In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived and was a king with a queen; he had three sons - all young, single, such daredevils that they can neither tell in a fairy tale nor write with a pen; the youngest was named Ivan Tsarevich. The king says to them this word: “My dear children, take an arrow for yourself, pull tight bows and let them go in different directions; on whose yard the arrow falls, marry there.” The older brother fired an arrow - it fell on the boyar yard, right against the maiden's tower; the middle brother let go - an arrow flew to the merchant in the yard and stopped at the red porch, and on that porch stood the soul-maiden, the merchant's daughter; the younger brother let go - an arrow hit a dirty swamp, and a frog frog picked it up. Ivan Tsarevich says: “How can I take a frog for myself? Quakusha is no match for me!” - “Take it! - the king answers him. “Know that this is your fate.”
Here the princes got married: the eldest on a hawthorn tree, the middle one on a merchant's daughter, and Ivan Tsarevich on a frog. The king calls them and orders: “So that your wives bake soft white bread for me by tomorrow.” Ivan Tsarevich returned to his chambers, unhappy, hanging his head below his shoulders. “Kva-kva, Ivan Tsarevich! Why did he become so twisted? the frog asks him. “Al heard an unpleasant word from his father?” - “How can I not be twisted? My sovereign father ordered you to make soft white bread by tomorrow. “Don’t grieve, prince! Go to sleep, rest; The morning is wiser than the evening!" She put the prince to sleep and threw off her frog skin - and turned into a girl-soul, Vasilisa the Wise; went out onto the red porch and shouted in a loud voice: “Nannies! Gather, equip, prepare soft white bread, which I ate, ate at my dear father.
The next morning, Ivan Tsarevich woke up, the frog's bread had been ready for a long time - and so glorious that you can’t think of it, you can’t imagine it, you can only say it in a fairy tale! The bread is decorated with various tricks, royal cities and with outposts are visible on the sides.
The tsar thanked Ivan Tsarevich on that bread and immediately gave the order to his three sons: “So that your wives weave me a carpet in a single night.” Tsarevich Ivan returned, unhappy, hanging his head below his shoulders. “Kva-kva, Ivan Tsarevich! Why did he become so twisted? Al heard from his father a harsh, unpleasant word? - “How can I not be twisted? My sovereign, father, ordered to weave a silk carpet for him in a single night. “Don’t grieve, prince! Go to sleep, rest; The morning is wiser than the evening!" She put him to bed, and she shed off the frog skin - and turned into a girl-soul, Vasilisa the Wise; went out onto the red porch and shouted in a loud voice: “Nannies! Get ready, get ready to weave a silk carpet - so that it is like the one on which I sat at my dear father!
As said, so done. The next morning Ivan Tsarevich woke up, the wah's carpet was ready for a long time - and so wonderful that you can’t think of it, you can’t guess, except in a fairy tale. The carpet is decorated with gold-silver, cunning patterns. The tsar thanked Ivan Tsarevich on that carpet and immediately gave a new order for all three princes to come to him for a review along with their wives. Again Tsarevich Ivan returned, unhappy, hanging his head below his shoulders. “Kva-kva, Ivan Tsarevich! Why are you twisting? Did Ali hear an unfriendly word from his father? - “How can I not be twisted? My sovereign father ordered that I come with you to the review; How can I show you to people! “Don’t grieve, prince! Go alone to visit the king, and I will follow you, when you hear a knock and thunder - say: this is my frog in a box.
Here the older brothers came to the review with their wives, dressed up, undressed; they stand and laugh at Ivan Tsarevich: “Why, brother, did you come without a wife? At least bring it in a handkerchief! Where did you find this beauty? Tea, all the swamps came out? Suddenly there was a great knock and thunder - the whole palace shook; the guests were greatly frightened, jumped up from their seats and did not know what to do; and Ivan Tsarevich says: “Do not be afraid, gentlemen! This is my frog in a box arrived. A gilded carriage flew up to the royal porch, harnessed to six horses, and Vasilisa the Wise came out of there - such a beauty that you can’t think of it, you can’t imagine it, you can only tell in a fairy tale! She took Ivan Tsarevich by the hand and led him to the oak tables, to the linen tablecloths.
