lives;
Twice she just gets off
With okiyana and leads
Long day on earth to us.
You'll see for yourself tomorrow."
AND; having finished the speech to Ivan,
Runs out to the okiya,
On which the white shaft
Walked alone.
Here Ivan gets off the skate,
And the skate tells him:
"Well, pitch your tent,
Set the device wide

From overseas jam
And sweets to cool off.
Lie down behind the tent
Yes, dare your mind.
You see, the boat flickers over there ..
Then the princess swims.
Let her enter the tent,
Let him eat, drink;
Here's how to play the harp -
Know that the time is coming.
You immediately run into the tent,
Grab that princess
And hold her tighter
Yes, call me soon.
I'm at your first command
I'll come running to you just;
And let's go ... Yes, look,
You look after her closer;

If you sleep her
That way you can't avoid trouble."
Here the horse disappeared from the eyes,
Ivan huddled behind the tent
And let's turn dira,
To see the princess.

Clear noon is coming;
The king-maiden swims up,
Enters the tent with the harp
And sits down at the device.
"Hmm! So this is the Tsar Maiden!
As the fairy tales say,
Argues stirrup, -
What is red
Tsar-maiden, so marvelous!
This one isn't pretty at all.
And pale, and thin,
Tea, three inches in girth;
And a leg, a leg!
Pah you! like a chicken!
Let someone love
I won't take it for free."
Here the princess played
And sang so sweetly
That Ivan, not knowing how,
Crouched on a fist
And under the voice of a quiet, slender
Falls asleep peacefully.

The West was slowly burning down.
Suddenly the horse neighed over him
And, pushing him with a hoof,
He shouted in an angry voice:
"Sleep, my dear, to the star!
Pour out your troubles
It's not me they're going to hang on a stake!"
Here Ivanushka cried
And, sobbing, begged
So that the horse forgives him:
"Release the guilt to Ivan,
I won't sleep ahead."
"Well, God will forgive you! -
The hunchback screams at him. -
We can fix everything, maybe
Only, chur, do not fall asleep;
Tomorrow, early in the morning
To the gold-embroidered tent
The girl will come again
Drink sweet honey.
If you fall asleep again
You can't take your head off."
Here the horse disappeared again;
And Ivan set off to collect
Sharp stones and nails
From broken ships
In order to prick
If he takes a nap again.

The next day, in the morning,
To the gold-embroidered tent
The king-maiden swims up,
Throws the boat on the shore
Enters the tent with the harp
And sits down at the device ...
Here the princess played
And sang so sweetly
What is Ivanushka again
I wanted to sleep.
"No, wait, you wretched one! -
Ivan says getting up. -
You won't go to another place
And you won't fool me."
Here Ivan runs into the tent,
Long enough braid...
"Oh, run, horse, run!
My little hunchback, help!"
In an instant, a horse appeared to him.
"Ay, master, distinguished himself!
Well, sit down quickly.
Hold her tight!"

Here the capital reaches.
The king runs to the princess,
Takes by the white hands
Leads her to the palace
And sits down at the oak table
And under the silk curtain,

Looks into the eyes with tenderness,
Sweet speech says:
"Incomparable girl,
Agree to be a queen!
I barely saw you
He boiled with strong passion.
Your falcon eyes
Won't let me sleep in the middle of the night
And in broad daylight
Oh! exhaust me.
Say a kind word!
Everything is ready for the wedding;

Tomorrow morning, my light,
Let's marry you
And let's start to sing along."

And the young princess
Saying nothing
Turned away from the king.
The king was not at all angry,
But he fell in love even more;
On my knees before her,
Gently shook hands
And the balusters began again:
"Speak a kind word!
Why did I upset you?
Ali by what you love?
"Oh, my fate is deplorable!"
The princess tells him:
"If you want to take me,
Then you deliver to me in three days
My ring is from an okian." -
"Hey! Call Ivan to me!" -
The king hurriedly shouted
And I almost ran.

Here Ivan appeared to the king,
The king turned to him
And he said to him: "Ivan!
Go to okyan;

The volume is stored in the okian
Ring, you hear, Tsar-girls.
If you get it for me,
I'll give you everything."
"I am from the first road
I drag my feet;
You're on the okyan again!" -
Ivan speaks to the Tsar.
"How, rogue, do not rush:
See, I want to get married! -
The king shouted in anger
And he pounded his feet. -
Don't deny me
And hurry up and go!"
Here Ivan wanted to go.
"Hey, listen! On the way, -
The queen tells him
Come take a bow
In my emerald tower
Yes, tell my dear:
Her daughter wants to know
Why is she hiding
Three nights, three days
Is your face clear from me?
And why is my brother red
Wrapped up in the dark rainy
And in the misty sky
Will not send a beam to me?
Don't forget!" - "I will remember,
Unless I forget;
Yes, you have to know
Who are the brother, who are the mother,
So that we don’t get lost in our family.”
The queen says to him:

"The moon is my mother, the sun is my brother" -
"Yes, look, three days ago!" -
The groom-king added to this.
Here Ivan left the Tsar
And went to the hayloft,
Where his horse lay.

"What, Ivanushka, sad?
What did you hang your head on?"
The skate tells him.
"Help me, hunchback!
You see, the king decided to marry,
You know, on a thin queen,
So it sends to the okian, -
Ivan says to the horse. -
He gave me only three days;
Feel free to try here
Get the devil's ring!
Yes, she told me to come
This thin queen
Somewhere in the tower to bow
Sun, Moon, moreover
And ask me something..."
Here is a skate: "To say in friendship,
This is a service, not a service;
Service is all, brother, ahead!
You go to sleep now;
And tomorrow, early in the morning,
We'll go to the ocean."

The next day, our Ivan,
Taking three onions in his pocket,
dressed warmer,
Sat on his skate
And went on a long journey...
Let me rest, brothers!

Part three. Before Selev, Makar dug gardens, and now Makar has ended up in governors.

Ta-ra-rali, ta-ra-ra!
The horses came out of the yard;
Here the peasants caught them
Yes, tied tight.
A raven sits on an oak
He plays the trumpet;

How to play the pipe
Orthodox amuse:
"Hey, listen, honest people!
Once upon a time there was a husband and wife;
Husband will take on jokes
And the wife for jokes,
And they will have a feast here,
What for the whole baptized world!
This saying is being carried out
The story will begin later.
Like ours at the gate
The fly sings a song:
"What will you give me as a message?
The mother-in-law beats her daughter-in-law:
Planted on a sixth
tied with string,
Pulled the arms to the legs,
Leg right razula:
"Don't go through the dawn!
Don't look good!"
This saying was carried out
And so the fairy tale began.

Well, this is how our Ivan rides
Behind the ring to the okian.
The hunchback flies like the wind
And in the beginning on the first evening
A hundred thousand miles waved
And he didn't rest anywhere.

Approaching the okiyanu,
Skate says to Ivan:
"Well, Ivanushka, look,
Here in three minutes
We will come to the meadow -
Directly to the sea-okiyanu;
Across it lies
Miracle-yudo fish-whale;
For ten years he has been suffering
And until now he does not know
How to get forgiveness
He will teach you to ask
So that you are in the sunny village
Asked him for forgiveness;
You promise to fulfill
Yes, look, don't forget!"
Here they enter the meadow
Directly to the sea-okiyanu;
Across it lies
Miracle-yudo fish-whale.
All sides are pitted
Palisades driven into the ribs,
Cheese-boron makes noise on the tail,
The village stands on the back;
The men plow on their lips,
Between the eyes the boys are dancing,
And in the oak forest, between the mustaches,
The girls are looking for mushrooms.
Here the skate runs along the whale,
Hooves pound on bones.
Miracle Yudo whale fish
So the passerby says
Mouth wide open,
Heavily, bitterly sighing:
"The way is the way, gentlemen!
Where are you from and where are you?"
"We are ambassadors from the Tsar Maiden,
We both go from the capital, -
The horse says to the whale, -
To the sun straight to the east
In the mansions of gold. "-
“So it’s impossible, dear fathers,
You have to ask the sun:
How long will I be in disgrace,
And for what sins
Am I suffering misfortune?"
"Okay, okay, whale fish!" -
Our Ivan shouts to him.
"Be a merciful father to me!
See how I suffer, poor thing!
I've been here for ten years...
I myself will serve you! .. "-
Kit Ivana begs
He sighs bitterly.
"Okay, okay, whale fish!" -
Our Ivan shouts to him.
Here the horse under him huddled,
Jump ashore - and set off,
You can only see how the sand
Curls in a swirl at the feet.

Whether they go close, far,
Are they going low or high
And did you see anyone
I know nothing.
Soon the tale is told
The thing is messy.
Only, brothers, I found out
That the horse ran there,
Where (I heard by the side)
Heaven meets earth
Where peasant women spin flax
Distaffs are placed on the sky.

Here Ivan said goodbye to the earth
And found myself in the sky
And rode like a prince
Hat on one side, cheer up.
"Eco marvel! eco marvel!
Our kingdom is at least beautiful, -
Ivan says to the horse.
Among the azure glades, -
And how does it compare with the sky,
So it doesn't fit under the insole.
What is the earth! .. because it
And black and dirty;
Here the earth is blue
And what a light one!
Look, little hunchback
You see, over there, to the east,

It's like a lightning bolt...
Tea, heavenly light...
Something painfully high!" -
So Ivan asked the horse.
"This is the tower of the Tsar Maiden,
Our future queen, -
The hunchback cries out to him,
At night the sun sleeps here
And at midday sometimes
The month enters for rest."

Drive up; at the gate
From the pillars a crystal vault;
All those pillars are curled
Cunningly in golden snakes;
Three stars on top
There are gardens around the tower;
On the silver branches
In gilded cages
The birds of paradise live
The royal songs are sung.
But a tower with towers
Like a city with villages;
And on the tower of stars -
Orthodox Russian cross.

Here the horse enters the yard;
Our Ivan gets off it,
In the tower to the month goes
And he speaks like this:
"Hello, Month Mesyatsovich!
I am Ivanushka Petrovich,
From distant sides
And brought you a bow. "-
"Sit down, Ivanushka Petrovich, -
Said Month Mesyatsovich, -
And tell me the blame
To our bright country
Your parish from the earth;
What people are you from?
How did you get into this region, -
Tell me everything, don't hide it,
"I came from the earth Zemlyanskaya,
From a Christian country,
Says, sitting down, Ivan, -
moved okian
With an order from the queen -
Bow to the bright tower
And say like this, wait:
"You tell my dear:
Her daughter wants to know
Why is she hiding
Three nights, three days
Some kind of face from me;
And why is my brother red
Wrapped up in the dark rainy
And in the misty sky
Will not send a beam to me?"
So, say? - Craftswoman
Speak red queen;

Do not remember everything in full,
What did she say to me."
"What kind of queen?" -
"This, you know, is the Tsar Maiden." -
"King-maiden? .. So she,
What, you've been taken away?"
Month Mesyatsovich cried out.
And Ivanushka Petrovich
He says: "I know, me!
You see, I am a royal stirrup;
Well, so the king sent me,
For me to deliver
Three weeks to the palace;
And not me, father,
He threatened to put me on a stake."
The moon wept with joy
Well Ivan hug,
Kiss and have mercy.
"Ah, Ivanushka Petrovich! -
Said Month Mesyatsovich. -
You brought the news
I don't know what to count!
And how we grieved
What lost the princess! ..
That's why, you see, I
Three nights, three days
I walked in a dark cloud
Everyone was sad and sad
Didn't sleep for three days.
I did not take a crumb of bread,
That's why my son is red
Wrapped up in the darkness of the rainy,
The ray extinguished its hot,
The world of God did not shine:

Everyone was sad, you see, for my sister,
To that red Tsar-maiden.
What, is she well?
Aren't you sad, aren't you sick?"
"Everyone would seem to be a beauty,
Yes, she seems to be dry:
Well, like a match, listen, thin,
Tea, three inches in girth;
Here's how to get married
So I suppose it will get fat:
The king, listen, will marry her."
The moon cried out: "Ah, the villain!

I decided to marry at seventy
On a young girl!
Yes, I stand strong in that -
He will sit as a groom!
You see what the old horse-radish started:
He wants to reap where he did not sow!
It’s full, it’s become a pain in the ass!”
Then Ivan said again:
"There is still a request for you,
It's about whale forgiveness...
There is, you see, the sea; wonder whale
Across it lies:
All sides are pitted
Palisades driven into the ribs ...
He, the poor man, begged me,
For me to ask you:
Will the pain end soon?
How to find forgiveness for him?
And what is he doing here?"
The clear moon says:
"He bears torment for that,
What is without God's command
Swallowed among the seas
Three dozen ships.
If he gives them freedom,
God will take away his misfortune,
In a moment all wounds will heal,
He will reward you with a long life."

