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Pyotr Pavlovich Ershov

The Little Humpbacked Horse

Pyotr Pavlovich Ershov (1815-1869) was born in Siberia.

As a child, he listened to the tales of the Siberian peasants, many he remembered for the rest of his life and he himself told them well.

Ershov was very fond of folk tales. In them, the people wittily ridiculed their enemies - the king, boyars, merchants, priests, condemned evil and stood for truth, justice, goodness.

Ershov was studying at St. Petersburg University when he first read Pushkin's wonderful fairy tales. They just showed up then.

And he immediately decided to write his "Humpbacked Horse" - a cheerful tale about the brave Ivanushka - peasant son, about the stupid king and about the magic humpbacked horse. Ershov took a lot for The Little Humpbacked Horse from old folk tales.

The story was published in 1834. A. S. Pushkin read and spoke with great praise about The Little Humpbacked Horse.

After graduating from the university, Ershov returned from St. Petersburg to Siberia, to his homeland, and lived there all his life. For many years he was a teacher at the city gymnasium

Tobolsk. Ershov passionately loved his harsh land, studied it and knew it well.

In addition to The Humpbacked Horse, he wrote several other works, but they are now forgotten. And The Little Humpbacked Horse, which appeared more than a hundred years ago, still remains one of the favorite fairy tales of our people.

V. Gakina

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 -

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!"

They began to drive in the field,

But, no matter how long they shouted,

He's out of place. Finally

His father came up to him

Tells him: "Listen,

Run away on patrol, Vanyusha;

I'll give you peas and beans."

Here Ivan gets off the stove,

Drives the mare

The door of the matting closes,

And it just dawned

Goes to the village

Singing a song out loud

"A good fellow 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;

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, the devil believed it. ”

Here the narrator paused.

Yawned and dozed off.

Brothers, no matter how angry,

They couldn't - they 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.

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 a 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!

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

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

Here the skate lies before him;

Ivan sits on a skate,

What is the urine 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!

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.

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

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;

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,

Quietly beats 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 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" -

"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

The royal word is a guarantee.

What do you agree? - "What a 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!”

The two brothers meanwhile

Royally received money

They were sewn into belts,

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;

In a word: our speech is about

How did he become king?

PART 2

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 roams in the oak forest.

This is a hint, but -

The story will follow.

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

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,

It looks like it's just poured.

If only the fool would leave.

I will convey in the royal thought,

That the horseman of the state -

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

Boots like al morocco, -

Well, definitely Ivan.

What a wonder? Looks again

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 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! .. "-

“And what else does he know! -

The sleeping bag continues quietly

Curved. - Good!

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,

Came up to the bed

Filed a treasure - and again on the floor.

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

Order now at least in sticks, -

“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 move on?

No, don't turn away!

What's this? A?" 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!

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:

But, as I saw tears,

I didn't cry a little myself.

“What, Ivanushka, sad?

What did you hang your head on? -

The horse 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.

“Oh, trouble, horse! - 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, it’s a disaster!

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 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 will 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,

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:

"Ugh you devilish power!

Ek them, rubbish, rolled!

Tea, there are dozens and five of them here.

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.

"Oh! 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 horse 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 along and across.

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

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

“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!”

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’s spinning ... "-

"Well, give it up!" - "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! – all 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:

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

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;

I put everything in a travel bag

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 leaves

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

Lonely walked.

Here Ivan gets off the skate,

And the horse 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,

Falls asleep peacefully.

The West was slowly burning down.

Suddenly the horse neighed over him

“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'm not going to 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!

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,

We 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 I fell in love even more;

On my knees before her,

Gently shook hands

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.

"OK. Okay, Whale Fish!" -

Our Ivan shouts to him.

Then the skate 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 do not know anything.

Soon the tale is told

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 moon,

He hugged his neck tightly

Three times kissed 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

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.

Here he comes running to the village,

He calls the peasants 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

Everything 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 Fish-whale!

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 century.

And after finishing this speech,

Bitten a steel bridle,

Pushed - 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;

And the rowers are a cheerful row

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.

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?

Everything is ready for you!” -

“No, whale-fish, we are rewarded

You don't need anything -

Ivan tells him

Better get us a ring, -

Ring, you know. king girls,

Our future queen." -

"OK OK! For a friend

And an earring!

I will find until dawn

The ring of the red Tsar Maiden,

Keith replied to Ivan

And, like a key, fell to the bottom.

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! Don't get angry!

We are all the sea, it seems

Came out and dug

But the sign was not opened.

Only Yorsh is 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 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 it was found

They brought him to the emperor.

Here the dolphins bowed

And Ruff started looking.

