It happened one day that the queen was sitting in the bath, and a frog crawled out of the water onto the shore and said to her:
- Your wish will come true: it won't be even a year before you give birth to a daughter.
Many years ago there lived a king and a queen, and every day they said: - Oh, if only a child was born to us! “But they didn’t have any children.
It happened one day that the queen was sitting in the bath, and a frog crawled out of the water onto the shore and said to her:
“Your wish will be fulfilled: it won’t even be a year before you give birth to a daughter.” He summoned to this feast not only his relatives, friends and acquaintances, but also sorcerers, so that they would be merciful and supportive to his child. And there were thirteen of them in his kingdom; but since he had only twelve golden plates on which they were supposed to eat, one of them remained uninvited.
The holiday was celebrated with great pomp, and at the end the witches gave the child miraculous gifts: one - with virtue, the other with beauty, the third - with wealth and everything that one can wish for in the world.
When eleven had already pronounced their predictions, the thirteenth suddenly appeared at the feast. She wanted revenge for not being invited. And so, without greeting anyone or looking at anyone, she exclaimed in a loud voice:
A princess in her fifteenth year must prick herself on a spindle and die from it!
And without another word, she turned and left the room. Everyone was frightened, but then the twelfth witch spoke, she had not yet said her wish; and since she was not able to cancel the evil spell, but could only soften it, she said:
But that will not be death, but only age-old deep dream into which the princess falls.
The king, wishing to save his beloved daughter from misfortune, issued a decree: all the spindles in the whole kingdom should be burned.
So all the predictions given to the girl by the witches came true: she was so beautiful, so modest, affable and so reasonable that everyone who saw her involuntarily admired her.
It happened that on the day when she was fifteen years old, the king and queen were not at home and the girl was left alone in the castle. She went to wander throughout the castle, to inspect the chambers and storerooms - everything that she likes; and she came at last to the old tower, she went up the narrow winding ladder to that tower and found herself at a small door. And there was a rusty key in the lock; she turned it, the door swung open; he sees - an old woman sits there in a small room at the spindle and diligently spins, yarn.
Hello, grandmother, - said the princess, - what are you doing here?
I'm spinning a strand, - the old woman answered and nodded her head.
And what is this thing that spins so merrily? - the girl asked, took the spindle and was about to take up the yarn too.
But as soon as she touched the spindle, the slander was fulfilled, and she pricked her finger with the spindle. And the moment she felt the sting, she fell on the bed that was in the chandelier and fell into a deep sleep.
And this dream spread throughout the castle; the king and queen, who had just returned home and entered the hall, also fell asleep, and with them all the courtiers, The horses in the stalls fell asleep, and the dogs in the yard, the pigeons on the roof, the flies on the walls; even the fire that burned in the oven, and he stopped and fell asleep, and the roast stopped hissing and frying, and the cook, who grabbed the cook by the hair because he did not see something, lowered him and also fell asleep. And the wind died down, and not a single leaf stirred on the trees near the castle.
And a thorny thicket began to grow around the castle; every year it became higher and higher and finally surrounded the entire castle. It grew higher than the castle itself, and in this thicket it became completely invisible, and even the flag on the tower could not be seen.
And the rumor went around the country about the beautiful sleeping princess, who was nicknamed Rosehip, and now different princes began to run into it from time to time and tried to get through the dense thicket to the castle. But this was impossible, since the thorns held tightly one by one, as if holding hands, and the young men became entangled in the thickets and, clinging to the thorns, could no longer escape from them and died a painful death.
After many and for long years a certain prince appeared again in that country, and he heard from one old man about a thorny thicket and about a castle where a fairy-tale beauty-princess, called Rosehip, has been sleeping for a hundred years now; and the king and queen and all the courtiers sleep with her. The old man also told him that he had heard from his grandfather that many princes had already come and tried to break through the thorny thicket, but they all remained there, clinging to the thorns, and died a miserable death. And then the young man said:
I'm not afraid of it, I want to go there and see beautiful princess Rosehip.
kind old man began to dissuade him not to go there, but he did not listen to his advice.
And by that time, just a hundred years had passed, and the day had come when Princess Rosehip was supposed to wake up again. The prince approached the thorny thicket, looked, sees - they grow there instead of thorns beautiful flowers- they themselves parted in front of him, and closed again, and again became a hedge. He saw in the yard horses and red hounds that were lying and sleeping; pigeons were sitting on the roof, hiding their heads under their wings. He entered the castle and saw that flies were sleeping on the wall, and the cook in the kitchen was still stretching out his hand, as if he was about to grab the cook's hair, and the cook was sitting in front of a black hen, which she was supposed to pluck.