Then Ivanushka got up,
I said goodbye to the bright month,
He hugged his neck tightly
Kissed him three times on the cheeks.
"Well, Ivanushka Petrovich! -
Said Month Mesyatsovich. -
thank you
For my son and for myself.
Take the blessing
Our daughter in comfort
And tell my dear:
"Your mother is always with you;
Full of crying and crashing:
Soon your sadness will be solved, -
And not old, with a beard,
A handsome young man
He will lead you to hell."
Well, goodbye! God be with you!"
Bowing as best he could
Ivan sat on a skate here,
He whistled like a noble knight,
And set off on the return journey.

The next day our Ivan
Again came to the okian.
Here the skate runs along the whale,
Hooves pound on bones.
Miracle Yudo whale fish
So, sighing, he says:

"What, fathers, is my petition?
Will I get forgiveness?"
"Wait a minute, whale fish!" -
Here the horse screams at him.

Here he comes running to the village,
He calls men to himself,
Black mane shakes
And he speaks like this:
"Hey, listen, laymen,
Orthodox Christians!
If none of you wants
To the waterman sit down in order,
Get the hell out of here.
This is where a miracle happens:
The sea boils strongly
The whale fish will turn ... "
Here the peasants and the laity,
Orthodox Christians,
They shouted: "Be in trouble!"
And they went home.
All carts were collected;
In them, without delay, they put
All that was belly
And left the whale.
Morning meets noon
And in the village there is no more
Not a single living soul
As if Mamai was going to war!

Here the horse runs on its tail,
Close to feathers
And that urine is screaming:
"Miracle Yudo whale fish!
That's why your suffering
What is without God's command
You swallowed in the middle of the seas
Three dozen ships.
If you give them freedom
God will take away your misfortune
In a moment all wounds will heal,
He will reward you with a long life."
And, having finished such a speech,
Bitten a steel bridle,
I strained - and in an instant
Jump to the distant shore.

The miracle whale moved
As if the hill turned
The sea began to stir
And from the jaws to throw
Ships after ships
With sails and rowers.

There was such a noise
That the king of the sea woke up:
They fired copper cannons,
They blew into forged pipes;
The white sail has risen
The flag on the mast has developed;
Pop with all the officials
He sang prayers on deck;

A merry row of rowers
Ran a song in the air:
"Like on the sea, on the sea,
Along the wide expanse
What is on the very edge of the earth,
Ships are leaving...

The waves of the sea rolled
The ships disappeared from sight.
Miracle Yudo whale fish
Screaming in a loud voice
Mouth wide open,
Breaking the waves with a splash:
"What can I do for you guys?
What is the reward for service?
Do you need flowery shells?
Do you need golden fish?
Do you need large pearls?
Ready to get everything for you!" -
"No, whale-fish, we are rewarded
You don't need anything -
Ivan tells him
Better get us a ring -
Ring, you know, Tsar-girls,
Our future queen." -
"Okay, okay! For a friend
And an earring!
I will find until dawn
Ring of the red Tsar-maiden "-

Keith replied to Ivan
And, like a key, fell to the bottom.

Here he strikes with a splash,
Calls with a loud voice
Sturgeon all the people
And he speaks like this:
"You reach for the lightning
Ring of the red Tsar Maiden,
Hidden in a drawer at the bottom.
Who will deliver it to me
I will reward him with the rank:
Will be a thoughtful nobleman.
If my smart order
Do not fulfill ... I will!
Sturgeon bowed here
And they left in good order.

In a few hours
Two white sturgeons
To the whale slowly swam
And humbly said:
"Great king! do not be angry!
We are all the sea, it seems
Came out and dug
But the sign was not opened.

Only ruff one of us
I would do your order.
He walks all the seas
So, it’s true, the ring knows;
But, as if to spite him,
It's gone somewhere."
"Find it in a minute
And send to my cabin!" -
Keith screamed angrily
And shook his mustache.

The sturgeons here bowed,
They started running to the Zemstvo court
And they ordered at the same time
From a whale to write a decree
To send messengers soon
And that ruff was caught.
Bream, heard this order,
Nominal wrote a decree;
Som (he was called an adviser)
Signed under the decree;
Black cancer decree folded
And attached the seal.
Two dolphins were called here
And, having given the decree, they said,
So that, on behalf of the king,
Ran all the seas
And that ruff-reveler,
Screamer and bully
Wherever found,
They brought him to the emperor.

Here the dolphins bowed
And the ruff set off to look.

They are looking for an hour in the seas,
They are looking for an hour in the rivers,
All the lakes came out
All the straits have crossed

Couldn't find a ruff
And returned back
Almost crying from sadness...

Suddenly the dolphins heard
Somewhere in a small pond
A cry unheard in the water.
Dolphins wrapped in the pond
And dived to the bottom of it, -
Look: in the pond, under the reeds,
Ruff fights with carp.
"Quiet! Damn you!
Look, what a sodom they raised,
Like important fighters!" -
The messengers shouted to them.
"Well, what do you care? -
Ruff shouts boldly to the dolphins. -
I don't like to joke
I'll kill them all at once!"
"Oh, you eternal reveler
And a screamer and a bully!
All would be, rubbish, you walk,
Everyone would fight and scream.
At home - no, you can’t sit still! ..
Well, what to dress up with you, -
Here's the king's decree
So that you swim to him immediately.

Here are the dolphins
Grabbed by the bristles
And we went back.
Ruff, well, tear and shout:
"Be merciful, brothers!
Let's have a little fight.
Damn that crucian
Carried me yesterday
With an honest meeting with all
Unsimilar different abuse ... "
For a long time the ruff was still screaming,
Finally, he fell silent;
A prankster dolphins
Everyone dragged by the bristles,
Saying nothing
And they appeared before the king.

"Why haven't you been here for a long time?
Where are you, son of the enemy, staggering?"
Keith screamed in anger.
Ruff fell on his knees
And, confessing to the crime,
He prayed for forgiveness.
"Well, God will forgive you! -
Keith sovereign says. -
But for that your forgiveness
You obey the command."

"Glad to try, wonder whale!" -
Ruff squeaks on his knees.
"You walk on all the seas,
So, right, you know the ring
Tsar-girls?" - "How not to know!
We can find it together."
"So hurry up
Yes, look for him quicker!"

Here, bowing to the king,
Ruff went, bent over, out.
I quarreled with the royal household,
Behind the roach

And six salakushki
He broke his nose on the way.
Having done such a thing,
He boldly rushed into the pool
And in the underwater depth
Dug a box at the bottom -
Pud at least a hundred.
"Oh, it's not easy here!"
And come on from all the seas
Ruff to call herring to him.

Herring gathered in spirit
They began to drag the chest,
Only heard and everything -
"Whoo!" yeah "oh-oh-oh!"
But no matter how hard they shouted,
Stomach just torn
And the damned chest
Didn't give even an inch.
"Real herrings!
You would have a whip instead of vodka!" -
Shouted ruff with all my heart
And dived for sturgeons.

Sturgeons come here
And raise without a cry
Buried firmly in the sand
With a ring, a red chest.

"Well, guys, look,
You are now swimming to the king,
I'm going to the bottom now
Let me rest a little.
Something overcomes sleep
So he closes his eyes..."
Sturgeons swim to the king,
Ruff-reveler right into the pond
(From which the dolphins
dragged away by the bristles),
Tea, fight with crucian, -
I don't know about that.
But now we say goodbye to him
Let's go back to Ivan.

Quiet ocean-ocyan.
Ivan sits on the sand
Waiting for a whale from the blue of the sea
And purrs with grief;
Falling down on the sand
The faithful hunchback is dozing.
The time was drawing to a close;
Now the sun has gone down;
Silent flame of grief
The dawn unfolded.
But the whale was not there.
"To those, the thief, crushed!
Look, what a sea devil! -
Ivan says to himself. -
Promised until dawn
Take out the ring of the Tsar Maiden,
And so far I have not found
Cursed toothbrush!
And the sun has set
And..." Then the sea began to boil:
A miracle whale appeared
And to Ivan he says:
"For your beneficence
I kept my promise."
With this word chest
I blurted out tightly on the sand,
Only the shore swayed.
"Well, now I got even.
If I force myself again,
call me again;
Your beneficence
Don't forget me... Goodbye!"
Here the miracle whale fell silent
And, splashing, fell to the bottom.

The humpbacked horse woke up,
He got up on his paws, brushed himself off,
I looked at Ivanushka
And jumped four times.
"Ah yes, Kit Kitovich! Nice!
He paid off his debt!
Well, thank you, whale fish! -
The humpbacked horse is screaming. -
Well, master, get dressed,
Go on the path;
Three days have already passed:
Tomorrow is urgent.
Tea, the old man is already dying."
Here Vanyusha answers:
"I would be glad to raise with joy,
Why, do not take strength!
The chest is painfully dense,
Tea, there are five hundred devils in it
The damned whale planted.
I have already raised it three times;
It's such a terrible burden!"
There is a skate, not answering,
He lifted the box with his foot,
Like a pebble
And waved it around his neck.
"Well, Ivan, sit down quickly!
Remember, tomorrow is the deadline
And the way back is long."

Became the fourth day to stare.
Our Ivan is already in the capital.
The king runs towards him from the porch.
"What is my ring?" - screams.
Here Ivan gets off the skate
And proudly replies:
"Here's your chest!
Yes, let's call the regiment:
The chest is small at least in appearance,
And crush the devil."
The king immediately called the archers
And immediately ordered
Take the chest to the light room,
He himself went to the Tsar Maiden.
"Your ring, soul, is found, -
He said softly,
And now, say again
There is no obstacle
Tomorrow morning, my light,
Marry me with you.
But don't you want, my friend,
To see your ring?
He lies in my palace."
The Queen Maiden says:
"I know, I know! But, to be honest,
We can't get married yet."
"Why, my light?
I love you with my soul;
Me, forgive me my courage,
Fear of getting married.
If you ... then I will die
Tomorrow, with grief in the morning.
Have pity, mother queen!"
The girl tells him:

"But look, you're gray;
I am only fifteen years old.
How can we get married?
All the kings will start laughing
Grandfather, they will say, took it to his grandson!
The king shouted in anger:
"Let them just laugh -
I just roll up:
I will fill all their kingdoms!
I will eradicate their entire race!"
"Let them not laugh,
We can't all get married, -
Flowers do not grow in winter:
I'm beautiful, and you?
What can you brag about?"
The girl tells him.
"Though I'm old, but I'm daring! -
The king answered the queen. -
How can I get a little
At least I'll show it to someone
A cheeky young man.
Well, what do we need in that?
If only we could get married."
The girl tells him:
"And such a need,
That I will never go out
For the bad, for the gray-haired,
For such a toothless one!"
The king scratched his head
And, frowning, he said:
"What am I to do, queen?
Fear of wanting to get married;
You, exactly in trouble:
I won't go, I won't go!"

"I will not go for the gray-haired one, -
The king-maiden speaks again. -
Become, as before, well done,
I'll get married right away."
"Remember, mother queen,
For one cannot be reborn;
God alone creates a miracle."
The Queen Maiden says:
"If you don't feel sorry for yourself,
You will be younger again.
Listen: tomorrow at dawn
In the wide yard
You must force the servants
Three large boilers to put
And put fires under them.
The first one must be poured
To the brim with cold water,
And the second - boiled water,
And the last - milk,
Boiling it with a key.
Here, if you want to marry
And become handsome, -
You are without a dress, light,
Bathe in milk;
Stay here in boiled water,
And then in the cold room,
And I'll tell you father
You will be a noble fellow!"

The king did not say a word
He immediately called a stirrup.

"What, again on the okian? -
Ivan speaks to the Tsar. -
No, no, your grace!
And then everything went wrong in me.
I'm not going for anything!"
"No, Ivanushka, that's not it.
Tomorrow I want to force
Put boilers in the yard
And put fires under them.
First I think to pour
To the brim with cold water,
And the second - boiled water,

And the last - milk,
Boiling it with a key.
You must try
Tryouts for a swim
In these three large cauldrons,
In milk and in two waters." -
"Look, where does it come from! -
Ivan's speech starts here.
Only pigs spit
Yes, turkeys, yes chickens;
Look, I'm not a pig
Not a turkey, not a chicken.
Here in the cold, so it is
You could swim
And how will you cook,
So don't lure me.
Full, king, cunning, wise
Yes, see Ivan off!"
King, shake your beard:
"What? I dress up with you! -
He screamed. - But look!
If you are at dawn
Do not obey the command -
I will give you torment
I will order you to torture
Break into pieces.
Get out of here, evil pain!"
Here Ivanushka, sobbing,
Wandered into the hayloft,
Where his horse lay.