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

Ruff could not be found

And returned back

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Pyotr Pavlovich Ershov
The Little Humpbacked Horse
Russian fairy tale in three parts

About the fairy tale "Humpbacked Horse"

Father Ivanushka sent to guard the wheat: someone got into the habit of trampling it at night. Ivan obeyed - he went on patrol. About what followed, and about many other things, the nineteen-year-old poet and student of St. Petersburg University Pyotr Pavlovich Ershov told in his fairy tale. The author of The Little Humpbacked Horse studied at the philosophical and legal department. But Ershov was attracted to poetry, history, and music. Once he confessed: “I am ready to admire everything graceful to the point of dizziness ...”

Ershov was a contemporary of the great Pushkin, Zhukovsky. From them he heard praise. The tale was first published in a magazine, and then as a separate book. From the year 1834, memorable for Yershov, when this happened, the tale of the humpbacked horse was recognized and loved by all reading Russia.

The poet was born in Siberia. As a child, he had to travel a lot: his father served in the hectic position of the volost commissar - the family often moved from place to place. The Ershovs lived in the fortress of St. Peter (now Petropavlovsk), and in Omsk, and in the Far North - in Beryozov (then a place of exile) and in Tobolsk. The future poet learned the life of peasants, taiga hunters, coachmen, merchants, Cossacks, heard stories about Siberian antiquity, learned fairy tales from old-timers. Ershov, who became a high school student, was lucky again: he settled in Tobolsk with his mother's relatives, with the merchant Pilenkov, - there were different people. From them, Ershov learned about the Trans-Baikal lands, about the distant caravan routes to the south and east. The time has come, and Ershov himself became a storyteller-storyteller.

Ershov came to St. Petersburg with his parents, with his brother, who also became a student. They settled on the outskirts of the city, in a small wooden house. In the evenings, lying down in bed, Ershov loved to tell fairy tales to his family. Here, for the first time, friends heard from the poet his tale about the humpbacked horse. The tale was adopted from Siberian storytellers, but it is not always easy to decide where we have the art of the people, and where own creativity Ershov.

Whether they go close, far,
Are they going low or high
And did you see anyone
I do not know anything.
Soon the tale is told
The thing is messy going on.

How can one not recognize the words from folk tales: “Whether it is close, whether it is far, whether it is low, whether it is high - soon the fairy tale is told, the deed is not done soon.” Or here's another - the little humpbacked horse asks the saddened Ivan three times:

“What, Ivanushka, sad?
What did you hang your head on?"

But the fact is that the tsar sends Ivan to the ocean; The humpbacked dog invariably consoles his master:

“This is a service, not a service;
The service is all ahead, brother!

In folk tales, the hero also finds comfort from his friends and helpers. They also ask him why he is sad, why he hung his head below his shoulders, and console him with the same words: “This is not a service - a service, the service will be ahead.” From folk tales, Ershov also took the words about the transformation of Ivan:

And he became so handsome -
What can not be said in a fairy tale
Do not write with a pen!

It is not difficult to recognize the usual fairy tale ending in the last verses about the wedding feast:

Heart love! I was there,
I drank honey, wine and beer;
Though it ran along the mustache,
Not a drop got into my mouth.

But the poet not only retold the tales of the people with his poems. Ershov embellished folk fiction, colored it with his invention, and supplemented it. Here Ivan guards wheat at night - he sits under a bush, counts the stars in the sky:

Suddenly, about midnight, the horse neighed ...
Our guard stood up,
Looked under the mitten
And I saw a mare.

We can follow all of Ivan's movements: his ears were struck by a sudden neighing, he stood up, put his hand to his eyes in order to better see something in the distance, and saw a mare. Ershov gives free rein to his imagination:

The mare was
All white as winter snow
Mane to the ground, golden,
Curled in small rings.

There are many wonderful things in the tales of the people, but one can be sure that such a description cannot be found in them.

"Humpbacked Horse" captures us with fiction. What we don’t learn and where we just don’t stay with Ivan and his hunchback! In the fabulous capital - at the market, in the horse row, in the royal stable, by the ocean-sea, in outlandish lands where firebirds live, on the seashore, at the very edge of the surf, from where a desert expanse opens up and you can see how “alone » white shaft. Here Ivan rode on a hunchback to a clearing:

What a field! greens here
Like an emerald stone;
The wind blows over her
So it sows sparks;
And the flowers are green
Unspeakable beauty.

A mountain rises in the distance, "all of pure silver" - a dazzling brilliance is poured around. Before our mind's eye opens the beauty of the magical world.