At last he went up to the tower and opened the door of the little room where Rosehip was sleeping. She lay there and was so beautiful that he could not take his eyes off her; and he bent down to her and kissed her. And as soon as he touched her, Rosehip opened her eyes, woke up and looked kindly at him. And they went down together from the tower.
And then the king and queen and all the courtiers woke up, and they looked at each other in surprise. The horses in the yard got up and began to dust themselves off. Hounds jumped up and wagged their tails. The pigeons raised their heads on the roof, looked around and flew into the field. Flies began to crawl along the wall. The fire in the kitchen also rose, blazed, and began to cook dinner; the roast began to fry and sizzle again. And the cook gave such a slap to the cook that he screamed; and the cook began to quickly pluck the chicken.
And celebrated then magnificent wedding the prince with the queen Rosehip, and they lived happily until their death.
Many years ago there lived a king and a queen, and every day they said:
Oh, if only we had a child! “But they didn’t have any children.
It happened one day that the queen was sitting in the bath, and a frog crawled out of the water onto the shore and said to her:
Your wish will come true: not even a year will pass before you give birth to a daughter.
And what the frog said, then it happened - the queen gave birth to a girl, and she was so beautiful that the king did not know what to think of for his joy, and so he arranged a big feast. He summoned to this feast not only his relatives, friends and acquaintances, but also sorcerers, so that they would be merciful and supportive to his child. And there were thirteen of them in his kingdom; but since he had only twelve golden plates on which they were to eat, one of them remained uninvited.
The holiday was celebrated with great pomp, and at the end the witches gave the child wonderful gifts: one - virtue, the other - beauty, the third - wealth and everything that you could wish for in the world.
When eleven had already pronounced their predictions, the thirteenth suddenly appeared at the feast. She wanted revenge for not being invited. And so, without greeting anyone or looking at anyone, she exclaimed in a loud voice:
A princess in her fifteenth year must prick herself on a spindle and die from it!
And without another word, she turned and left the room. Everyone was frightened, but then the twelfth witch spoke, she had not yet said her wish; and since she was unable to reverse the evil spell, but could only soften it, she said:
But that will not be death, but only an age-old deep sleep into which the princess will fall.
The king, wishing to save his beloved daughter from misfortune, issued a decree: all the spindles in the whole kingdom should be burned.
So all the predictions given to the girl by the witches came true: she was so beautiful, so modest, affable and so reasonable that everyone who saw her involuntarily admired her.
It happened that on the day when she was fifteen years old, the king and queen were not at home and the girl was left alone in the castle. She went to wander throughout the castle, inspect the chambers and storerooms - whatever she likes; and she came at last to the old tower. She climbed the narrow winding stairs to that tower and found herself at a small door. And there was a rusty key in the lock; she turned it, the door swung open, and she saw that an old woman was sitting there in a small room by the spindle and diligently spinning yarn.
Hello, grandmother, - said the princess, - what are you doing here?
I'm spinning a strand, - the old woman answered and nodded her head.
And what is this thing that spins so merrily? - the girl asked, took the spindle and was about to take up the yarn too.
But as soon as she touched the spindle, the slander was fulfilled, and she pricked her finger with the spindle. And at the moment when she felt the prick, she fell on the bed that stood in the room, and plunged into a deep sleep.
And this dream spread throughout the castle; the king and queen, who had just returned home and entered the hall, also fell asleep, and with them all the courtiers. The horses in the stalls fell asleep, and the dogs in the yard, the pigeons on the roof, the flies on the walls; even the fire that burned in the oven, and he stopped and fell asleep, and the roast stopped hissing and frying, and the cook, who grabbed the cook by the hair because he did not see something, lowered him and also fell asleep. And the wind died down, and not a single leaf stirred on the trees near the castle.
And a thorny thicket began to grow around the castle; every year it became higher and higher and finally surrounded the entire castle. It grew higher than the castle itself, and in this thicket it became completely invisible, and even the flag on the tower could not be seen.
And the rumor went around the country about the beautiful sleeping princess, who was nicknamed Rosehip, and now different princes began to run into it from time to time and tried to get through the dense thicket to the castle. But this was impossible, since the thorns held tightly one by one, as if holding hands, and the young men became entangled in the thickets and, clinging to the thorns, could no longer escape from them and died a painful death.