The guests began to eat, drink, have fun; Vasilisa the Wise drank from the glass and poured out the last of her left sleeve; she ate a swan and hid the bones behind her right sleeve. The wives of the senior princes saw her tricks, let's do the same for ourselves. After Vasilisa the Wise went to dance with Ivan Tsarevich, she waved her left hand - a lake became, waved her right hand - and white swans swam on the water; the king and guests were amazed.
And the older daughters-in-law went to dance, waved their left hands - splashed, waved their right - the king hit the bone right in the eye! The king got angry and sent them away dishonestly.
Meanwhile, Ivan Tsarevich seized a moment, ran home, found a frog skin and burned it on a big fire. Vasilisa the Wise arrives; What have you done? If you had waited a little, I would have been yours forever; and now goodbye! Look for me beyond distant lands, in the distant kingdom - at Koshchei the Immortal. She turned into a white swan and flew out the window.
Ivan Tsarevich wept bitterly, prayed to God on all four sides, and went wherever his eyes looked. Whether he was walking close, far, long, short, an old old man came across to meet him: “Hello,” he says, “good fellow! What are you looking for, where are you going?
The prince told him his misfortune. “Oh, Ivan Tsarevich! Why did you burn the frog's skin? You didn’t put it on, it wasn’t for you to take it off! Vasilisa the Wise was born more cunning, wiser than her father; he was angry with her for that and ordered her to be a frog for three years. Here is a ball for you; wherever he rolls - follow him boldly.
Ivan Tsarevich thanked the old man and went to fetch the ball. He walks through an open field, he comes across a bear. “Give,” he says, “I will kill the beast!” And the bear proclaimed to him: “Do not beat me, Ivan Tsarevich! Someday I'll be nice to you." He goes on, looking, - and a drake flies over him; The prince took aim with his gun, was about to shoot the bird, when suddenly it proclaimed in a human voice: “Do not beat me, Ivan Tsarevich! I'll be nice to you." He took pity and moved on. A slanting hare runs; the prince again took aim, and the hare proclaimed to him in a human voice: “Do not hit me, Ivan Tsarevich! I'll be nice to you." Ivan Tsarevich took pity and went on - to the blue sea, he sees - a pike-fish lies on the sand, dies.
“Ah, Ivan Tsarevich,” proclaimed the pike, “have pity on me, let me into the sea.” He threw her into the sea and went along the shore.
How long, how short - rolled a ball to the hut; there is a hut on chicken legs, turning around. Ivan Tsarevich says: “The hut, the hut! Stand in the old way, as your mother put - to me in front, and to the sea with your back. The hut turned its back to the sea, its front to it. The prince went into it and sees: on the stove, on the ninth brick, lies a Baba Yaga with a bone leg, her nose has grown into the ceiling, snot hangs over the threshold, her tits are wrapped on a hook, she sharpens her teeth. “Goy thou, good fellow! Why did you complain to me?" - Baba Yaga asks Ivan Tsarevich. "Oh, you old bastard! Before me, a good fellow, you would have fed and watered me, evaporated in the bathhouse, and then you would have asked.
Baba Yaga fed him, gave him drink, evaporated him in the bath; and the prince told her that he was looking for his wife Vasilisa the Wise. “Ah, I know! Baba Yaga said. - She is now with Koshchei the Deathless; it’s hard to get it, it’s not easy to deal with Koshchei: his death is at the end of a needle, that needle is in an egg, that egg is in a duck, that duck is in a hare, that hare is in a chest, and the chest stands on a tall oak, and that Koschei tree, like its own eye, protects ".
Yaga pointed out in what place this oak grows; Ivan Tsarevich came there and did not know what to do, how to get the chest? Suddenly, it didn’t come from anywhere - a bear came running and uprooted the tree; the chest fell and shattered to pieces, a hare ran out of the chest and took off at full speed; lo and behold, another hare was chasing him, overtook him, grabbed him and tore him to shreds. A duck flew out of the hare and rose high, high; flies, and the drake rushed after her, as soon as it hit her - the duck immediately dropped the egg, and that egg fell into the sea. Ivan Tsarevich, seeing the inevitable misfortune, burst into tears; suddenly a pike swims up to the shore and holds an egg in its teeth; he took that egg, broke it, took out a needle and broke off the tip: no matter how much Koschey fought, no matter how much he rushed about in all directions, but he had to die! Ivan Tsarevich went to Koshchei's house, took Vasilisa the Wise and returned home. After that they lived together and happily ever after.