Ershov combines magical fiction with a joke without fear. Across the ocean, a whale lies motionless - a miracle Yudo. Sharp-witted peasants settled on it:

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.

The poet laughs merrily at the old fantastic tales that the earth rests on three whales.

Joking never leaves Ershov. It constantly accompanies his most enthusiastic descriptions. Even the princess did not seem beautiful to Ivan: when he sees her, he is disappointed - she seems to him pale, thin:

“And the little leg, the little leg!
Pah you! like a chicken!
Let someone love
I won't take it for free."

Retelling folk tales, Ershov retained their acute social meaning. The author's sympathies are entirely on the side of the persecuted and despised Ivan. Ivan was known as a fool already in his own family; he really seems like a fool: he lies on the stove and sings with all his might: “You are beautiful eyes!” But the question is: why are his older brothers better? ... They don’t bawl songs, they don’t climb onto the stove in bast shoes and malachai, they don’t knock on doors so that “the roof almost falls”, but they have no other virtues. On the contrary, they have a lot of bad things: none of them is true to their word, they deceive their father, they are dishonest. For the sake of profit, they are ready for anything - they would be happy to destroy Ivan. On a dark night, they send him to the field for a light, in the hope that he will not return back.

Danilo himself thinks:
"To crush you there!"
Gavrilo says:
“Who-sing knows what burns!
If the villagers have stuck, -
Remember him, what was his name!

But everything happens against the wishes of the brothers. Ershov makes Ivan lucky. Why?

Because Ivan does not wish harm to anyone. His "stupid mind" is that he does not steal, does not deceive, is true to his word. He does not plot against his neighbors. Every time, having done a good deed, Ivan carelessly sings: he sings, returning from patrol, “A good fellow went to Presnya”; sings on the way to the booth, where he has horses. And the real fun - the general dance - happened in the capital, when Ivan was taken into the service of the king. Cheerful, kind and simple-hearted Ivan is why we like him because he does not look like those who consider themselves “smart”.

Despised and deceived by his brothers, Ivan began to live at the royal court. Ivan himself is surprised by the change in his fate. According to him, he "from the garden" became the "royal governor." The improbability of such a change in the fate of Ivan is ridiculed by the poet himself, but without such a course of action there would be no fairy tale.

Ivan remained the same in the royal service: he spoke out to himself the right to sleep to his heart's content ("Otherwise I was like that"). Ershov often says that Ivan is sleeping so soundly that they can hardly wake him up. Ivan almost killed himself by falling asleep at the maiden's tent to the sound of her singing and playing the harp. The disgruntled hunchback pushed him with his hoof and said:

“Sleep, my dear, to the star!
Get yourself in trouble!"

Ivan would like to remain carefree, but it is impossible to be carefree in the royal service. Ivan must be different. He is learning it. In order not to fall asleep, not to miss the Tsar Maiden again, Ivan gathered sharp stones and nails: “In order to prick himself if he takes a nap again.” The faithful skate teaches his master: “Hey! master! full sleep! Time to fix things!" The horse is the embodiment of a wonderful fairy-tale power that comes to the aid of Ivan. This force acts against the courtiers and the king himself. The troubles that Ivan gets into are formidable. The tsar learned from the denunciation of the sleeping bag that Ivan was hiding the feather of the Firebird. The king is angry. He seeks recognition from Ivan: “Answer me! I’ll screw it up!..” The royal desire to have the feather of the Firebird is just a whim and nonsense. The king is ridiculous: having received a feather, he plays with it like a child with a toy: “I stroked my beard, laughed and bit the end of the feather.” Ordering to catch the Firebird, the tsar threatens to put Ivan on a stake in case of disobedience:

“I, God have mercy, am angry!
And sometimes from hearts
I’ll take off my forelock with my head.”

Ivan is a “serf” for the tsar and should not contradict either his words or desires. Such is the order to bathe in boiling water:

"If you are at dawn
Do not obey the command -
I will give you torment
I will order you to torture
Break into pieces."

The ingratitude of the tsar, to whom Ivan rendered so many services, denunciations, the hypocrisy of the courtiers, their clever slander - this is what caused misfortune even to such undemanding, gentle people as Ivanushka.

Ershov countered this very real evil with the fabulous power of the humpbacked horse.