After many, many years, a prince appeared again in that country, and he heard from an old man about a thorny thicket and about a castle where, for a hundred years now, a fabulous beauty-princess, nicknamed Rosehip, has been sleeping; and the king and queen and all the courtiers sleep with her. The old man also told him that he had heard from his grandfather that many princes had already come and tried to break through the thorny thicket, but they all remained there, clinging to the thorns, and died a miserable death. And then the young man said:
I'm not afraid of that, I want to go there and see the beautiful princess Rosehip.
The kind old man tried to dissuade him not to go there, but he did not listen to his advice.
And by that time, just a hundred years had passed, and the day had come when Princess Rosehip was supposed to wake up again. The prince approached the thorny thicket, looked, saw - beautiful flowers grow there instead of thorns - they themselves parted in front of him, and again closed, and again became a hedge. He saw in the yard horses and red hounds that were lying and sleeping; pigeons were sitting on the roof, hiding their heads under their wings. He entered the castle and saw that flies were sleeping on the wall, and the cook in the kitchen was still stretching out his hand, as if he was about to grab the cook's hair, and the cook was sitting in front of a black hen, which she was supposed to pluck.
At last he went up to the tower and opened the door of the little room where Rosehip was sleeping. She lay there and was so beautiful that he could not take his eyes off her; and he bent down to her and kissed her. And as soon as he touched her, Rosehip opened her eyes, woke up and looked kindly at him. And they went down together from the tower.
And then the king and queen and all the courtiers woke up, and they looked at each other in surprise. The horses in the yard got up and began to dust themselves off. Hounds jumped up and wagged their tails. The pigeons raised their heads on the roof, looked around and flew into the field. Flies began to crawl along the wall. The fire in the kitchen also rose, blazed, and began to cook dinner; the roast began to fry and sizzle again. And the cook gave such a slap to the cook that he screamed; and the cook began to quickly pluck the chicken.
And then they celebrated the magnificent wedding of the prince with the queen Rosehip, and they lived happily until their death.
Once upon a time there lived and there was a king and queen, and it happened that not a day, they used to say: "Oh, if only we had a child!" But they still didn't have children.
And then one day, when the queen was bathing, a frog crawled out of the water on the shore and said to the queen: "Your wish will be fulfilled: before the expiration of the year, your daughter will be born."
What the frog said, then it happened: the queen really gave birth to a daughter who was so pretty that the king did not remember himself for joy and started a magnificent holiday on this occasion.
He invited to the holiday not only his relatives, friends and acquaintances, but also all the witches, so that they would be kind and supportive to his child. There were thirteen of these witches in that kingdom, but since the king had only twelve golden plates on which they were to serve food, one of them had to be left out.
The holiday was celebrated magnificently, and when it was already over, the sorceresses gave the child various wonderful gifts: one - virtue, the other - beauty, the third - wealth and everything, everything that one could wish for on earth.
When eleven sorceresses had already expressed their wishes, the thirteenth suddenly entered. She came to take revenge on the king and queen for not being invited to the feast; and, bowing to no one and not looking at anyone, she loudly shouted: "The princess in her fifteenth year will prick herself with a spindle and immediately fall dead." And without adding another word, she turned and left the room. Everyone was terribly frightened by this; but now the twelfth sorceress stepped forward, who had not yet had time to express her desire, and since she could not cancel the evil desire of her predecessor, but was only able to soften it, she said: “The princess will fall dead, but will not die, but will only sink into a deep, unawakened sleep that will last a hundred years."
The king, of course, wanted to protect his dear child from the predicted terrible misfortune, and therefore issued such a decree that all the spindles in his entire kingdom were burned.
Meanwhile, the gifts of witches began to gradually manifest themselves in the young princess: she was both beautiful, and modest, and affectionate, and reasonable, so that she fell in love with everyone who saw her.
It happened one day (precisely on the day when she turned fifteen years old) that the king and queen were not at home and the princess was left all alone in the whole castle. So she went, she wandered everywhere, began to inspect the rooms and all sorts of closets that she liked, and finally came to one old tower.
Climbing into this tower along a narrow winding staircase, she went to a low door. There was a rusty key sticking out of the door-hole, and when she turned it, the door swung open in front of her and there she saw an old woman in a small room, who was diligently spinning flax, quickly turning the spindle between her fingers.