"What, Ivanushka, sad?
What did you hang your head on? -
The skate tells him. -
Tea, our old fiance
Did you throw it away again?"
Ivan fell to the skate on the neck,
Hugged and kissed.
"Oh, trouble, skate! - He said. -
The king completely sells me;
Think for yourself, it makes
Bathe me in cauldrons
In milk and in two waters:
As in one cold water,
And in another boiled water,
Milk, listen, boiling water.
The horse tells him:
"What a service, what a service!
This is where all my friendship comes in.
How can you not say:
It would be better for us not to take a pen;
From him, from the villain,
So much trouble for you...
Well, don't cry, God be with you!
Let's deal with trouble somehow.
And I'd rather die myself
Than I will leave you, Ivan.
Listen: tomorrow at dawn,
In those days, as in the yard
You undress like you should
You tell the king: "Is it not possible,
Your grace, order
Send the hunchback to me
To say goodbye to him."
The king will agree to this.

This is how I wag my tail
I dip my muzzle into those boilers,
I'll jump on you twice
I whistle with a loud whistle,
You, look, do not yawn:
Dive into the milk first
Here in a cauldron of boiled water,
And from there in the cold room.
Now pray
Go to sleep peacefully."

The next day, early in the morning,
Ivan's horse woke up:
"Hey, master, sleep well!
Time to serve."
Here Vanyusha scratched himself,
Stretched and got up
Prayed on the fence
And he went to the king's courtyard.

The cauldrons were already boiling there;
Sitting next to them
Coachmen and cooks
And servants of the court;

Firewood diligently added,
They talked about Ivan
Silently among themselves
And laughed at times.

So the doors opened;
The king and queen appeared
And prepared from the porch
Look at the daredevil.
"Well, Vanyusha, undress
And in boilers, brother, swim!" -
Tsar Ivan shouted.
Then Ivan took off his clothes,
Answering nothing.
And the young queen
To avoid seeing nakedness
Wrapped up in a veil.
Here Ivan went up to the boilers,
He looked at them - and itched.
"What are you, Vanyusha, become? -
The king called out to him again. -
Do what you must, brother!
Ivan says: "Is it not possible,
Your grace, order
Send the hunchback to me.
I would say goodbye to him for the last time."
The king, thinking, agreed
And deigned to order
Send the hunchback to him.
Here the servant brings the horse
And he goes to the side.

Here the horse wagged its tail,
I dipped my muzzle into those boilers,
I jumped at Ivan twice,
He whistled loudly.
Ivan looked at the horse
And immediately dived into the cauldron,
Here in the other, there in the third too,
And he became so handsome
What can not be said in a fairy tale
Do not write with a pen!
Here he is dressed up in a dress,
The king-maiden bowed,
Looked around, cheering
With an air of importance, like a prince.

"Eco marvel! - everyone shouted. -
We have not even heard
To help you get better!"

The king ordered himself to undress,
Crossed himself twice
Boom in the boiler - and there it was cooked!

The king-maiden rises here,
Gives a sign to silence
The bedspread lifts
And to the servants broadcasts:
"The king told you to live long!
I want to be queen.
Do I love you? Answer!
If you love, then admit
The sorcerer of everything
And my wife!"
Here the queen fell silent,
She pointed to Ivan.

"Lyuba, lyuba!" - everyone shouts. -
Even to hell for you!
For your sake of talent
We recognize Tsar Ivan!"
The king takes the queen here,
Leads to the church of God
And with a young bride
He goes round and round.

Cannons fire from the fortress;
They blow into forged pipes;
All cellars open
Barrels of fryazhskoy put up,
And drunk people
What is the urine tearing:
"Hello, our king and queen!
With the beautiful Tsar Maiden!"

In the palace, a feast is a mountain:
Wines flow there like a river;
At oak tables
Boyars drink with princes.
Heart love! I was there,
I drank honey, wine and beer;
Though it ran along the mustache,
Not a drop got into my mouth.

The Little Humpbacked Horse summary

Once upon a time there was a peasant who had 3 sons, Danilo - smart, Gavrilo - "this way and that", the youngest - Ivan the Fool. The brothers noticed that crops were disappearing in the field where they grow millet. They decided to take turns on duty at night. During his shift, Ivan saw a white mare with a golden mane in the field, jumped on her and galloped. The mare promises Ivan to give birth to three horses, two handsome men and one with a humpback on her back, in exchange for her freedom. Ivan agrees, but the mare warns him that he can sell two horses, and he must keep the third one, he will help out in difficult times. Three days later, the mare fulfilled her promise.

One day the older brothers saw two horses, took them away and sold them. The little humpbacked horse told the owner about what had happened, Ivan was sad, jumped on the horse and caught up with the brothers, but Ivan had mercy on them and, deciding to sell the horses, went with them to the city.
At night, they saw a light and sent Ivan to reconnaissance. Ivan sees - a wonderful light flows around, but does not warm, does not smoke. Horse says that this is the feather of the Firebird, which brings misfortune. But Ivan does not listen to the skate, and hides the feather under his hat.

At the fair, the mayor immediately noticed the horses and persuaded the king to buy handsome men. However, on the way to the palace, the horses turn around and run back to Ivan. Seeing this, the tsar arranges for Ivan to work in the palace - the manager of the stables.
The evil sleeping bag wants to get rid of Ivan at all costs, but sees that the horses are groomed and fed. At night, he secretly sneaks into the stable and sees: Ivan takes out the feather of the Firebird, and illuminating the room with it, cleans and cleans the horses and goes to bed. The sleeping bag steals the pen and reports everything to the king. In the morning, the tsar calls Ivan to him and demands to catch the Firebird for him. Ivan, not knowing what to do, returns to the horse and cries, but the hunchback promises to help him.

Ivan takes millet and overseas wine and rides on a hunchback for a miracle bird. They travel for a long time, and finally they come to a forest, in the middle of which is a mountain of silver. Firebirds fly to the stream near the mountain. Ivan poured grain and poured wine into one trough, and hid himself in the second. As soon as the Firebird flew up, Ivan immediately grabbed it. Joyful, Ivan returns to the palace and delivers his order to the king, for which the king promotes Ivan to the royal stirrup.

The sleeper is jealous of Ivan and finds a new way to drive him out of the palace: he tells the king that he saw the Tsar Maiden on a golden boat on the ocean shore. The Tsar immediately sends Ivan in search of the daughter of the Month. And again the skate is taken to help the owner.
Upon arrival, Ivan lays out the tent, covers the tablecloth with sweets, waits for the princess to come to the covered meadow, grabs it and brings it to the king. The king immediately falls in love with the beauty and invites her to marry him. However, the Tsar Maiden says that first he must get her ring from the bottom of the ocean. And again, Ivan and the Humpbacked Horse set off on their journey to fulfill the king's command.

They see - a whale fish lies in the ocean, a boron rustles on its tail, the village is not on its back. Ivan recalls that the girl asked him to bow to the Month on her behalf and goes to the mansions of the beauty. Also, the Month, having learned from Ivan about the suffering of the whale, tells him a terrible secret: many years ago he swallowed as many as three dozen ships, if he releases them, he will receive forgiveness and be able to return to the sea.

A grateful whale helps to get the ring, and Ivan brings it to the tsar.

The girl says that the king is too old for her, but she knows how to rejuvenate him: the king must bathe in three cauldrons - with hot milk, boiled water and cold water. The tsar is afraid and sends Ivan to be the first to pass this test.
Ivan, realizing that he is in danger of death, closes his eyes and jumps into the cauldron and suddenly realizes that here, too, the Little Humpbacked Horse helped him out - he blew into the cauldron of milk, dipped his muzzle in boiling water, waved his tail over the icy water - and Ivan came out whole and unscathed. The tsar, looking at Ivan, jumped into the cauldron and scalded himself in the first one. The people choose the brave Ivan as king, and the maiden as queen, and arrange a wedding feast for them.

On April 3, 1930, former German chancellor Helmut Kohl was born. He is called the "war elephant" who brought Germany out of the crisis, united the country and created the European Union. He was a good friend of Gorbachev and Yeltsin, but miscalculated with Angela Merkel.

Child of conservatism

As they say, values are instilled in childhood. And so it happened in the life of Helmut Kohl. His father, Johann Kaspar Kohl, was a typical representative of that interwar generation of German officials, which most of all characterized excellent diligence, an incorruptible sense of duty. He started as a simple peasant, distinguished himself during the First World War, and in 1918 joined the Bavarian financial department. Both parents were religious and old school - they were alien to the new values of post-war Germany, National Socialism. They regularly went to church, and gave their votes to the conservative Center Party. The ideological views prevailing in the family had a direct impact on Helmut's future career. Subsequently, he led the Christian Democratic Union (CDU), the successor to the Center Party. His father's stories about the First World War played their role: “My father's stories about the war,” he recalls, “are deeply embedded in my memory. I remember being among those high school students who tore out border posts in Alsace, targets European songs that spoke of brotherhood, and exclaimed: “This is Europe!” Having become chancellor, Kohl will again pull out border pillars, but already "in an adult way." He will be called the "Bismarck of the 20th century" for the unification of Germany, and after that "the godfather of a united Europe."

"Chancellor of German Unity"

The prospect of uniting Germany, divided into two unequal parts, appeared on the horizon in the 80s, when Kohl was already in the chair of the Federal Chancellor of the Federal Republic of Germany. Two main factors contributed to this: certain economic successes of the Helmut government, achieved by limiting state intervention in the economy and reducing taxes; and, of course, the unexpected "perestroika" in the USSR, which also unexpectedly led to the fall of the Berlin Wall. The unification happened so rapidly that its opponents did not even have time to gather arguments against it. Most of the issues were resolved during negotiations "without ties" in Stavropol, so dear to Mikhail Sergeevich. The meetings miraculously ended with Gorbachev himself finally taking it upon himself to persuade the rest of Europe to agree to the unification of Germany. What did he ask for such concessions? Authoritative expert Valentin Falin, who under Gorbachev headed the International Department of the Central Committee of the CPSU, conveys the following dialogue with Mikhail Sergeyevich: I told Gorbachev: “We have every opportunity to achieve the status of a nuclear-free territory for Germany and prevent NATO expansion to the east.” Him: "I'm afraid the train has already left." In fact, he told Helmut: "Give us 4.5 billion marks to feed the people." And that's all. He didn’t even write off the debts of the Soviet Union to both Germanys, although our property in the GDR alone was worth about a trillion!” They say that Kohl even choked when he heard the figure, the father of perestroika clearly sold cheap. A year later, he had to travel around Europe in search of material assistance for his country, which was on the verge of a humanitarian catastrophe.

European house builder

Gray Cardinal Schäuble

As if in the best traditions of the historical genre, next to the "war elephant" Helmut Kohl was always his loyal and tireless squire, the head of the department of the Federal Chancellor, Minister Wolfgang Schäuble. They were more than associates, they were friends. Kohl stood in tears near Schäuble's bed after the assassination attempt on Wolfgang during his election speech on October 12, 1990. Helmut made it clear more than once that he did not see himself any other successor, and all his contemporaries noted the role of Schäuble in Kohl's entire political course. They worked together for 16 years. Schäuble, along with Kohl, united Germany, created a project for a united Europe, but remained "the architect of Europe in the shadows." He was nicknamed "the gray eminence of German politics."
In 1994, the long friendship of the two associates cracked. Having previously promised to nominate Schäuble as a new candidate for chancellor, Kohl changed his mind at the last moment and went to the parliamentary elections himself. The conflict occurred during the introduction of the euro. According to Kohl, if another politician had taken the post of chancellor at that moment, the initiative would have been postponed for sure: “There is no doubt that Schäuble is a very gifted person, but the scale of this task became unbearable for a beginner. We needed a person who would put pressure on him with his authority.” Then Wolfgang swallowed his resentment. But two years later, Kohl hid from him, who holds the post of Minister of Finance of the CDU, the receipt of two million marks of undeclared funds. Schäuble admitted that he received the money in cash in an envelope, but, as expected, handed it over to the party treasurer. As a result, both suffered because of the conflict. The friendship between Wolfgang and Helmut came to an end. “A tragedy of Shakespearean proportions,” Hans-Christian Ströbele, a deputy from the Greens faction, called it that.