The fabulous humpbacked horse, like any good fiction, contains a serious thought: the strength of the king and his courtiers can be crushed by the strength of faithful partnership. Ershov poetized this feeling. Giving horses to Ivan, the mare said:

"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 friend…”

Ershov himself revealed the inner meaning of the fairy-tale fiction: a partnership can work wonders. And in life with student years Ershov believed in the power of true friendship. At the university, he met Konstantin Timkovsky. They became friends. Both dreamed of useful activities for the benefit of Russia: it seemed to them that they could transform life in Siberia, make the land of hard labor and exile flourish, and the peoples who inhabited it enlightened. The friends swore to be true to this aspiration and even exchanged rings. On the inside of the rings were engraved the first letters of the Latin words Mors et Vita, which meant: "Death and Life". Friends vowed to remain true to their common civic duty all their lives until their death. With all his activities after graduating from the university, Ershov, a teacher of Russian literature at the Tobolsk gymnasium, and then an inspector, its director, and after a while the manager of the directorate of schools throughout the vast Tobolsk province, confirmed his loyalty to his oath. The life of friends developed in different ways, but the path of each began with an oath of allegiance to Russia, sealed with a sense of camaraderie. This feeling was sung by Ershov in a fairy tale.

The hunchback shares all the joys and sorrows of Ivan. When the time came for the most severe test - jumping into a boiling cauldron, the hunchback said that now all his friendship would be needed:

“And rather I myself will perish,
Than I will leave you, Ivan.

It was this that gave Ivan determination:

Ivan looked at the horse
And immediately dived into the cauldron ...

A real fairy tale is always close to the truth. The poet has preserved many signs of folk life. Gathering on patrol, the brothers take with them pitchforks, an ax - those tools that a peasant could turn into a weapon. Ivan drove the captured mare into a shepherd's booth - a temporary paddock under a canopy. Going on the road, Ivan takes three onions with him, puts bread in his bosom, and put the poor luggage in a bag. fairytale capital very similar to a Russian provincial or even county town. The mayor with a detachment of mustaches clears the way in the crowd, scattering blows to the left and right: “Hey! you damn barefoot! Get out of my way! Get out of my way!" People take off their hats. Trade guests-merchants, in collusion with overseers, deceive and cheat buyers. Bargaining involves not only monetary trade, but also exchange in kind. Heralds scream. The king travels accompanied by archers. Such descriptions greatly color the fairy tale and give credibility to fiction.

The fairy tale is also colored by references to time, although brief, but expressive - they speak of morning light, daytime brilliance of the sky, evening twilight and night darkness: “It has just begun to dawn”, “A clear noon is coming”, “That's how it only began to get dark”, “It began to get dark in the sky”, “The West was quietly burning down”, “The cold night has come”, “The night has come, the moon is rising”. A vivid picture is sketched in verses:

The time was drawing to a close;
Now the sun has gone down;
Silent flame of grief
The dawn unfolded.

Ershov learned from the speech of the people a lot of words and expressions, such as "stare", "about midnight" and the like. Everyday speech gave the fairy tale special artistic properties.

Once in heaven, Ivan reflects:

"Eco wonder! Eco wonder!
Our kingdom is beautiful...
And how does it compare with the sky,
So it doesn't fit under the insole.
What is the earth! .. After all, 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!”

In this speech, and delight, and reflection, and surprise, and comparison, and assumption, and irony. This is a live folk speech with stops, unexpected turns in the flow. It included and colloquial words: "eco", "tea", "it hurts", and they cannot be replaced by any others - instead of "Eco divo!" say "Wow!" or “What a miracle!”, instead of “tea” - “probably”, “probably”, and instead of “painfully high” - “very high”. To replace words would mean to lose the folk connotation in fabulous speech.

Ershov had a brilliant command of verse. Like any real poet, Ershov's verse was strong poetic means. Here is just one example: on the way back from the kingdom of heaven, Ivan reached the ocean -

Here is a horse running along a whale,
A hoof knocks on the bones.

Rhythm itself becomes an image of the clatter of hooves. But now the skate's run is replaced by a jump, and the rhythm becomes different:

I strained - and in an instant
Jump to the distant shore.

It is said that Pushkin was delighted with Yershov's skill. The young poet studied with the great master. It is believed that the beginning of the tale - four verses "Over the mountains, beyond the valleys ..." - Pushkin ruled. It is no coincidence that the verses

“The way is the way, gentlemen!
Where are you from and where? -

inspired by The Tale of Tsar Saltan, where there are lines:

"Oh you gentlemen,
How long have you gone, where?

And Yershov's verse "The guns from the fortress are firing" was composed on the model of Pushkin's: "The guns from the pier are firing."

Ershov's fairy tale is a beautiful and lofty work of art. The poet felt and conveyed the charm of folk tales, and most importantly, shared folk concepts and presentations.

Like ordinary people, Ershov dreamed of the victory of good and justice. This is what made the fairy tale about the humpbacked horse a popularly recognized work.