"Hello, grandmother," said the princess, "what are you doing here?" - "But you see: I'm spinning," the old woman answered and nodded her head to the princess. "And what is this little thing that spins so merrily?" - asked the princess, took the spindle in her hands and also wanted to spin.
But as soon as she touched the spindle, the magic spell came true: the princess pricked her finger with the spindle and at the same moment fell on the bed that stood in this small room and fell into a deep sleep.
This dream engulfed the whole castle: the king and queen, who had just returned home and entered the hall, began to fall asleep little by little, and all their courtiers fell asleep at the same time. The horses in the stall also fell asleep, and the dogs in the yard, and the pigeons on the roof, and the flies on the walls, and even the fire that burned on the hearth, as it were, froze, and the roast that was roasting on the fire stopped sizzling, and the cook who grabbed it the cook by the hair for some kind of offense, let go of his hair from his hand and fell asleep.
And the wind also subsided, and not a single leaf moved on the trees in front of the castle ...
And around the castle, little by little, an impenetrably dense hedge of blackthorn began to grow, and every year it rose higher and higher and finally surrounded the whole castle, and even outgrew it so much that not only the castle was not visible because of it, but even flag on its roof.
In the whole surrounding country, however, there was a rumor about the sleeping beauty-princess, who was nicknamed Rosehip; wherefore, from time to time the princes came and tried to penetrate through that fence into the castle.
But this turned out to be impossible, because the thorn bush, intertwined, stood like a solid wall, and the young men who tried to break through it, clung to it, could no longer get out of it and died a needless death.
Many, many years later, another prince came in that direction and heard from an old man a story about a fence of thorns and that behind this fence there must be a castle in which for a hundred years in a row a marvelous beauty has been lying in a deep sleep - the princess, nicknamed Rosehip, and beside her, immersed in the same sleep, both the king and the queen, and their entire court, sleep.
The old man had heard from his grandfather that many princes came and tried to get through the thorn hedge, that they got stuck in it and met premature death.
But the young man said: "I'm not afraid of this, I want to go there and I want to see the beautiful princess." And no matter how the old man dissuaded him, the prince did not heed his words.
In the meantime, a hundred years had passed, and that very day had come on which Rosehipovnichka was supposed to wake up from his long sleep.
When the young prince approached the hedge, instead of the blackthorn, he saw a multitude of large, beautiful flowers, which of themselves parted so much that he could pass through this hedge unharmed, and behind him they again closed in an impenetrable wall.
In the courtyard of the castle, he saw horses and hounds of hunting dogs, which were lying and sleeping; pigeons were sitting on the roof, their heads tucked under their wings, and they were also sleeping. And when he entered the house, there were flies sleeping on the wall, the cook in the kitchen was still stretching out his hand in his sleep to the boy he was about to grab by the hair, and the maid was sitting sleepily in front of the black hen that she was to pluck.
Finally, he approached the old tower and opened the door of a small closet in which the beautiful princess slept. And she seemed to him so beautiful that he could not take his eyes off her, leaned towards her and kissed her.
As soon as his lips in a kiss touched the lips of the princess, she opened her eyes, woke up and looked affectionately at the prince.
And they descended from the top of the tower down hand in hand - and what? And the king awoke from his sleep, and the queen, and all their courtiers, and looked at each other in amazement. And the horses in the yard sprang to their feet and shook themselves; and the dogs got up and began wagging their tails; and the doves on the roof started, looked around and flew into the field. Flies crawled along the walls; and the fire in the kitchen blazed again and began to cook food; and the roast sizzled on the spit; and the cook threw a healthy slap in the face at the cook, so that he roared; and the maid cleaned the black hen.
It was then that the wedding of the prince and the beautiful queen was celebrated, and they lived in full contentment until their death.
Many years ago there lived a king and a queen, and every day they said:
Oh, if only we had a child! “But they didn’t have any children.
It happened one day that the queen was sitting in the bath and a frog crawled out of the water onto the shore and said to her:
Your wish will come true: not even a year will pass before you give birth to a daughter.