Private-public

A successful person is made not only by his exceptional qualities, but also by a good team. Kohl knew how to pick up people, to set up loyally not only supporters, but also opponents. What was the secret of his success? Just a "personal approach". Psychologists note that this person created his team with the help of a psychological “pendulum” system, making all party members connected to each other. Kohl is great at making contact with people. Everyone who has said at least two words with him begins to feel, if not important, but still a person, a member of a huge team that does one common thing. By the way, the researcher Vyatkin G., claims that the personal element was a kind of highlight in the speeches of the Chancellor. Kohl often and skillfully brought it into his public speeches, gave examples from life. In this way, he created an "informal setting" and an attitude of belonging. For example, in discussing the unification of Europe, he delved into memories of how, in childhood, together with the rest of the boys, he “created” a united Europe, pulling out the border posts from Alsace. Speaking about peace and stability, he inadvertently remembered that his wife had to change her place of residence 13 times because of the war as a child. "Personal principle" Kohl used everywhere. Among his entourage there was mutual responsibility - if you want to be helped, promise to help others. Helmut Kohl did not forget the failures. He once said, alluding to his excellent memory and enemies: "If I were vindictive, then my telephone book would resemble the Berlin telephone directory." He has a really huge phone book.

Corrupt?

A high-profile case overshadowed the end of Helmut Kohl's career. He turned out to be a defendant in the case of "black cash" - anonymous donations to the party treasury. Referring to his word, ex-Chancellor Kohl refused to name the donors. As a result, the CDU had to pay a multi-million dollar fine, and Kolya left the post of honorary chairman of the party.
And so they closed the case, which left a dark stain on the impeccable reputation of the German chancellor, the unifier of Germany. Was he really involved in corruption? In general, in the history of the CDU, these are not the first "black cash desks". In the seventies there was a high-profile parliamentary and judicial proceedings regarding the receipt of secret "subsidies" from the Flick concern. Only then the "donor" and "launderer" was known - it was Flick himself. Helmut Kohl, according to his entourage, never sought personal gain: he did not buy houses and expensive cars, he did not buy shares, he did not save money in banks. He paid for the party's advertising campaigns, if the land organizations of the party had debts, then he paid them from these funds. He cared about the interests of the party, although he always cared about them in such a way that this concern was to his own advantage. This is the whole Kohl. Helmut himself did the last service to his party - he took the blame. No wonder the German media write in connection with his confessions about the last point in the “Kohl era”.

Mediocre caregiver

It is rightly said that fame is expensive, but it is forgotten quickly. So it happened with Kohl, who, despite his excellent relations with his subordinates, was never able to raise a grateful successor for himself, who would fully continue his political course. He himself admitted that the teacher from him was mediocre. Although today two people from his cabinet are in power in Germany - the already mentioned Wolfgang Schäuble and, of course, Angela Merkel, the former protégé of the former chancellor. In 1991, she became the youngest minister in his cabinet, dealing with women and youth issues. It's Kolya. She owes her quick rise to the top of the political Olympus to her powerful political godfather. Many warned him, calling Merkel "a sweet young woman, from whom you just turn your back, you will immediately get a kick in the ass!" And yet it was at the suggestion of Kohl, who stepped down from the leadership of the CDU after the defeat in the 1998 parliamentary elections, that Wolfgang Schaeuble nominated Angela Merkel for the post of general secretary of the party, becoming its chairman himself. But he soon came to regret it. After the 1999 Black Cash scandal, when Helmut took full political responsibility, Angela urged the party to distance itself from Kohl. The CDU followed the call of the Secretary General, and Kohl had no choice but to resign on February 16, 2000. Already on April 10 of the same year, at the party congress in Essen, 96 percent of the delegates cast their votes for the election of Merkel as chairman of the CDU.

The fairy tale begins to tell

Beyond the mountains, beyond the forests
Beyond the wide seas
Against the sky - on the ground
An old man lived in a village.
The old woman has three sons:
The older one was smart,
Middle son and so and so
The younger one was an idiot.
The brothers were sowing wheat
Yes, they were taken to the city-capital:
Know that the capital was
Not far from the village.
They sold wheat
Received money by account
And with a full bag
They were returning home.

In a long time al soon
Woe happened to them:
Someone began to walk in the field
And move the wheat.
The men are so sad
They did not see offspring;
They began to think and guess -
How would a thief peep;
Finally realized to themselves
To stand guard
Save bread at night
Watch out for the evil thief.

That's how it became only dark,
The elder brother began to gather,
He took out the pitchfork and the ax
And went on patrol.
A stormy night has come;
Fear came upon him
And with fears our man
Buried under the canopy.
The night passes, the day comes;
The sentinel descends from the sennik
And dousing yourself with water
He began to knock under the hut:
“Hey you sleepy grouse!
Open the door brother
I got wet in the rain
From head to toe."
The brothers opened the door
The guard was let in
They began to ask him:
Didn't he see something?
The watchman prayed
Right, left bowed
And he cleared his throat and said:
“I didn’t sleep all night;
To my misfortune,
There was a terrible storm:
The rain poured and poured like this,
I wet my shirt all over.
How boring it was!
However, all is well.”
His father praised him:
“You, Danilo, well done!
You are, so to speak, approximately,
Has served me faithfully
That is, being with everything,
He didn't hit his face in the dirt."

It began to get dark again
The middle brother went to get ready;
Took a pitchfork and an ax
And went on patrol.
The cold night has come
Trembling attacked the little one,
The teeth began to dance;
He hit to run -
And all night I went on patrol
At the neighbor's fence.
It was terrible for the young man!
But here's the morning. He to the porch:
"Hey, Sony! What are you sleeping!
Unlock the door for your brother;
There was a terrible frost at night -
Chilled to the stomach."
The brothers opened the door
The guard was let in
They began to ask him:
Didn't he see something?
The watchman prayed
Right, left bowed
And answered through gritted teeth:
"I didn't sleep all night,
Yes to my unfortunate fate
The night was terribly cold
To the hearts of me penetrated;
I rode all night;
It was too awkward...
However, all is well.”
And his father said to him:
"You, Gavrilo, well done!"

It became dark for the third time,
The younger one needs to get together;
He does not lead a mustache
Sings on the stove in the corner
From all the stupid urine:
"Beautiful eyes you are!"
Brothers, blame him
They began to drive in the field,
But, no matter how long they shouted,
Only the voice was lost;
He's out of place. Finally
His father came up to him
Tells him: "Listen,
Run on patrol, Vanyusha;
I'll buy you luboks
I'll give you peas and beans."
Here Ivan gets off the stove,
Malachai puts on his
He puts bread in his bosom,
The guard is on its way.

The night has come; the month rises;
Ivan goes around the field,
looking around,
And sits under a bush;
The stars in the sky are counting
Yes, he eats the edge.
Suddenly, about midnight, the horse neighed ...
Our guard stood up,
Looked under the mitten
And I saw a mare.
The mare was
All white as winter snow
Mane to the ground, golden,
Curled in crayons.
“Ehehe! so that's what
Our thief! .. But, wait,
I can't joke
Together I will sit on your neck.
Look, what a locust!”
And, a moment of improvement,
Runs up to the mare
Enough for a wavy tail
And jumped to her on the ridge -
Only back to front.
young mare,
Glittering furiously,
Serpent's head twisted
And it went off like an arrow.
Curls around over the fields,
Hangs flat over the ditches,
Rushing over the mountains,
Walks on end through the woods,
Wants by force al deceit,
If only to cope with Ivan;
But Ivan himself is not simple -
Holds tightly to the tail.

Finally she got tired.
“Well, Ivan,” she said to him, “
If you could sit
So you own me.
Give me a place to rest
Yes, take care of me
How much do you understand. Yes, look:
Three morning dawns
Set me free
Walk across the open field.
At the end of three days
I give you two horses -
Yes, such as they are today
It never happened at all;
Yes, I also give birth to a horse
Only three inches tall
On the back with two humps
Yes, with arshin ears.
Two horses, if you like, sell,
But don't give up the horse
Not for a belt, not for a hat,
Not for black, listen, grandma.
On the ground and underground
He will be your comrade:
It will keep you warm in winter
In summer it will blow cold;
In hunger, he will treat you with bread,
Drink honey when thirsty.
I'll go out into the field again
Strength to try at will.

“Okay,” Ivan thinks.
And in the shepherd's booth
Drives the mare
The door of the matting closes,
And it just dawned
Goes to the village
Singing a song out loud
"Well done went to Presnya."

Here he comes up on the porch,
That's enough for the ring,
That there is strength knocking on the door,
Almost the roof is falling down
And shouts to the whole market,
It was like there was a fire.
The brothers jumped from the benches,
Stuttering, they shouted:
"Who knocks hard like that?" -
"It's me, Ivan the Fool!"
The brothers opened the door
The fool was let into the hut
And let's scold him, -
How dare he scare them like that!
And our Ivan, without taking off
Neither bast shoes, nor Malakhai,
Sent to the oven
And speaks from there
About the night adventure
Surprise to all ears:
"I didn't sleep all night,
I counted the stars in the sky;
The moon, exactly, also shone, -
I didn't really notice.
Suddenly the devil comes
With a beard and mustache;
Erysipelas like a cat
And the eyes - what are those bowls!
So the devil began to jump
And knock down the grain with a tail.
I can't joke,
And jumped on his neck.
He was already dragging, dragging,
Nearly broke my head.
But I myself am not a mistake,
Hey, he held him like a beetle.
Fought, fought my cunning
And finally pleaded:
"Do not destroy me from the world!
A whole year for you
I promise to live peacefully
Do not trouble the Orthodox."
I, listen, did not measure the words,
Yes, I believed the devil.
Here the narrator paused.
Yawned and dozed off.
Brothers, no matter how angry,
Could not - laughed,
Grabbing by the sides
Over the fool's story.
The old man couldn't help himself.
To not laugh to tears,
Even laugh - so it is
Old people are wrong.

Too much time or too little
Since that night has passed, -
I'm nothing about it
Haven't heard from anyone.
Well, what's the matter with us,
Whether a year or two has flown by,
After all, do not run after them ...
Let's continue the story.
Well, so that's it! Raz Danilo
(On a holiday, I remember, it was),
Stretching green drunk
Got dragged into the booth.
What does he see? - Beautiful
Two golden-maned horses
Yes, a toy skate
Only three inches tall
On the back with two humps
Yes, with yardstick ears.
"Hm! now I know
Why did the fool sleep here! -
Danilo says to himself...
The miracle at once broke the hops;
Here Danilo runs into the house
And Gabriel says:
"Look how beautiful
Two golden-maned horses
Our fool got himself:
You didn't even hear it."
And Danilo da Gavrilo,
What was in the legs of their urine,
Straight through the nettle
So they blow barefoot.

Stumbling three times
Fixing both eyes
Rubbing here and there
Brothers enter to two horses.
The horses neighed and snored,
Eyes were burning like a yacht;
Rings curled into crayons,
The tail flowed golden,
And diamond hooves
Studded with large pearls.
It's worth watching!
Only the king would sit on them.
The brothers looked at them like that,
Which is a little off the mark.
“Where did he get them? -
The senior middle man said, -
But it's been talked about for a long time
That only fools are given a treasure,
At least break your forehead
So you won't knock out two rubles.
Well, Gavrilo, that week
Let's take them to the capital;
We will sell the boyars there,
Let's split the money.
And with money, you know
And drink and walk
Just hit the bag.
And good fool
It won't take a guess
Where are his horses staying?
Let them look here and there.
Well, buddy, shake hands!
The brothers agreed
Embraced, crossed
And returned home
Talking among ourselves
About horses, and about the feast,
And about a wonderful animal.

Time rolls by,
Hour after hour, day after day,
And for the first week
The brothers are going to the city-capital,
To sell your goods there
And at the pier to find out
Did they come with ships
Germans in the city for canvases
And will Tsar Saltan come
Shame on Christians?
Here they prayed to the icons,
Father was blessed
They took two horses secretly
And they set off in silence.

Evening made its way to night;
Ivan got ready for the night;
Walking down the street
He eats a piece of bread and sings.
Here he reaches the field,
Hands propped up at the sides
And with a touch, like a pan,
Sideways enters the booth.
Everything was still standing
But the horses were gone;
Only a humpbacked toy
His legs were spinning
Clapped with joy ears
Yes, he danced with his feet.
How Ivan will howl here,
Leaning on the farce:
“Oh you, horses of the bora-siwa,
Good golden-maned horses!
I did not caress you, friends.
What the hell stole you?
To the abyss to him, the dog!
To breathe in the gully!
So that he in the next world
Fall on the bridge!
Oh you, horses of the bora-siwa,
Good golden-maned horses!