In the old days, one king had three sons. So, when the sons became old, the king gathered them and said:
My dear sons, while I am still young, I would like to marry you, to look at your children, at my grandchildren.
Sons answer their father:
So, father, bless. Who would you like us to marry?
Here's what, sons, take an arrow, go out into the open field and shoot: where the arrows fall, there is your fate.
The sons bowed to their father, took an arrow, went out into the open field, pulled their bows and fired.
At the eldest son, the arrow fell on the boyar court, the boyar daughter raised the arrow. An arrow fell on the wide merchant's yard of the middle son, and the merchant's daughter picked it up.
And at the youngest son, Ivan Tsarevich, the arrow rose and flew away he did not know where. So he walked, walked, reached the swamp, he sees - a frog is sitting, picked up his arrow. Ivan Tsarevich says to her:
Frog, frog, give me my arrow. And the frog answers him:
Marry me!
What are you, how can I take a frog as my wife?
Take it, know that this is your fate.
Tsarevich Ivan twirled. Nothing to do, took the frog, brought home. The tsar played three weddings: he married his eldest son to a boyar's daughter, the middle one to a merchant's, and the unfortunate Ivan Tsarevich to a frog.
So the king called his sons:
I want to see which of your wives is the best needlewoman. Let them sew me a shirt by tomorrow.
The sons bowed to their father and left.
Ivan Tsarevich comes home, sits down and hangs his head. The frog, jumping on the floor, asks him:
What, Ivan Tsarevich, hung his head? Or grief?
Father, he ordered you to sew a shirt by tomorrow. The frog replies:
Do not grieve, Ivan Tsarevich, go to bed better, the morning is wiser than the evening.
Ivan Tsarevich went to bed, and the frog jumped onto the porch, threw off the frog skin and turned into Vasilisa the Wise, such a beauty that you can’t tell in a fairy tale.
Vasilisa the Wise clapped her hands and shouted:
Moms, nannies, get ready, get ready! Sew me by the morning such a shirt as I saw at my dear father.
Ivan Tsarevich woke up in the morning, the frog, again jumping on the floor, and already the shirt was on the table, wrapped in a towel. Ivan Tsarevich was delighted, took the shirt and carried it to his father. The king at that time accepted gifts from his big sons. The eldest son unfolded the shirt, the king accepted it and said:
This shirt, in a black hut to wear. The middle son unfolded his shirt, the king said:
In it, only go to the bath.
Ivan Tsarevich unfolded a shirt adorned with gold and silver, cunning patterns. The king just looked
Well, this is a shirt - to wear it on a holiday. The brothers went home - those two - and they judge among themselves:
No, apparently, we were in vain laughing at the wife of Ivan Tsarevich: she is not a frog, but some kind of cunning ... The king again called his sons:
Let your wives bake bread for me by tomorrow. I want to know which cooks better.
Ivan Tsarevich hung his head, came home. The frog asks him:
What's twisted? He answers:
We must bake bread for the king by tomorrow.
Do not grieve, Ivan Tsarevich, better go to bed, morning is wiser than evening.
And those daughters-in-law, at first they laughed at the frog, and now they sent one old backyard grandmother to see how the frog would bake bread.
The frog is cunning, she realized it. Kneaded sour; the stove broke from above and right there, into the hole, the whole kneading pot and overturned it. The backyard grandmother ran to the royal daughters-in-law; She told everything, and they began to do the same.
And the frog jumped onto the porch, turned into Vasilisa the Wise, clapped her hands:
Moms, nannies, get ready, get ready! Bake me soft white bread in the morning, which I ate at my dear father.
Ivan Tsarevich woke up in the morning, and already on the table lies bread, decorated with various tricks: printed patterns on the sides, cities with outposts on top.
Ivan Tsarevich was delighted, wrapped the bread in his fly, carried it to his father. And the king at that time accepted bread from his big sons. Their wives put the dough into the oven, as the backyard grandmother told them, and all they got out was burnt mud. The king accepted the bread from his eldest son, looked at it and sent it to the servants' room. Received from the middle son and sent it there. And as Ivan Tsarevich filed, the tsar said:
This is bread, only eat it on a holiday. And the king ordered his three sons to come to him tomorrow for a feast together with their wives.