And what the frog said, then it happened - the queen gave birth to a girl, and she was so beautiful that the king did not know what to think of for his joy, and so he arranged a big feast. He summoned to this feast not only his relatives, friends and acquaintances, but also sorcerers, so that they would be merciful and supportive to his child. And there were thirteen of them in his kingdom; but since he had only twelve golden plates on which they were to eat, one of them remained uninvited. The holiday was celebrated with great pomp, and at the end the witches gave the child wonderful gifts: one - virtue, the other - beauty, the third - wealth and everything that you could wish for in the world.
When eleven had already pronounced their predictions, the thirteenth suddenly appeared at the feast. She wanted revenge for not being invited. And so, without greeting anyone or looking at anyone, she exclaimed in a loud voice:
A princess in her fifteenth year must prick herself on a spindle and die from it!
And without another word, she turned and left the room. Everyone was frightened, but then the twelfth witch spoke, she had not yet said her wish; and since she was unable to reverse the evil spell, but could only soften it, she said:
But that will not be death, but only an age-old deep sleep into which the princess will fall.
The king, wishing to save his beloved daughter from misfortune, issued a decree: all the spindles in the whole kingdom should be burned.
So all the predictions given to the girl by the witches came true: she was so beautiful, so modest, affable and so reasonable that everyone who saw her involuntarily admired her.
It happened that on the day when she was fifteen years old, the king and queen were not at home, and the girl was left alone in the castle. She went to wander throughout the castle, to inspect the chambers and storerooms - whatever she wanted; and she came at last to the old tower. She climbed the narrow winding stairs to that tower and found herself at a small door. And there was a rusty key in the lock; she turned it, the door swung open, and she saw that an old woman was sitting there in a small room by the spindle and diligently spinning yarn.
Hello, grandmother, - said the princess, - what are you doing here?
I'm spinning a strand, - the old woman answered and nodded her head.
And what is this thing that spins so merrily? - the girl asked, took the spindle and was about to take up the yarn too.
But as soon as she touched the spindle, the slander was fulfilled, and she pricked her finger with the spindle. And at the moment when she felt the prick, she fell on the bed that stood in the room, and plunged into a deep sleep.
And this dream spread throughout the castle; the king and queen, who had just returned home and entered the hall, also fell asleep, and with them all the courtiers. The horses in the stalls fell asleep, and the dogs in the yard, the pigeons on the roof, the flies on the walls; even the fire blazing in the oven, and he froze and fell asleep, and the roast stopped hissing and frying, and the cook, who had grabbed the cook by the hair because he overlooked something, let him go and fell asleep too. And the wind died down, and not a single leaf stirred on the trees near the castle.
And a thorny thicket began to grow around the castle; every year it became higher and higher and finally surrounded the whole castle. It grew higher than the castle itself, and in this thicket it became completely invisible, and even the flag on the tower could not be seen.
And the rumor went around the country about the beautiful sleeping princess, who was nicknamed Rosehip, and now different princes began to run into it from time to time and tried to get through the dense thicket to the castle. But this was impossible, since the thorns held tightly one by one, as if holding hands, and the young men became entangled in the thickets, and, clinging to the thorns, could no longer escape from them, and died a painful death.
After many, many years, a prince appeared again in that country, and he heard from one old man about a thorny thicket and about a castle where, for a hundred years now, the fabulous beauty princess, nicknamed Rosehip, has been sleeping; and the king and queen and all the courtiers sleep with her. The old man also told him that he had heard from his grandfather that many princes had already come and tried to break through the thorny thicket, but they all remained there, clinging to the thorns, and died a miserable death.
Many years ago there lived a king and a queen, and every day they said:
Oh, if only we had a child! “But they didn’t have any children.
It happened one day that the queen was sitting in the bath and a frog crawled out of the water onto the shore and said to her:
Your wish will come true: not even a year will pass before you give birth to a daughter.
And what the frog said, then it happened - the queen gave birth to a girl, and she was so beautiful that the king did not know what to think of for his joy, and so he arranged a big feast. He summoned to this feast not only his relatives, friends and acquaintances, but also sorcerers, so that they would be merciful and supportive to his child. And there were thirteen of them in his kingdom; but since he had only twelve golden plates on which they were to eat, one of them remained uninvited. The holiday was celebrated with great pomp, and at the end the witches gave the child wonderful gifts: one - virtue, the other - beauty, the third - wealth and everything that you could wish for in the world.
When eleven had already pronounced their predictions, the thirteenth suddenly appeared at the feast. She wanted revenge for not being invited. And so, without greeting anyone or looking at anyone, she exclaimed in a loud voice:
A princess in her fifteenth year must prick herself on a spindle and die from it!