Here the horse neighed to him.
“Don’t grieve, Ivan,” he said, “
Great trouble, I do not argue;
But I can help, I'm burning
You don't give a damn:
The horse brothers brought together.
Well, why talk empty,
Be, Ivanushka, in peace.
Hurry up and sit on me
Just know yourself hold on;
Even though I'm small,
Yes, I will change the horse of another:
How do I run and run
So I will overtake the demon.

Here the skate lies before him;
Ivan sits on a skate,
Ears in zagreb takes
What is the lobes roars.
The little humpbacked horse shook himself,
He got up on his paws, startled,
He slammed his mane, snored
And flew like an arrow;
Only dusty clubs
Whirlwind twisted underfoot
And in two moments, if not in a moment,
Our Ivan overtook the thieves.

The brothers, that is, were afraid,
They combed and hesitated.
And Ivan began to shout to them:
“Shame on you, brothers, to steal!
Even though you are smarter Ivana,
Yes, Ivan is more honest than you:
He didn't steal your horses."
The elder, writhing, then said:
“Our dear brother Ivasha!
What to shove is our business!
But take into account
Our unselfish belly.
How much wheat we do not sow,
We have a little daily bread.
And if the harvest is bad,
So at least get into the loop!
Here in such great sadness
Gavrila and I were talking
All last night -
What would help the goryushku?
So and so we decided
Finally, this is how they did it
To sell your skates
At least a thousand rubles.
And thank you, say by the way,
Bring you back -
Red hat with a vertebra
Yes, heeled boots.
Besides, the old man can't
Can't work anymore
But it is necessary to close the century, -
You yourself are a smart person!” -
"Well, if that's the case, then go, -
Ivan says - sell
Golden-maned two horses,
Yes, take me too."
The brothers squinted painfully,
Yes, you can't! agreed.

It began to darken in the sky;
The air began to grow cold;
Here, so that they do not get lost,

Decided to stop.
Under canopies of branches
All horses tied
Brought with a bast basket,
got a little drunk
And go, God willing
Who is into what of them.

Here Danilo suddenly noticed
That the fire lit up in the distance.
He looked at Gabriel
Left eye winked
And, coughing lightly,
Pointing the fire quietly;
Here he scratched his head,
“Oh, how dark! - he said.-
At least a month that way as a joke
Looked at us for a minute,
Everything would be easier. And now,
Right, we are worse than black grouse ...
Wait a minute... It seems to me
What light smoke curls there ...
You see, Avon! .. So it is! ..
That would be a smoke to breed!
It would be a miracle! .. And listen,
Run, brother Vanyusha.
And, to be honest, I have
No flint, no flint."
Danilo himself thinks:
"To crush you there!"
Gavrilo says:
“Who-sing knows what burns!
Kohl villagers stuck -
Remember him, what was his name!

Everything is a waste for a fool
He sits on a skate
Beats in steep sides with legs,
Pulling his hands
Bawling with all his might...
The horse soared, and the trail caught a cold.
“Be with us the power of the cross! -
Then Gavrilo shouted,
Protected by the holy cross. -
What kind of demon is under him!

The flame burns brighter
The hunchback runs faster.
Here he is in front of the fire.
The field shines like during the day;
Wonderful light streams around
But it does not heat, does not smoke,
Ivan was given a diva here:
“What,” he said, “for the devil!
There are five caps in the world,
And there is no heat and smoke; Eco miracle light!”

The horse tells him:
“There is something to marvel at!
Here lies the feather of the Firebird,
But for your happiness
Don't take it.
Many, many restless
Bring it with you." -
"You speak! how not so!” -
The fool grumbles to himself;
And, lifting the feather of the Firebird,
Wrapped it up in rags
Put rags in a hat
And he turned his horse.
Here he comes to the brothers
And to their demand he answers:
"How did I get there?
I saw a burnt stump;
Already over him I fought, fought,
So I almost sat down;
I inflated it for an hour,
No, damn it, it's gone!"
The brothers did not sleep the whole night,
They laughed at Ivan;
And Ivan sat down under the cart,
He snored until morning.

Here they harnessed the horses
And they came to the capital
Became in a row of horses,
Opposite the big chambers.

In that capital there was a custom:
If the mayor does not say -
Buy nothing
Sell nothing.
Here comes mass;
The mayor leaves
In shoes, in a fur hat,
With a hundred city guards.
Next to him rides herald,
Long mustache, bearded;
He blows a golden trumpet,
Cries out in a loud voice:
"Guests! Open the benches
Buy, sell;
And the overseers sit
Near the shops and look
To avoid sodom
No pressure, no pogrom,
And to no freak
Do not deceive the people!
The guests of the shop open,
Baptized people call out:
"Hey, honest gentlemen,
Please visit us here!
How are our containers-bars,
All kinds of goods!
The buyers are coming
Goods are taken from guests;
Guests count money
Yes, the overseers are blinking.

Meanwhile, the city detachment
Comes to the equestrian row;
They look - a crush from the people,
There is no way out, no way in;
So the kishma is teeming,
And laugh and shout.
The mayor was surprised
that the people rejoiced,
And he gave the order to the detachment,
To clear the road.

"Hey, you goddamn barefoot!
Get out of my way! Get out of my way!"
The barbels screamed
And they hit the whips.
Here the people moved
He took off his hats and stepped aside.

Before the eyes of the equestrian row:
Two horses stand in a row
young, crows,
Golden manes curl,
Rings curled into crayons,
The tail flows golden ...
Our old man, no matter how ardent,
He rubbed the back of his head for a long time.
“Wonderful,” he said, “God’s light,
There are no miracles in it!”
The whole squad here bowed,
I marveled at the wise speech.
Meanwhile, the mayor
Punished severely to everyone
Not to buy horses
They didn't yawn, they didn't shout;
That he is going to the yard
Report everything to the king.
And, leaving part of the detachment,
He went to report.

Arrives at the palace
“Have mercy, king-father! -
The mayor exclaims
And the whole body falls. -
They didn't order me to be executed
Tell me to speak!"
The king deigned to say: “Okay,
Speak, but it’s only complicated. ” -
"As best I can, I'll tell you:
I serve as mayor;
Faithfully correct
This position ... "-" I know, I know! -
“Today, having taken a detachment,
I went to the horse range.
Come - the darkness of the people!
Well, no way out, no way in.
What to do here? .. Ordered
Drive the people, so as not to interfere,
And so it happened, the king-hope!
And I went, - and what? ..
In front of me is a row of horses:
Two horses stand in a row
young, crows,
Golden manes curl,
Rings curled into crayons,
The tail flows golden,
And diamond hooves
Studded with large pearls.

Here he entered the horse row.
Everybody fell on their knees
And "hooray!" they shouted at the king.
The king bowed and instantly
Jumping from the wagon as a young man ...
He does not take his eyes off his horses,
Right, left comes to them,
He calls with a word of affection,
Softly hits them on the back,
He pats their neck,
Stroking the golden mane,
And, having seen enough,
He asked turning
To those around him: “Hey guys!
Whose foals are these?
Who is the owner? Ivan is here
Hands on the hips, like a pan,
Because of the brothers performs
And, pouting, he replies:
"This couple, the king, is mine,
And I'm the owner too. -
“Well, I'm buying a couple;
Are you selling?" - "No, I'm changing." -
“What do you take good in exchange?” -
"Two to five caps of silver" -
"So that would be ten."
The king immediately ordered to weigh
And, by your grace,
He gave me an extra five roubles.
The king was generous!

Take the horses to the stables
Ten gray-haired grooms,
All in gold stripes,
All with colored sashes
And with morocco whips.
But dear, as if laughing,
The horses knocked them all off their feet,
All the bridles are torn
And they ran to Ivan.

The king went back
She tells him: "Well, brother,
A pair of ours is not given;
Nothing to do, have to
In the palace to serve you;
You will walk in gold
Dress up in a red dress
Like rolling cheese in butter
All my stable
I give you an order
The royal word is a guarantee.
What do you agree? - “Eka thing!
I will live in the palace
I will walk in gold
Dress up in a red dress
Like rolling cheese in butter
The whole stable factory
The king gives me an order;
That is, I'm from the garden
I will become a royal governor.
Wonderful thing! So be it
I will serve you, king.
Just, mind you, don't fight me
And let me sleep
Otherwise, I was like that!”

But now we'll leave them
Let's have fun with a fairy tale again
Orthodox Christians,
What did our Ivan do,
Being in the service of the king
At the state stable;
How did he get into the neighbors,
How he slept his pen,
How cunningly caught the Firebird,
How he kidnapped the Tsar-maiden,
How he went for the ring
As he was an ambassador in heaven,
How is he in Sunshine Village
Kitu begged for forgiveness;
How, among other things,
He saved thirty ships;
As in the boilers he did not boil,
How handsome he became;
In a word: our speech is about
How did he become king?

continuation

Part two

Soon the fairy tale will tell
not soon the deed is done

The story begins
From Ivan's leprosy,
And from Sivka, and from Burka,
And from the prophetic kaurka.
The goats have gone to the sea;
The mountains are overgrown with forest;
The horse from the golden bridle broke,
Rising straight to the sun;
Forest standing under the foot
On the side are thunder clouds;
The cloud moves and sparkles
Thunder scatters across the sky.
This is a saying: wait,
The story is ahead.
Like on the ocean
And on the island of Buyan
A new coffin stands in the forest,
The girl lies in the coffin;
The nightingale whistles over the coffin;
The black beast prowls in the oak forest.
This is a hint, but -
The story will go on.

Here in five weeks
Began to note the sleeping bag ...
I must say, this sleeping bag
Before Ivan was the boss
Above the stable above all
Of the boyars were reputed to be children;
So no wonder he was angry
I swore at Ivan
Though the abyss, but a stranger
Get out of the palace.
But, hiding deceit,
It's for every occasion
Pretend, rogue, deaf,
short-sighted and dumb;
He himself thinks: "Wait a minute,
I'll move you, you fool!"
So, in five weeks,
The sleeping bag began to notice
That Ivan does not care for horses,
And does not clean, and does not school;
But for all that, two horses
As if only from under the crest:
Washed clean,
Manes are twisted into braids,
The bangs are gathered in a bun,
Wool - well, shines like silk;
In the stalls - fresh wheat,
As if it will be born right there,
And in large vats full
It looks like it's just poured.
“What kind of a parable is this? -
Sleeper thinks, sighing. -
Isn't he walking, wait,
To us a prankster brownie?
Let me watch
And something, so I'm a bullet,
Without blinking, I can merge, -
If only the fool would leave.
I will convey in the royal thought,
That the horseman of the state -
Basurmanin, fortune teller,
Warlock and villain;
That he drives bread and salt with the demon,
Doesn't go to God's church
Catholic holding a cross
And fasting meat eats.
That same evening, this sleeping bag,
The former head of the stables,
Secretly hid in the stalls
And sprinkled with oats.

Here it is midnight.
It hurt in his chest:
He is neither alive nor dead,
He himself creates prayers,
Waiting for a neighbor ... Chu! really,
The doors creaked softly
The horses stomped, and now
An old horseman enters.
The door is locked with a latch,
He carefully takes off his hat,
Puts it on the window
And from that hat he takes
In three wrapped rags
The royal treasure - the feather of the Firebird.
The light shone here
That the sleeping bag almost cried out,
And trembled with fear,
That the oats fell off him.
But the neighbor is unaware!
He puts his pen in the barrel
Start cleaning the horses
Washes, cleans
Weaves long manes,
Sings different songs.
Meanwhile, curled up in a club,
shaking the tooth,
Looks sleeping bag, a little alive,
What is the brownie doing here.
What a devil! Something on purpose
The rogue midnight dressed up:
No horns, no beard
Red-haired guy, at least where!
The hair is smooth, the side of the tape,
On the shirt there are stripes,
Boots like al morocco, -
Well, definitely Ivan.
What a wonder? Looks again
Our eyes on the brownie ...
"Eh! so that's it! - finally
The sly one grumbled to himself. -
Okay, tomorrow the king will know
What is your stupid mind hiding.
Just wait a day
You will remember me!"
And Ivan, not knowing at all,
What's wrong with him
Threatens, everything weaves
Manes in braids yes sings;
And removing them, in both vats
Drawn full honey
And filled up
Beloyarova millet.
Then yawning, the feather of the Firebird
Wrapped up in rags again
Hat under the ear - and lay down
Horses near the hind legs.