The poet died in August 1869. During the life of Ershov, the tale was published seven times and many times after the death of the author. Pushkin dreamed of publishing a fairy tale with pictures. But such a book should have been cheap.

The hunchback jumps and jumps in Yershov's fairy tale from one generation of people to another, and the merry clatter of his hooves will sound for many more readers.

V. Anikin

Part 1

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 lady 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.
The night has come,
Fear came upon him
And with fears our man
Buried under the hay 1
Sennik - a canopy under which hay was stored.

.
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,
Just lost their voice
He's out of place. Finally
His father came up to him
Tells him: "Listen,
Run on patrol, Vanyusha;
I will buy you luboks 2
Lubki - pictures, mostly painted, depicting heroes of fairy tales, epics.

,
I'll give you peas and beans."
Here Ivan gets off the stove,
Malachai 3
Malakhay - the names of long-brimmed wide clothes without a belt, as well as a fur hat with ears.

He puts on his
He puts bread in his bosom,
The guard is going to keep.

The night has come; the month rises;
Ivan goes around the field,
looking around,
And sits under a bush;
Counts the stars in the sky
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 small rings.
“Ehehe! So this is 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 4
Plasty - layer, spread out.

Need 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 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 5
Babka is a dice.

.
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,
Craving for honey 6
Honey is a honey drink with the addition of hops and spices.

Drink.
I'll go out into the field again
Strength to try at will.

“Okay,” Ivan thinks.
And in the shepherd's booth 7
Balagan - a hut, a corral with a canopy.

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."
Here he comes up on the porch,
That's enough for the ring 8
Ring - an iron round handle at the door, was connected to a lock.

,
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;
month, exactly 9
Exactly - as if, as if, it seems.

Also shone,
I didn't really notice.
Suddenly the devil comes
With a beard and mustache;
Erysipelas like a cat
And the eyes are like those bowls 10
Ploshka - a large round flat vessel with lard and a wick; a burning bowl illuminated the room. Large eyes are compared with a burning bowl: "And the eyes are like 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,
Nearly broke my head.
But I myself am not a mistake,
Hey, I held him like a bag 11
Zhomy - vice.

.
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 12
Measure - consider, check with the truth.

,
Yes, I believed the devil. ”
Here the narrator paused.
Yawned and dozed off.
Brothers, no matter how angry,
They couldn't - they 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),
stretched green 13
3élno - very, strongly.

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 with a yacht 14
Yakhont - old name precious stones- ruby, sapphire.

Burned;
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 15
A week is a week starting from Sunday.

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?
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 a 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
Busurmanit 16
Basurmanin - a foreigner, a person of a foreign faith; basurmanit (busurmanit, bezurmanit) - convert to someone else's faith.

Christian.
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 17
Buerak - ravine, pit.

!
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 didn't screw up 18
To rivet - to slander, without reason to accuse.

:
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 19
Zagrebi - a handful, five fingers.

Beret,
What is the urine 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 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 20
Belly - property; "Our unselfish belly" - honestly earned wealth; life.

.
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 the other day 21
Today's - recent.

Night -
What would help the goryushku?
So and so we decided
Finally done like this 22
To decide - to decide, to come to a conclusion.

,
To sell your skates
Like for a thousand rubles.
And thank you, say by the way,
Bring you back -
Red hat with a vertebra
Yes, heeled boots.
And besides, the old man can't 23
Cannot - sick, from the verb "cannot be."

,
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 get colder.
Here, so that they do not get lost,
Decided to stop.
Under canopies of branches
All horses tied
Brought with a bast basket,
Get a little drunk
And go, what God will give,
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 24
Kurevo - a fire, a light.

Dilute!
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's to sing 25
Who-sing - particle "sing" in folk speech intensified intonation.

Knows what's on!
Kohl stanitsa 26
The stanichniks are robbers.

Landed -
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 fire burns brighter
The hunchback runs faster.
Here he is in front of the fire.
The field shines as if by 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 27
Shaitan - devil, devil, demon, satan.

!
There are five hats 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
He will bring it with him."
"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 28
A row - at the auction, straight-out shops, where they traded in some particular product. Equestrian row - trade in horses.

Opposite the big chambers.

In that capital there was a custom:
If the mayor does not say 29
Mayor - the head of the city in the old days.

-
Buy nothing
Sell ​​nothing.

Here is mass 30
Mass is the time of the church service, which takes place in the morning or in the first half of the day.

Coming;
The mayor leaves
In shoes, in a fur hat,
With a hundred city guards.
Next to him rides herald 31
Herald - a person who announced the will of the king and governor.