Again Tsarevich Ivan returned home unhappy, hung his head below his shoulders. Frog jumping on the floor:
Kva, kva, Ivan Tsarevich, why are you spinning? Or did you hear an unfriendly word from the priest?
Frog, frog, how can I not grieve! Father ordered me to come with you to the feast, but how can I show you to people?
The frog replies:
Do not grieve, Ivan Tsarevich, go to the feast alone, and I will follow you. When you hear a knock and thunder, do not be afraid. They will ask you, say: "This is my frog, he is going in a box."
Ivan Tsarevich went alone. Here the older brothers arrived with their wives, dressed up, undressed, rouged, sullen. They stand and laugh at Ivan Tsarevich:
Why did you come without a wife? At least bring it in a handkerchief. Where did you find such a beauty? Tea, all the swamps came out.
The king with his sons, with his daughters-in-law, with the guests sat down at the oak tables, feasted at the tablecloths. Suddenly there was a knock and thunder, the whole palace shook. The guests were frightened, jumped up from their seats, and Ivan Tsarevich said:
Do not be afraid, honest guests: this is my frog, she arrived in a box.
A gilded carriage with six white horses flew up to the royal porch, and Vasilisa the Wise came out of there: frequent stars on an azure dress, a clear moon on her head, such a beauty - neither think nor guess, just say in a fairy tale. She takes Ivan Tsarevich by the hand and leads him to the oak tables, to the tablecloths.
The guests began to eat, drink, and have fun. Vasilisa the Wise drank from the glass and poured out the last of her left sleeve. She took a bite of a swan and bones, threw it by the right sleeve.
The wives of the big princes saw her tricks and let's do the same.
They drank, ate, it was the turn to dance. Vasilisa the Wise picked up Ivan Tsarevich and went. Already she danced, danced, twirled, twirled - to everyone's wonder. She waved her left sleeve - suddenly there was a lake, she waved her right sleeve - white swans swam across the lake. The king and guests were amazed.
And the older daughters-in-law went to dance: they waved their sleeves - they only splashed the guests, they waved to others - only the bones scattered, one bone hit the king in the eye. The king became angry and sent both daughters-in-law away.
At that time, Ivan Tsarevich left quietly, ran home, found frog skin there and threw it into the oven, burned it on fire.
Vasilisa the Wise returns home, missed - there is no frog skin. She sat down on a bench, became sad, depressed, and said to Ivan Tsarevich:
Ah, Ivan Tsarevich, what have you done! If you had only waited three more days, I would have been yours forever. Now goodbye. Look for me beyond distant lands, in the distant kingdom, at Koshchei the Deathless...
Vasilisa the Wise turned into a gray cuckoo and flew out the window. Ivan Tsarevich wept, wept, bowed to four sides and went wherever his eyes looked - to look for his wife, Vasilisa the Wise. Whether he walked close, whether far, whether for a long time, whether it was short, he carried his boots, he wore out his caftan, the rain dried up his cap. He comes across an old man.
Hello, good fellow! What are you looking for, where are you going?
Ivan Tsarevich told him about his misfortune. The old man says to him:
Eh, Ivan Tsarevich; why did you burn frog skin? You didn't put it on, you didn't have to take it off. Vasilisa the Wise was born wiser, wiser than her father. He got angry at her for that and ordered her to be a frog for three years. Well, there’s nothing to do, here’s a ball for you: wherever it rolls, go there and boldly follow it.
Ivan Tsarevich thanked the old man and went after the ball. The ball rolls, he follows him. In an open field he comes across a bear. Ivan Tsarevich set his sights, he wants to kill the beast. And the bear says to him in a human voice:
Do not beat me, Ivan Tsarevich, someday I will come in handy for you.
Ivan Tsarevich took pity on the bear, did not shoot him, and went on. Look, a drake flies over him. He took aim, and the drake tells him in a human voice:
Don't beat me, Ivan Tsarevich! I'll be useful to you, He took pity on the drake and moved on. A slanting hare is running. Ivan Tsarevich again caught himself, he wants to shoot at him, and the hare says in a human voice:
Do not kill me, Ivan Tsarevich, I will be useful to you. He took pity on the hare and moved on. He approaches the blue sea and sees - on the shore, on the sand, a pike lies, barely breathing and says to him:
Why, good fellow, came to me? Baba Yaga tells him. - Are you trying the case or are you whining from the case?