The king has just woken up
Our sleeping bag came to him,
He hit his forehead hard on the floor
And then he sang to the king:
"I'm with a guilty head,
The king appeared before you
They didn't order me to be executed
Tell me to speak." -
"Speak without adding, -
The king said to him, yawning,
If you're going to lie
That whip can not be avoided.
Our sleeping bag, gathered with strength,
He says to the king: “Have mercy!
These are the true Christ
Fair is mine, king, denunciation:
Our Ivan, then everyone knows
From you, father, hides,
But not gold, not silver -
Firebird feather ... "-
“Zharoptitsevo?.. Damned!
And he dared, so rich...
Wait, you villain!
You will not pass the lashes! .. "-
“Yes, and what else does he know! -
The sleeping bag continues quietly
Curved. - Welcome!
Let him have a pen;
Yes, and the Firebird
In your, father, light room,
If you wish to give an order,
Boasts of getting it."
And a scammer with this word,
Hunched over with a talovy hoop,
Came up to the bed
Filed a treasure - and again on the floor.

Here they come running to the stable,
The doors are wide open
And the fool's feet
Well, push in all directions.
They fiddled with it for half an hour,
But they didn't wake him up
Finally an ordinary
I woke him up with a broom.
“What kind of people are here? -

Ivan says, getting up. -
How I grab you with a whip,
So you won't be later
No way to wake Ivan!
The nobles say to him:
"The king deigned to order
We'll invite you to him." -
“King? .. Well, okay! I'll get dressed
And immediately I will come to him,
Ivan speaks to the ambassadors.
Here he put on his coat,
Tied up with a girdle,
I thought, I combed my hair,
I attached my whip to the side
Like a duck swam.

Here Ivan appeared to the king,
Bowed, cheered,
Grunted twice and asked:
“Why did you wake me up?”
The king, squinting his left eye,
Shouted to him in anger
Standing up: "Shut up!
You must answer me:
By which decree
You hid from our eyes
Our royal good -
Firebird feather?
What am I - tsar or boyar?
Answer now, Tatar!”
Here Ivan, waving his hand,
He says to the king: “Wait!
I didn’t give those hats, exactly,
How did you find out about it?
What are you - are you a prophet?
Well, what, sit in jail,
Order now at least in sticks, -
No pen, and shabalka! .. "-
“Answer me! I'll shut up!.. "-
“I really say to you:
No pen! Yes, hear where
Should I get such a miracle?
The king jumped out of bed
And the casket with the pen opened.
"What? Do you dare to cross over?
No, don't turn away!
What's this? BUT?" Ivan is here
Trembling like a leaf in a blizzard,
He dropped his hat out of fear.
“What, buddy, is it tight? -
The king spoke. “Wait a minute, brother!”
"Oh, sorry, sorry!
Release the blame to Ivan
I'm not going to lie ahead."
And wrapped in the floor
Stretched out on the floor.
"Well, for the first occasion
I forgive you the guilt -
The Tsar speaks to Ivan. -
God bless me, I'm angry!
And sometimes from hearts
I'll take off the forelock, and with the head.
So, you see, what I am!
But, to say without further words,
I found out that you are the Firebird
In our royal light,
If I wanted to order
You boast to get it.
Well, look, don't deny
And try to get it."
Here Ivan jumped up like a top.
“I didn't say that! -
He screamed, wiping himself. -
Oh, I don't lock myself up
But about the bird, whatever you like,
You are in vain."
King, shake your beard:
"What! Should I line up with you? -
He screamed. - But look!
If you are three weeks
Can't get me the Firebird
In our royal light,
That, I swear by my beard!
You pay me:
Get out, you bastard!" Ivan cried
And went to the hayloft,
Where his horse lay.

The hunchback, he smelled it,
Pulled was dancing;
But when I saw tears
I didn't cry a little myself.
“What, Ivanushka, sad?
What did you hang your head on? -
The skate told him
At his twirling legs, -
Don't hide before me
Tell me everything, what's behind the soul;
I'm ready to help you.
Al, my dear, is he unwell?
Al fell for the lihodey?
Ivan fell to the skate on the neck,
Hugged and kissed.
The king orders to get the Firebird
In the state hall.
What should I do, hunchback?"
The horse tells him:
“The trouble is great, I do not argue;
But I can help, I'm burning.
That's why your trouble
That did not listen to me:
Do you remember, driving to the city-capital,
You found the Firebird's feather;
I told you then:
“Don’t take it, Ivan, it’s a disaster!
Many, many restless
Bring it with you."
Now you know
Did I tell you the truth.
But, to tell you in friendship,
This is a service, not a service;
Service is ahead, brother.
You go to the king now
And tell him openly:
“It is necessary, king, I have two troughs
Beloyarova millet
Yes, overseas wine.
Let's hurry up:
Tomorrow, only shame,
We'll go on a hike."

Here Ivan goes to the king,
Tells him openly:
“We need a king, I have two troughs
Beloyarova millet
Yes, overseas wine.
Let's hurry up:
Tomorrow, only shame,
We'll go on a hike."
The king immediately gives the order,
So that the messengers of the nobles
Everything was found for Ivan,
Called him young
And "happy journey!" said.

Early the next morning,
Ivan's horse woke up:
“Hey! Master! full sleep!
Time to fix things!"
Here Ivanushka got up,
I was going on the path,
I took troughs and millet,
And overseas wine;
dressed warmer,
He sat on his horse,
Pulled out a slice of bread
And went east
Get that Firebird.

They go for a whole week.
Finally, on the eighth day,
They come to the dense forest,
Then the horse said to Ivan:
“You will see a clearing here;
In the glade of that mountain,
All of pure silver;
Here to the dawn
The firebirds are flying
Drink water from a stream;
This is where we'll catch them."
And, having finished the speech to Ivan,
Runs out into the field.
What a field! Greens are here
Like an emerald stone;
The wind blows over her
So it sows sparks;
And the flowers are green
Unspeakable beauty.
And on that glade,
Like a shaft on the ocean
The mountain rises
All pure silver.
Sun with summer rays
Paints all of it with dawns,
Runs in golden folds,
At the top, a candle burns.

Here is a horse on a slope
Climb this mountain
A verst, a friend ran
He stood up and said:
“Soon the night, Ivan, will begin,
And you have to guard.
Well, pour wine into the trough
And mix millet with wine.
And to be closed to you,
You crawl under that trough,
Silently notice
Look, don't yawn.
Before sunrise, listen, lightning
Firebirds will fly here
And they will start pecking millet
Yes, scream in your own way.
You who are closer
And grab it, look!
And you catch a bird-fire -
And shout to the whole market;
I will come to you right away." -
“Well, what if I get burned? -
Ivan says to the horse,
Unfolding your coat. -
You have to take gloves
Tea, the cheat burns painfully.
Here the horse disappeared from the eyes,
And Ivan, groaning, crawled up
Under an oak trough
And lies there like a dead man.

Here at midnight sometimes
The light spilled over the mountain
As if noon is coming:
Firebirds swoop in;
They started running and screaming
And peck millet with wine.
Our Ivan, closed from them,
Watching birds from under the trough
And talks to himself
Spreading like this with your hand:
“Pah, you devilish power!
Ek them, rubbish, rolled!
Tea, there are dozens and five of them here.
If only to imitate everyone -
That would be good!
Needless to say, fear is beautiful!
Everyone has red legs;
And the tails are a real laugh!
Tea, chickens don't have those;
And how much, boy, light -
Like a father's oven!
And, having finished such a speech
By myself, under a loophole
Our Ivan is a snake and a snake
Crawled to millet with wine -
Grab one of the birds by the tail.
"Ouch! Little humpbacked horse!
Come quickly, my friend!
I've caught a bird!" -
So Ivan the Fool shouted.
The hunchback appeared at once.
“Ay, the owner, distinguished himself! -
The skate tells him. -
Well, hurry it into the bag!
Yes, tie tighter;
And put a bag around your neck
We need to go back." -
“No, let me scare the birds! -
Ivan says. - Check this out,
Vish, sat down from the scream!
And grab your bag
Whipping up and down.
sparkling with bright flames,
The whole flock started
Coiled around fiery
And rushed for the clouds.
And our Ivan after them
With your mittens
So he waves and shouts,
As if covered in lye.
The birds are lost in the clouds;
Our travelers have gathered
Laid the royal treasure
And they returned back.

Here we are in the capital.
"What, did you get the Firebird?" -
Tsar Ivanu says
He looks at the sleeping bag.
And that one, something out of boredom,
He bit his hands all over.
"Of course I got it,"
Our Ivan told the Tsar.
"Where is she?" - "Wait a little,
Command a window first
Shut up in the resting place
You know, to create darkness.
Here the nobles ran
And they closed the window
Here is Ivan's bag on the table.
"Come on, grandma, let's go!"
A light like this suddenly spilled out,
That all the people closed their hands.
The king shouts to the whole bazaar:
“Ahti, fathers, fire!
Hey, call the bars!
Fill in! fill it up! -
“This, you hear, is not a fire,
This is the light from the bird-heat, -
Said the hunter, himself with laughter
Tearing. - fun
I brought those, sir!”
The king says to Ivan:
“I love my friend Vanyusha!
You cheered my soul
And for such joy -
Be the royal stirrup!"

Seeing this, a cunning sleeping bag,
The former head of the stables,
He says under his breath:
“No, wait, sucker!
It won't always happen to you
So canal to excel,
I'll let you down again
My friend, in trouble!

Three weeks later
In the evening we sat alone
In the royal kitchen of the cook
And the servants of the court,
Drinking honey from a jug
Yes, read Yeruslan.
“Eh! - one servant said, -
How did I get today
From a neighbor a miracle book!
There are not so many pages in it,
Yes, and there are only five fairy tales,
And fairy tales - to tell you
So you can not be surprised;
You have to be smart about it!”
It's all in the voice: "Have fun!
Tell me brother, tell me!" -
“Well, which one do you want?
Five after all fairy tales; look here:
The first story about a beaver
And the second is about the king,
The third ... God forbid, memory ... for sure!
About the eastern boyar;
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Here in the fourth: Prince Bobyl;
In the fifth ... in the fifth ... oh, I forgot!
The fifth story says...
So in the mind it’s spinning ... "-
"Well, let her go!" - "Wait! .." -
“About the beauty, what is it, what?” -
“Exactly! The fifth says
About the beautiful Tsar Maiden.
Well, which one, friends,
Will I tell you today?" -
"King-maiden! - everyone was screaming. -
We've heard of kings
We are beauties soon!
It's more fun to listen to them."
And the servant, seated importantly,
He began to speak at length:

"At distant German countries
There are guys okiyan
Is it by that okiyanu
Only infidels ride;
From the Orthodox land
Never been
Neither nobles nor laity
On a filthy slope.
There is a rumor from the guests
That the girl lives there;
But the girl is not simple,
Daughter, you see, dear to the Moon,
Yes, and the Sun is her brother.
That girl, they say
Rides in a red coat
In a golden, guys, boat
And a silver oar
He personally rules in it;
Singing different songs
And he plays on the gusels ... "

A sleeping bag here with a lope -
And from both feet
Went to the palace to the king
And just came to him
He hit his forehead hard on the floor
And then he sang to the king:
"I'm with a guilty head,
The king appeared before you
They didn't order me to be executed
Tell me to speak!" -
"Speak the truth, only
And do not lie, look, not at all! -
The king screamed from the bed.
The sly sleeping bag replied:
"We were in the kitchen today
Drinking for your health
And one of the court servants
He amused us with a fairy tale out loud;
This tale says
About the beautiful Tsar Maiden.
Here is your royal stirrup
I swore by my beard,
What does he know about this bird?
So he called the Tsar Maiden, -
And her, if you please know,
Boasts of getting it."
The sleeping bag hit the floor again.
"Hey, call me stremyannov!" -
The king shouted at the messengers.
The sleeping bag here became behind the stove;
And the messengers of the nobles
They ran along Ivan;
Found in a deep sleep
And they brought me in a shirt.

The king began his speech thus: “Listen,
You've been denounced, Vanyusha.
They say that right now
You boasted for us
Find another bird
That is to say, the Tsar-maiden ... "-
“What are you, what are you, God bless you! -
Began the royal stirrup. -
Tea, awake, I'm talking
Threw the piece away.
Yes, cheat yourself, as you like,
And you won't fool me."
King, shake your beard:
"What? Should I line up with you? -
He screamed. - But look,
If you are three weeks
You can't get the Tsar Maiden
In our royal light,
I swear by my beard
You pay me:
To the right - into the grate - to the stake!
Get out, you bastard!" Ivan cried
And went to the hayloft,
Where his horse lay.