,
Long mustache, bearded;
He blows a golden trumpet,
Cries out in a loud voice:
"Guests 32
The guests are merchants, trading people.

Open the benches
Buy, sell;
And the overseers sit
Near the shops and look
To avoid sodom 33
Sodom is here: noise, disorder.

,
Not for a long time 34
Davezh - crush.

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;
Looks - 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,
In crayons, curled rings,
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 the 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,
In crayons, curled rings,
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;
For the king of archers 35
Sagittarius - an ancient army in Ancient Rus'; constituted the guard of the king.

Detachment.
Here he entered the horse row.
Everybody fell on their knees
And they shouted “Hurrah” to 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,
Quietly beats them on the back,
pats their necks,
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 to the sides, like a pan 36
Pan - here: master, lord; “like a pan” - with a proud gait, with a special trick.

,
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-five 37
Two-five is the old form of the number ten.

Cap 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 couple of ours is not given:
Nothing to do, have to
To serve you in the palace.
You will walk in gold
In a red dress 38
Red dress - colorful, beautiful.

Dress up,
Like rolling cheese in butter
the whole stable 39
Stable factory, order; stable - a service that was in charge of the royal stables, hunting.

my
I give you an order
The royal word is a guarantee.
What do you agree? - "What a 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
Otherwise, 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
In the girdles 40
Girdle - a long piece of matter, they were girdled over a sheepskin coat, an Armenian coat; money was sewn into the belt so as not to lose.

They were sewn up
They knocked on the valley 41
They knocked with a valley - they drank, a valley - a large wide copper or clay vessel-bowl with a nose-stigma; served to pour wine.

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;
As in the neighbors 42
Susedko - brownie, as if he patronized the house, especially horses.

He hit
How his pen slept,
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 43
Learned - done.

;
In a word: our speech is about
How did he become king?

Fairy tale "Humpbacked Horse" and its author

Pyotr Pavlovich Ershov (1815-1869) - the author of a merry tale about the magic Humpbacked Horse, about the kind peasant son Ivanushka and about the stupid tsar - was born in Siberia, in the Tobolsk province. His father served as a petty official, and the family moved from city to city more than once. Nine-year-old Peter was sent to study at the Tobolsk gymnasium, and he settled with relatives, in a large merchant's house. In the evenings, peasants gathered in the kitchen and told tales about Ivan Tsarevich and the Firebird, about Sivka-Burka, about Pig - a golden bristle, many of which little Peter heard and remembered.

After studying at the gymnasium, Ershov entered St. Petersburg University. Just at this time, in the 1830s, many famous writers there was an interest in Russian folklore. Wonderful fairy tales by V. A. Zhukovsky, V. I. Dahl and A. S. Pushkin were published. Echoes of these tales are also found in The Little Humpbacked Horse, but, of course, it is based on folk tales, beloved by Ershov since childhood.

The Little Humpbacked Horse was published in 1834 (Ershov was only 19 years old): first in the Library for Reading magazine as a small excerpt, and a little later as a separate edition.

Pushkin liked the story very much. “Now this kind of writing can be left to me,” said the poet, having read The Humpbacked Horse still in manuscript. The work quickly brought Yershov fame, but soon it was banned from printing for a long thirteen years. And yet, during the life of the author, the tale was published seven times. Preparing each new edition, Ershov worked hard on the text, sometimes replacing entire lines.

After graduating from the university, Ershov returned from St. Petersburg to his homeland, Tobolsk, where he lived until the end of his life. For many years he was a teacher, librarian, and later director of the Tobolsk gymnasium.

P. P. Ershov wrote not only The Humpbacked Horse. He wrote many poems, short stories and even wrote plays. However, today they are completely forgotten, and the magic horse has been galloping around our country for more than one hundred and fifty years. A cheerful and kind fairy tale, as if recorded from the beginning to the end from the words of a folk storyteller, is still listened to and read with pleasure by both adults and children.

P. Lemeni-Macedon

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,
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.
The night has come,
Fear came upon him
And with fears our man
Buried under the hay.
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,
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 going to keep.

The night has come; the month rises;
Ivan goes around the field,
looking around,
And sits under a bush;
Counts the stars in the sky
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 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
"A good fellow 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 collapses
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 jump on his neck.
He was already dragging, dragging,
Nearly broke my head.
But I myself am not a mistake,
Hey, I held him like a bag.
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, the devil believed it. ”

Here the narrator paused.
Yawned and dozed off.
Brothers, no matter how angry,
They couldn't - they 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.
"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
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.