And without another word, she turned and left the room. Everyone was frightened, but then the twelfth witch spoke, she had not yet said her wish; and since she was unable to reverse the evil spell, but could only soften it, she said:
But that will not be death, but only an age-old deep sleep into which the princess will fall.
The king, wishing to save his beloved daughter from misfortune, issued a decree: all the spindles in the whole kingdom should be burned.
So all the predictions given to the girl by the witches came true: she was so beautiful, so modest, affable and so reasonable that everyone who saw her involuntarily admired her.
It happened that on the day when she was fifteen years old, the king and queen were not at home and the girl was left alone in the castle. She went to wander throughout the castle, to inspect the chambers and storerooms - whatever she wanted; and she came at last to the old tower. She climbed the narrow winding stairs to that tower and found herself at a small door. And there was a rusty key in the lock; she turned it, the door swung open, and she saw that an old woman was sitting there in a small room by the spindle and diligently spinning yarn.
Hello, grandmother, - says the princess, - what are you doing here?
I'm spinning a strand, - the old woman answered and nodded her head.
And what is this thing that spins so merrily? - the girl asked, took the spindle and wanted to take up the yarn too.
But as soon as she touched the spindle, the slander was fulfilled, and she pricked her finger with the spindle. And at the moment when she felt the prick, she fell on the bed that stood in the room, and plunged into a deep sleep.
And this dream spread throughout the castle; the king and queen, who had just returned home and entered the hall, also fell asleep, and with them all the courtiers. The horses in the stalls fell asleep, and the dogs in the yard, the pigeons on the roof, the flies on the walls; even the fire blazing in the oven, and he froze and fell asleep, and the roast stopped hissing and frying, and the cook, who had grabbed the cook by the hair because he overlooked something, let him go and fell asleep too. And the wind died down, and not a single leaf stirred on the trees near the castle.
And a thorny thicket began to grow around the castle; every year it became higher and higher and finally surrounded the whole castle. It grew higher than the castle itself, and in this thicket it became completely invisible, and even the flag on the tower could not be seen.
And the rumor went around the country about the beautiful sleeping princess, who was nicknamed Rosehip, and now different princes began to run into it from time to time, and they tried to get through the dense thicket to the castle. But this was impossible, since the thorns held tightly one by one, as if holding hands, and the young men became entangled in the thickets, and, clinging to the thorns, could no longer escape from them, and died a painful death.
After many, many years, a prince appeared again in that country, and he heard from one old man about a thorny thicket and about a castle where, for a hundred years now, the fabulous beauty princess, nicknamed Rosehip, has been sleeping; and the king and queen and all the courtiers sleep with her. The old man also told him that he had heard from his grandfather that many princes had already come and tried to break through the thorny thicket, but they all remained there, clinging to the thorns, and died a miserable death. And then the young man said:
I'm not afraid of that, I want to go there and see the beautiful princess Rosehip.
The kind old man tried to dissuade him not to go there, but he did not listen to his advice.
And by that time, just a hundred years had passed, and the day had come when Princess Rosehip was supposed to wake up again. The prince approached the thorny thicket, looked, saw - beautiful flowers grow there instead of thorns, they themselves parted in front of him, and again closed, and again became a hedge. He saw in the yard horses and red hounds that were lying and sleeping; pigeons were sitting on the roof, hiding their heads under their wings. He entered the castle and saw that flies were sleeping on the wall, and the cook in the kitchen was still stretching out his hand, as if he was about to grab the cook's hair, and the cook was sitting in front of a black hen, which she was supposed to pluck.
At last he went up to the tower and opened the door of the little room where Rosemary slept. She lay there and was so beautiful that he could not take his eyes off her; and he bent down to her and kissed her. And as soon as he touched her, Rosehip opened her eyes, woke up and looked kindly at him. And they went down together from the tower.
And then the king and queen and all the courtiers woke up, and they looked at each other in surprise. The horses in the yard got up and began to dust themselves off. Hounds jumped up and wagged their tails. The pigeons raised their heads on the roof, looked around and flew into the field. Flies began to crawl along the wall. The fire in the kitchen also rose, blazed, and began to cook dinner; the roast began to fry and sizzle again. And the cook gave such a slap to the cook that he screamed; and the cook began to quickly pluck the chicken.
And then they celebrated the magnificent wedding of the prince with the queen Rosehip, and they lived happily until their death.