“What, Ivanushka, sad?
What did you hang your head on? -
The skate tells him. -
Al, my dear, are you sick?
Al fell for the lihodey?
Ivan fell on the horse's neck,
Hugged and kissed.
"Oh, trouble, horse! - said. -
The king commands in his room
I get it, listen, the Tsar Maiden.
What should I do, hunchback?"
The horse tells him:
“The trouble is great, I do not argue;
But I can help, I'm burning.
That's why your trouble
That didn't listen to me.
But, to tell you in friendship,
This is a service, not a service;
Service everything, brother, ahead!
You go to the king now
And say: "After all, for the capture
It is necessary, king, I have two fly,
Tent embroidered with gold
Yes dinnerware -
All overseas jam -
And sweets to cool off.

Here Ivan goes to the king
And he speaks like this:
"For the princess's capture
It is necessary, king, I have two fly,
Tent embroidered with gold
Yes dinnerware -
All overseas jam -
And sweets to cool down. ”-
"That would be so long ago than not," -
The king from the bed gave the answer
And ordered that the noble
Everything was found for Ivan,
Called him young
And "happy journey!" said.

The next day, early in the morning,
Ivan's horse woke up:
“Hey! Master! full sleep!
Time to fix things!"
Here Ivanushka got up,
I was going on the path,
Took fly and a tent
Yes dinnerware -
All overseas jam -
And sweets for cooling;
Everything in a travel bag with
And tied with a rope
dressed warmer,
He sat on his horse,
Pulled out a slice of bread
And drove east
Is it the Tsar Maiden.

They go for a whole week;
Finally, on the eighth day,
They come to the dense forest.
Then the horse said to Ivan:
“Here is the road to the ocean,
And on it all year round
That beauty lives;
Twice she just gets off
With okiyana and leads
Long day on earth to us.
You'll see for yourself tomorrow."
And, having finished the speech to Ivan,
Runs out to the okiya,
On which the white shaft
Walked alone.
Here Ivan gets off the skate,
And the skate tells him:
"Well, pitch your tent,
Set the device wide
From overseas jam
And sweets to cool off.
Lie down behind the tent
Yes, dare your mind.
You see, the boat flickers over there.
Then the princess swims.
Let her enter the tent,
Let him eat, drink;
Here's how to play the harp -
Know that the time is coming.
You immediately run into the tent,
Grab that princess
And hold her tight
Yes, call me soon.
I'm at your first command
I'll just run to you
And let's go ... Yes, look,
You take a closer look at her
If you sleep her
That way you can't avoid trouble."
Here the horse disappeared from the eyes,
Ivan huddled behind the tent
And let's turn the hole
To see the princess.

Clear noon is coming;
The king-maiden swims up,
Enters the tent with the harp
And sits down at the device.
"Hm! So here is the Tsar Maiden!
As the fairy tales say,
Argues stirrup, -
What is red
Tsar-maiden, so marvelous!
This one isn't pretty at all.
And pale and thin,
Tea, three inches in girth;
And the leg is a leg!
Pah you! Like a chicken!
Let someone love
I won't take it for free."
Here the princess played
And sang so sweetly
That Ivan, not knowing how,
He crouched on his fist;
And under the voice of a quiet, slender
Falls asleep peacefully.

The West was slowly burning down.
Suddenly the horse neighed over him
And, pushing him with a hoof,
He shouted in an angry voice:
“Sleep, my dear, to the star!
Pour out your troubles!
It’s not me they’ll hang on a stake!”
Here Ivanushka cried
And, sobbing, begged
So that the horse forgives him.
"Release the guilt to Ivan,
I won't sleep ahead." -
“Well, God forgive you! -
The hunchback screams at him. -
We'll fix it, maybe
Only, chur, do not fall asleep;
Tomorrow, early in the morning
To the gold-embroidered tent
The girl will sail again -
Drink sweet honey.
If you fall asleep again
You can't take your head off."
Here the horse disappeared again;
And Ivan set off to collect
Sharp stones and nails
From broken ships
In order to prick
If he takes a nap again.

The next day, in the morning,
To the gold-embroidered tent
The king-maiden swims up,
Throws the boat on the shore
Enters the tent with the harp
And sits down at the device ...
Here the princess played
And sang so sweetly
What is Ivanushka again
I wanted to sleep.
"No, wait, you bastard! -
Ivan says, getting up. -
You won't leave all of a sudden
And you won't fool me."
Here Ivan runs into the tent,
A long braid is enough ...
“Oh, run, horse, run!
My little hunchback, help!"
In an instant, a horse appeared to him.
“Oh, the owner, distinguished himself!
Well, sit down quickly!
Hold her tight!"

Here the capital reaches.
The king runs to the princess.
Takes by the white hands
Leads her to the palace
And sits down at the oak table
And under the silk curtain,
Looks into the eyes with tenderness,
Sweet speech says:
"Incomparable girl!
Agree to be a queen!
I barely saw you
He boiled with strong passion.
Your falcon eyes
Won't let me sleep in the middle of the night
And in broad daylight
Oh, they torture me.
Say a kind word!
Everything is ready for the wedding;
Tomorrow morning, my light,
Let's marry you
And let's start to sing along."
And the young princess
Saying nothing
Turned away from the king.
The king was not at all angry,
But he fell in love even more;
On my knees before her,
Gently shook hands
And the balusters began again:
"Speak a kind word!
Why did I upset you?
Ali by what you love?
Oh, my fate is deplorable!
The princess tells him:
"If you want to take me,
Then you deliver to me in three days
My ring is from an okian!” -
“Hey! Call me Ivan! -
The king hurriedly shouted
And I almost ran.

Here Ivan appeared to the king,
The king turned to him
And he said to him: “Ivan!
Go to okyan;
The volume is stored in the okian
Ring, you hear, Tsar-girls.
If you get it for me,
I'll give you everything." -
“I am from the first road
I drag my legs with force -
You're on the okyan again!" -
Ivan speaks to the Tsar.
“How, rogue, do not rush:
See, I want to get married! -
The king shouted in anger
And he pounded his feet. -
Don't deny me
And hurry up and go!”
Here Ivan wanted to go.
"Hey, listen! Along the way -
The queen tells him
Come take a bow
In my emerald tower
Yes, tell my dear:
Her daughter wants to know
Why is she hiding
Three nights, three days
Is your face clear from me?
And why is my brother red
Wrapped up in the dark rainy
And in the misty sky
Will not send a beam to me?
Don't forget!" - "I will remember,
Unless I forget;
Yes, you have to know
Who are the brother, who are the mother,
So that we don’t get lost in our family.”
The queen says to him:
“The moon is my mother. The sun is a brother.
“Yes, look, three days ago!” -
The groom-king added to this.
Here Ivan left the Tsar
And went to the hayloft,
Where his horse lay.

“What, Ivanushka, sad?
What did you hang your head on?" -
The skate tells him.
"Help me, hunchback!
You see, the king decided to marry,
You know, on a thin queen,
So it sends to the okian, -
Ivan says to the horse, -
He gave me only three days;
Feel free to try here
Get the devil's ring!
Yes, she told me to come
This thin queen
Somewhere in the tower to bow
Sun, Moon, moreover
And to ask you something…”
Here is a skate: “To say in friendship,
This is a service, not a service;
Service is all, brother, ahead!
You go to sleep now;
And tomorrow, early in the morning,
We'll go to the okiya."

The next day our Ivan
Taking three onions in his pocket,
dressed warmer,
Sat on his skate
And went on a long journey...
Let me rest, brothers!

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Beyond the mountains, beyond the forests
Beyond the wide seas
Not in heaven, on earth
An old man lived in a village.
The farmer has three sons:
The older one was smart,
Middle son and so and so
The younger one was an idiot.
The brothers sowed wheat
Yes, they were taken to the capital:
Know that the capital was
Not far from the village.
They sold wheat
Received money by account
And, with an empty cart,
They were returning home.

In a long time, al soon,
Woe happened to them:
Someone began to walk in the field,
And mow their wheat.
The men are so sad
Not seen from birth.
They began to think and guess -
How would they catch a thief,
And they decided publicly:
From that night in turn
Protect your lane
Watch out for the evil thief.

It just got dark,
The elder brother began to gather,
I took both the pitchfork and the axe,
And went on patrol.
A stormy night has come;
Fear came upon him
And with fear our man
Fell on the hay.
The night passes; day comes.
The sentinel descends from the sennik,
And went round the hut,
At the door knocks ring.
"Hey! you sleepy grouse!
“Unlock the doors for your brother;
"In the rain I'm all wet
"From head to toe."
The brothers opened the door
The guard was let in
They began to ask him
Didn't he see something?
The sentry prayed
To the right, to the left bowed,
And coughing, he said:
“I didn’t sleep the whole night;
"To my misfortune,
"It was a terrible storm,
“The rain poured and poured like that;
“In the rain I kept walking;
"The truth was I was bored,
"All is well, though."
His father praised him:
“You, Danilo, well done!
"You say something like this,
"Served me faithfully,
“That is, being
"Do not hit the face in the dirt."

It's starting to get dark again
The middle son went to pack
Took a pitchfork and an ax
And went on patrol.
The cold night has come
Anguish fell upon him
Teeth started to dance
He - hit to run,
And all night I went on patrol
At the neighbor's fence.
It's just beginning to light up
At the door he began to knock.
"Hey! you sleepy! what are you sleeping?
“Open the door to your brother;
“It was a terrible frost at night,
"I'm frozen to the bone."
The brothers opened the door
The guard was let in
They began to ask him
Didn't he see something?
The sentry prayed
To the right, to the left bowed,
And answered through gritted teeth:
“I didn’t sleep all night.
"Yes, to my unfortunate fate,
"The night was terribly cold,
“Did you get me to the bone;
"The whole night I rode,
“It was too awkward.
"All is well, though."
And his father said to him:
"You, Gavrilo, well done!"

It became dark for the third time,
The younger one needs to get together;
He does not lead a mustache
Sings on the stove in the corner
From all the stupid urine:
"Beautiful eyes you are."
Brothers well scold him,
They began to send to the field;
But no matter how long they screamed,
Only time wasted;
He's out of place. Finally
His father came up to him
Tells him: "Listen,
“You go on patrol, Vanyusha,
"I'll give you an update,
"I'll give you peas and beans."
Here's a fool getting off the stove,
He puts on his hat on his side,
He puts bread in his bosom,
And he staggers.

The night has come; moon rises
The fool bypasses the field,
looking around,
And sits under a bush
The stars in the sky counts
Yes, it removes the edge.
Suddenly, a horse neighed in the field ....
Our sentry got up,
Looked through the mitten
And I saw a mare.
The mare was
All white as winter snow
The mane is definitely golden,
Curled in small rings.
“Ehehe! so that's what
"Our thief, but wait,
"I can't joke,
“I will sit on your neck at once.
"Look, what a locust!"
And a moment of improvement
Runs up to the mare
Enough for a wavy tail,
And sits on the ridge -
Only backwards.
young mare,
Backward, forward kicking,
Rushed through the fields
Over the mountains and through the forests;
It will jump, then it will clog,
Then suddenly it will turn sharply;
But the fool himself is not simple,
Holds tightly to the tail.
Finally she got tired.
"Well, fool, (he was told)
"If you were able to sit,
“So you own me.
"You take me with you,
"Yes, take care of me,
“As much as you can. Yes, look
"Three morning dawns
"Let me go free
“Walk around the open field.
“Don’t just feed oats, -
“Beloyarov millet;
“Do not sing with lake water,
“But full of honey.
“At the end of three days,
“I give you two horses,
"Yes, such as in the world
“It was not in mind;
"Another third skate,
"Only three inches tall,
"On the back with two humps,
“Yes, with arshin ears.
"You sell the first horses,
"But don't give up the horse,
“Neither for a yacht, nor for gold,
“Not for the royal chamber.
"Look, don't forget:
"Only the horses grow up,
"Don't keep me in bondage
"Let them go to the open field."

Okay, Ivan thinks,
And in the shepherd's booth
Drives the mare
The door of the matting closes,
And it just dawned
Goes to the village
Singing a song out loud:
"Well done went to Presnya."

Here he comes up on the porch,
Here he takes the ring;
That there is strength knocking on the door,
So the roof moves
And shouts to the whole market,
It was like there was a fire.
The brothers jumped from the benches,
Stuttering, they shouted:
"Who knocks hard like that?" -
"It's me! Ivan is a fool! -
The brothers opened the door
The guard was let in
And let's scold him, -
How dare he knock like that.
And our fool, without taking off
Neither bast shoes, nor Malakhai,
Goes to the oven
And speaks from there
About the night adventure
The old man is surprised.
“I didn’t sleep the whole night,
“I counted the stars in the sky;
“The moon shone exactly the same,
“I didn’t really notice.
"Suddenly the devil himself comes,
“With a beard and mustache;
"The face is like a cat's,
“And the eyes - so those spoons.
"He began to walk like wheat
“And let's mow your tail.
"I can't joke,
"And jumping on his neck,
“He already wore, wore,
“So I was exhausted;
"I confessed to my theft,
"And I swore to eat wheat."
Here the narrator paused.
Yawned and dozed off.
Brothers, no matter how angry,
They couldn't, they laughed
Leaning on the sides
Over the fool's story.
The father himself could not resist
To not laugh to tears;
Even laugh, that's how it is
Old people are wrong.