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 whim, like a sir,
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 are not riveted to hell:
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 urine 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:
“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.
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
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.
And besides, the old man can't,
Can no longer work;
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
Finally decided this
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 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 fire 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 hats 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
He will bring it with him." -
"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 so that 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;
Looks - crush from the 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!" -
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.

The king could not sit here.
"We need to look at the horses, -
He says - yes, 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;
Behind the king of archers is a detachment.

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,
Quietly beats them on the back,
pats their necks,
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? Here Ivan
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." -
"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
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? - "What a 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 business! So be it
I will, king, serve you.
Just, mind you, don't fight me
And let me sleep
Otherwise, 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 are dancing trepaka;
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 his pen slept,
How cunningly he 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?

Part one

The fairy tale begins to tell.

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 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;
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 started 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!
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 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.

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 sits on the ridge -
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 friend;
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."

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,
They stuttered and 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,
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,
They couldn't - they laughed,
Grabbing by the sides
Over the fool's story.
The old man couldn't help himself.
To not laugh to tears,
Even laugh, that's how 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 broke the hops at once.
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 older one said to the middle one,
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?
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 a 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 slipped into the 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, "
Great 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 horse 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:
"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.
How much wheat we do not sow,
We have a little daily bread.
Are we up to the dues here?
And the police officers are fighting.
With 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 away, brother Vanyusha.
And, to be honest, I have
No flint, no flint."
Danilo himself thinks:
"To crush you there!"
Gavrilo says:
"Who knows what's on fire!
Kohl the villagers stuck -
Remember his name!"

All nonsense 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:
"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! 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 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 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;
They look - a 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 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.

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, a wagon for me!" - And now
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
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,
pats their necks,
Stroking the golden mane,
And, having seen enough,
He asked turning
To those around him: "Hey guys!
Whose foals are these?
Who is the boss?" - Here Ivan,
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 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
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, 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 the king-maiden was kidnapped,
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 fairy tale will tell
And it won't be done soon.

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.
As on the sea-okiyane,
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.

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 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!"

Yes, five weeks later.
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 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 looks at everything himself.
Waiting for a neighbor ... Chu! 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 is 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
He begins to clean the horses,
Washes, cleans
Weaves long manes,
Sings different songs.
Meanwhile, curled up in a club,
shaking the tooth,
Looks sleeping bag in the half-eye
On the creator of night pranks.
What a devil! Something on purpose
Dressed up rogue midnight;
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.
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, 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 I wanted to 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 they didn't wake him up
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 call 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?
That I am a tsar or a 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 shabalki! .. "-
"Answer me! I'll shut you 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. "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 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 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!
Somewhere, even under water,
I'll put you on a stake.
Get out, serf!" Ivan began to cry.
And went to the hayloft,
Where his horse lay.

The hunchback, sensing him,
Dryagnul 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 horse 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 a likhodey?"
Ivan fell to the skate on the neck,
Hugged and kissed.
"Oh, trouble, horse! - 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:
"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.

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 a trough 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 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 to the 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.
In the middle of that meadow
Like cloud mills
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 sit down with another 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 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
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.
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,
Our Ivan, groaning from the overhead,
Got out somehow from an ambush,
Crawled to the millet with wine, -
Grab one of the birds by the tail.
"Oh! 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 horse 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,
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 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 the window was closed.
Here is Ivan's 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, bursting with laughter. —
You see, great 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 king-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
What maidens

The Little Humpbacked Horse. Fairy tale in verse

The Little Humpbacked Horse

PART ONE

Beyond the mountains, beyond the forests

Beyond the wide seas

Not in heaven - on earth

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.

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, 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,

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 going to keep.

Ivan goes around the field,

looking around,

And sits under a bush;

Counts the stars in the sky

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 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."

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,

They stuttered and 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 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, the devil believed it. ”

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.

"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? -

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, 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 are not riveted to hell:

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 urine 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:

“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.

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 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 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 him, what was his name!

It's 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 fire 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 hats 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

He will bring it with him." -

"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;

"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;

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.

“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 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;

Behind the king of archers is a detachment.

Here he entered the horse row.

Everybody fell on their knees

And they shouted “Hurrah” to the king.

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,

Quietly beats 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 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

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

Otherwise, 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 his pen slept,

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 *

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 follow.

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 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 yes sing.

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

Cap 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

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 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 him for half an hour,

But he was not awakened.

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 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,

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 move on?

No, don't turn away!

What's this? A?" Here Ivan

trembled 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 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 in vain.”

King, shake your beard:

"What? Row me 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, sensing him,

Dryagnul was dancing;

But, as I saw tears,

I didn't cry a little myself.

“What, Ivanushka, sad?

What did you hang your head on? -

The horse tells him

Have his legs twirling. -

Don't hide before me

Tell me what's in your heart.

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.

“Oh, trouble, horse! - 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 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:

“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

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,

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 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;

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 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 will 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 will 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 Horse!

Come quickly, my friend!

I caught a bird,

So Ivan the Fool shouted.

The hunchback appeared at once.

“Ay, the owner, distinguished himself! -

The horse 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,

Vish, sat down from the scream!

And grab your bag

Whipping along and across.

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 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!”

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's spinning ... "-

"Well, give it up!" - "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:

"Near the 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 goose ... "

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 do not lie, look, not at all! -

The king screamed from the bed.

The sly sleeping bag replied:

“Today we were in the kitchen,

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 line 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 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 horse tells him. -

Al, my dear, are you sick?

Al fell for the lihodey?

Ivan fell to the skate on the 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 for cooling,

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 off. -

"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;

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

Is it 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

Lonely walked.

Here Ivan gets off the skate,

And the horse 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 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.

"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 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,

Falls asleep peacefully.

The West was slowly burning down.

Suddenly the horse neighed over him

“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'm not going to 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 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 bastard! -

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, 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! exhaust me.

Say a kind word!

Everything is ready for the wedding;

Tomorrow morning, my light,

We 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 I 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 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! Along the way -

The queen tells him

Come take a bow

In my emerald tower

Yes, tell my dear:

Daughter wants to know her

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 horse 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 everything, 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!

*PART THREE*

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

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 dawns!

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,

The horse 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

The palisades are 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? -

“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.

Then the skate 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 do not know anything.

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 wonder! eco wonder!

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 peace.

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 skate enters the yard;

Our Ivan gets off it,

In the tower goes to the Moon

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:

Daughter wants to know her

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;

Don't remember everything,

What did she tell me?" -

"And what kind of queen?" -

"This is, you know, 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

Everything 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:

Everything was sad, you see, for my sister,

To that red Tsar-maiden.

What, is she well?

Are you sad, 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 painful varnish!

Then Ivan said again:

“I have another 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 her cheeks three times.

“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

Came back to the ocean.

Here the skate runs along the whale,

Hooves pound on bones.

Miracle Yudo whale fish

So, sighing, he says:

“What, fathers, is my petition?

When will I receive 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

Everything 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 an accompaniment to all officials

He sang prayers on deck;

And the rowers are a cheerful row

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 run out ... "

The waves of the sea rolled

The ships disappeared from sight.

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?

Everything is ready 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." -

"OK OK! 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.

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! don't be angry!

We are all the sea, it seems

Came out and dug

But the sign was not opened.

Only ruff is 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 crucian carp.

“Attention! 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 everyone at once!" -

"Oh, you eternal reveler

And a screamer and a bully!

Everything, rubbish, you walk,

Everything would be to 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 honesty with the whole assembly

Unsimilar different abuse ... "

For a long time the ruff was still screaming,

Finally, he fell silent;

A prankster dolphins

Everything was 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 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

King of the Maidens? - “How not to know!

We can find it together." -

"So hurry up

Yes, look for him faster!

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, this is not easy!”

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!" yes "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 his eyes are closed ... "

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 kindness

I kept my promise."

With this word chest

I blurted out tightly on the sand,

Only the shore swayed.

“Well, now I'm up for it.

If I force myself again,

call me again;

Your beneficence

Do not 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.

“Oh 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,

Yes, and the devil will crush.

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 confess

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 are 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 get married,

Flowers do not grow in winter:

I'm beautiful, and you?

What can you brag about?" -

The girl tells him.

“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 is the 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 gray-haired, -

The king-maiden speaks again. -

Become, as before, well done,

I'm getting 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 icy 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 studenoy,

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 won't go for anything!" -

“No, Ivanushka, not that.

Tomorrow I want to force

Put boilers in the yard

And put fires under them.

First I think to pour

To the brim with icy 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 it's coming 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? 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 horse tells him. -

Tea, our old fiance

Threw the idea away again?

Ivan fell to the skate on the neck,

Hugged and kissed.

"Oh, trouble, horse! - said. -

The king completely sells me;

Think for yourself, it makes

Bathe me in cauldrons

In milk and in two waters:

As in one icy water,

And in another boiled water,

Milk, listen, boiling water.

The horse tells him:

“That's really service, that's 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 finally 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 with boiled water,

And from there to 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 the 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 important view like a prince.

"Eco wonder! - everyone was screaming. -

We have not even heard

To help you get better!”

The king ordered himself to undress,

Crossed himself twice

Boom in the cauldron - and cooked there!

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.

“Love, love! - everyone screams. -

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.