One day brother Danilo
(On a holiday, I remember it was)
Returning from the wedding drunk
Got dragged into the booth.
There he saw beautiful
Two golden-maned horses,
Another third skate
Only three inches tall
On the back with two humps
Yes, with yardstick ears.
“Heh! now I know
"Why did the fool sleep here,
(Tells Danilo to himself)
"Let me tell you about that Gavrila."
Here Danilo runs into the house
And Gabriel says:
"Look how beautiful
"Two golden-maned horses
"Our fool got himself
"You didn't see those."
And Danilo da Gavrilo,
What was in the legs of their urine,
Through the bumps, through the weeds,
They ran to the booth.

The horses neighed and snored;
Eyes were burning like a yacht;
Rings curled into crayons,
The tail is spread golden,
And diamond hooves
Studded with large pearls.
It's worth watching!
Only the Tsar would sit on them!
The brothers looked at them like that,
That almost missed the eye.
“Where did he get them?
(the elder said to the younger)
“But it has long been said
“That everything stupid succeeds;
"Be a smart soul,
“You won’t get even a penny.
“Well, Gavrilo! that week
"Let's take them to the capital,
“We will sell the Boyars there,
“We will share the money together;
“And with money, you know,
"And drink and walk,
“It’s worth slapping the bag.
“And Ivan is a fool
“There won’t be enough guesswork,
“Where his horses are visiting;
“Let them look for them here and there.
“Well, Gavrilo, deal with it! »
The brothers agreed
Embraced, crossed,
And returned home
Talking among ourselves
About horses, and about the feast,
And about a wonderful pig.

Time rolls by
Hour after hour, day after day;
And through the first week
The brothers went to the capital,
To sell your goods there,
And at the pier to find out:
Did they come with ships
Germans in the city for canvases,
And will Tsar Saltan come
Busurmanite Christians?
Here they prayed to the Icon,
Father was blessed
They took two horses secretly
And then we went;
They chase the remote
Yes, they talk about money.

Suddenly a fool - five hours later -
I decided to spend the night in the field.
Is it foolish to hesitate?
The case boiled in his hands;
He walks around
He eats a piece of bread and sings.
Here he raises the mat,
Hands propped up at the sides,
And with a bang Ivan
Sideways enters the booth.

Everything was still standing
Two horses are gone
Only poor little hunchback
His legs were spinning
Clapped with joy ears
And danced with his feet.
How Ivan will howl here,
Leaning on the farce:
“Oh, you, horses of the bora-siwa,
“My horses are golden-maned!
“I fed you, caressed you;
“What the hell stole you?
“To the abyss to him - the dog!
“To die in the boyar!
"So that he in the next world
"Fail on the bridge!
“Oh, you, horses of the bora-siwa,
"My horses are golden-maned.!"

Here the skate interrupted him:
"Don't worry Ivan! (said)
“The trouble is great, I don’t argue;
“But I can help, I'm burning.
“You didn’t rivet the devil,
"The brothers took the horses away,
"How did we get out of the house?
“But what to linger on empty,
"Hurry, sit on me,
“Just know for yourself, hold on.
"I'm not even taller,
“But I will change the horse of another;
"How do I start and run,
"So I'll overtake the demon."

Here the skate lies before him;
A fool sits on it
He takes it firmly by the ears.
The little humpbacked horse gets up
Black mane shakes
Leaves on the road;
Suddenly neighing and snoring,
And flew like an arrow
Only black clubs
Dust swirled underfoot.
And in a few hours
Our Ivan caught up with the thieves.

The brothers, seeing that, mingled,
They were seriously scared;
And the fool began to shout to them:
“Shame on you, brothers, to steal!
“Even though you are smarter than Ivan,
“Yes, Ivan is more honest than you;
"He didn't steal your horses."
The older brother then said:
"Our dear brother,
Vanyusha! “Do not put sin on our souls:
"We, you know, how poor,
“But quitrent should be given.
“Here in such great sadness,
"Gavril and I were talking
"All tonight -
“How can you help the pig?
"So and so we judged,
“Finally, this is what we decided:
"To sell your horses
“At least for a thousand rubles.
"Our old father cannot,
"Can't work anymore.
"We need to feed him -
"You can judge for yourself."

"Well, if that's the case, then go,
“(Says Ivan) sell
“Golden-maned horse;
"Yes, take me too."
Both brothers agreed
And they all set off together.
It began to darken in the sky;
The air began to get colder.
Brothers, so as not to get lost,
They thought to stop.
Under canopies of branches
Tied up the horses
They took bread from a basket,
Got a little drunk
And then, who knew how,
He sang different songs.

Here Danilo suddenly noticed
A light lit up in the darkness.
He looked at Gabriel
Left eye winked
And coughed lightly
Showing the fire quietly.
Here he scratched the back of his head,
And with slyness he said so,
Smiling: "Listen,
“Bring fire, Vanyusha!
"The night is dark, and I have
"Neither flint nor flint."
Danilo himself thinks:
"To crush you there!"
And Gavrilo says
Quiet brother: "Maybe
“There the stanitsa moored -
"Remember his name."

All nonsense for a fool!
Op gets on a skate
And holding it in my hands,
Beats in steep sides with legs,
Blows with all his might...
The horse took off and the trail went cold.
"Be with us the power of the cross!"
Then Gavrilo shouted,
Falling with the holy cross;
“What kind of imp-horse is under him?”

The flame burns brighter
The hunchback runs faster
And in a few minutes
In the fire, the skate is like here.
That fire in the meadow brightens, -
Doesn't smoke and doesn't get hot.
Ivan was given a diva here.
“What (he said) is Satan?
"A lot of brilliance, a lot of light,
“But there is no heat and smoke.
"Eco miracle light!"

Then the horse told him:
“That feather, Ivan, firebirds
“From the chambers of the Tsar Maiden.
But for your happiness
“Don't take it.
"Many, many troubles
"Bring it with you." -
"You speak! how not so!”
The fool grumbles to himself;
And lifting the feather of the firebird,
Wrapped it up in rags
I immediately put it in my hat
And he turned his horse.
Coming soon to the brothers
And to their demand he answers:
"How did I get there?
“I saw a burnt stump;
“I have already fought over him, fought,
“So I almost got addicted;
“I inflated it for an hour,
“No, damn it! faded away.
The brothers did not sleep the whole night,
They laughed at Ivan:
And the fool sat down under the cart,
He snored until morning.

((indent|2|Here they harnessed the horses,
And they came to the capital
Became in a row of horses,
Opposite the big chambers.

In that capital there was a custom
If the mayor does not say, -
Buy nothing
Sell nothing.
Here the gates open
The mayor leaves
In shoes, in a fur hat,
With a hundred city guards;
A bearded man rides next to him,
Called herald;
He blows a golden trumpet,
Cries out in a loud voice:
"Guests! open the shops
“Buy, sell;
"Guards to sit
"Near the shops, and look,
“So that there is no sodom,
"No confusion, no pogrom,
“And so that the merchant family
"Do not deceive the people!"
The guests of the shop open,
Buyers are called:
"Hey! honest gentlemen!
"Come here to us!
“How are our containers-bars,
"All kinds of goods."
At this time, that group
Comes to the equestrian row;
But from a lot of people.
There is no way out, no way in;
So teeming here and teeming,
And laugh and shout.
The mayor was surprised -
that the people rejoiced,
And he gave the order to the detachment,
To clear the road.
"Hey! you damn barefoot!
"Get out of my way! get out of my way
Mustaches screamed
And they hit the whips.
Here the people moved
He took off his hats and stepped aside.

Before the eyes of the equestrian row:
Two horses stand in a row
young, crows,
Golden manes curl,
You are small curled rings,
The tail is spread golden ....
The mayor was surprised
And he crossed himself twice.
“Wonderful (said) God's light!
“There are no miracles in it.”
The whole squad laughed.
The herald himself stuttered.
Meanwhile, the mayor
Punished severely to everyone
Not to buy horses
Didn't yawn, didn't scream
That he is going to the Court -
Report this to the King.
And leaving part of the detachment,
He went to report.
Arrives at the palace.
"Have mercy, Tsar-father!"
The mayor exclaims
And before the throne falls:
"Don't order me to be executed,
"And tell me to speak."
The king deigned to say: - "Okay,
"Speak, but it's only cool." -
"I'll tell you how I can.
“I serve the mayor:
“By faith, by truth I send
"This position ..." - "I know, I know."
“Today, having taken a detachment,
“I went to the horse row:
“(I’m driving up - darkness to the people!
“There is no way out, no way in.
“I ordered the detachment
“To disperse the people.
“So it happened, Tsar-Hope!
“And I went - and what?
“In front of me is a row of horses:
"Two horses stand in a row,
"Young, black,
"Golden manes curl,
“Curled rings in crayons,
"Golden tail with a pipe,
"And diamond hooves
"Studded with large pearls ..."

The king could not bear it.
"We need to see the horses,
“(He says) yes, it’s not bad
"And start such a miracle."

The chariot was harnessed
And brought to the entrance.
The king washed, dressed up,
And rolled into the market;
A detachment is behind the Tsar of Streltsy.
Here he entered the horse row
Everybody fell on their knees
And cheers to the King shouted.
The king bowed, and instantly
From the chariot to the horses jump ...
He walks around the horses, praises,
That will pat, then stroke;
And looking pretty
He asked turning
To those around him: “Hey guys!
“Whose foals are these? "Who's the boss?"
Here is a fool, Hiding his hands behind an army coat,
Because of the brothers performs
And pouting, he replies:
"This couple, King, mine,
"And the owner too - me!" -
“Well, I'm buying a couple;
"Are you selling?" - "No, I'm changing." -
“What do you take good in exchange?”
"Two - five caps of silver." -
"I mean, it'll be ten."
The king immediately ordered to weigh
And, by your grace,
He gave me an extra five roubles.
The king was generous!

The king went back
And he said to him: "Well, brother,
“A pair of ours is not given;
"There's nothing to be done,
“To serve you at the palace.
"You will walk in gold,
"Dress up in a red dress,

"My whole stable
“I give you power:
“The royal word is a guarantee.
"What do you agree?" - “Eka thing!
"In the palace I will live,
"I will walk in gold,
"Dress up in a red dress,
"It's like rolling cheese in butter,
"The whole stable factory,
“The king gives me a gift;
“That is, I am from the garden
“I will become the royal governor.
“Wonderful thing! So be it
“I will, King, serve you.
........................................
Then he called the horses,
And went along the capital,
Following the royal chariot.
And to the song of a fool
Horses are dancing trepak,
And his skate is humpbacked
So it breaks into an oath
To the surprise of all people.
The two brothers meanwhile
Royally received money
Sewn tightly into the hat
And sent a messenger
To please my father.
Shared at home
Both at the time they got married,
They began to live and live
Remember Ivan.

But now we'll leave them
Let's have fun with a fairy tale again
Orthodox Christians,
What did our Ivan do,
Being in the service of the king,
At the state stable,
With his dashing skate -
The unchanging hunchback:
How Ivan caught the firebird
How he kidnapped the Tsar-maiden,
How did you get her ring?
How he walked in the sky
How is he in the sunny village
Keith begged for forgiveness
How, by your grace,
He saved thirty ships,
As in the boilers he did not boil,
How handsome he became.

=
II.

The story begins
From Ivan's leprosy,
And from Sivka, and from Burka,
And from the prophetic kourka.
The goats have gone to the sea;
The horse rose from the ground:
Standing forest underfoot
The clouds above him are walking, -
This is a saying: wait, -
The story is ahead.
Like, on the sea of the Ocean,
And on the island of Buyan,
A new coffin stands in the forest;
The girl lies in the coffin;
The nightingale whistles over the coffin;
The black beast roams in the oak forest, -
This is a hint: and here -
The story will go on..........

“Well, Ivan,” she said to him, “If you could sit still, So you and me. What a wonderful subjunctive mood! Helmut Kohl: "War Elephant" from Germany

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Part one. The fairy tale begins to tell...

Part two. Soon the tale tells, and not soon the deed is done.

Part three. Before Selev, Makar dug gardens, and now Makar has ended up in governors.

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