Ivan Tsarevich answers her:
Oh, you old grunt, you should have given me a drink, fed me, boiled me in a bath, then you would have asked.
Baba Yaga evaporated him in the bath, gave him drink, fed him, put him to bed, and Ivan Tsarevich told her that he was looking for his wife, Vasilisa the Wise.
I know, I know, - Baba Yaga tells him, - your wife is now with Koshchei the Deathless. It will be difficult to get it, it is not easy to deal with Koshchei: his death is at the end of the needle, that needle is in the egg, the egg is in the duck, the duck is in the hare, that hare is sitting in a stone chest, and the chest is on a tall oak, and that oak of Koschei the Immortal, like save your eye.
Ivan Tsarevich spent the night with Baba Yaga, and in the morning she showed him where a tall oak tree grows. How long, how short, did Ivan Tsarevich get there, he sees - he is standing, a tall oak is rustling, there is a state chest on it, but it is difficult to get it.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a bear came running and uprooted the oak. The chest fell and broke. A hare jumped out of the chest - and ran away at full speed. And another hare is chasing him, overtook him and tore him to shreds. And a duck flew out of the hare, rose high, under the very sky. Look, a drake rushed at her, as soon as it hit her - the duck dropped the egg, the egg fell into the blue sea.
Then Ivan Tsarevich burst into bitter tears - where can you find an egg in the sea! Suddenly a pike swims up to the shore and holds an egg in its teeth. Ivan Tsarevich broke an egg, took out a needle and let's break the end of it. He breaks, and Koschei the Deathless beats, rushes about. No matter how much Koshchei fought and rushed about, Ivan Tsarevich broke the end of the needle, Koshchei had to die.
Ivan Tsarevich went to the white-stone Koshcheev chambers. Vasilisa the Wise ran out to him and kissed him on the sugary lips. Ivan Tsarevich and Vasilisa the Wise returned home and lived happily ever after until old age.
Readers really like it, primarily because of the main character and the magic doll, who helped her in everything. They are especially attracted by Vasilisa's journey to Baba Yaga and the description of her possessions.
Vasilisa is seen as a Russian beauty with a long blond braid, blue eyes, ruddy, friendly. She is wearing a green sundress, decorated with intricate embroidery, a cherished doll in her pocket, and some needlework in her hands. But the girl is good not only in her face: she is hardworking, patient, and respects her elders. In addition, she is also a needlewoman: she wove such a thin canvas that it can be threaded into a needle, and no one except her can sew shirts from this fabric ... So, she was so nicknamed not only for her beauty.
The stepmother and her daughters disliked Vasilisa. She is more beautiful than them, and suitors constantly woo her, and no one pays attention to her stepmother's daughters. Vasilisa easily copes with any work, and it only benefits her. She humbly accepts everything that is entrusted to her, does not contradict anything. This is what infuriates envious women.
According to the text: "... her stepmother and sisters envied her beauty, tormented her with all kinds of work, so that she would lose weight from labor, and turn black from the wind and sun - there was no life at all!"
Analysis of the fairy tale "Ivan the Peasant's Son and Miracle Yudo"
| Artist Mitya Ryzhikov |
Let us recall the main characters of the fairy tale "Ivan the Peasant's Son and Miracle Yudo": Ivan, brothers, Miracle Yudo.
Why do you think, if there are three brothers, only one is mentioned in the title, only he has a name?
Only one of the brothers fought with Miracle Yud, which is why he is named in the title.
And the name he has one is not accidental. In ancient times, a name had to be earned by some act, and until a certain time, children had no names, only after reaching the age of 11-12 years, tests were arranged for them, in which everyone could prove themselves. That's when they got their names. In the tale, we probably find a reflection of this ancient custom. The older brothers did not show themselves in anything special, therefore they remain nameless ...
The hero of the tale, in addition to his name, also has a nickname - a peasant's son. And this nickname sounds almost like a patronymic. After all, they used to introduce themselves like this: Ivan, Petrov's son, or Andrei, Sergeev's son, etc. From here, by the way, the surnames appeared later. Ivan is called a peasant's son - which means it is important that he is from the peasants.
In legends, two main thematic groups can be distinguished: historical and toponymic legends. The first tells about the events and persons who left a mark in the memory of the people, the second - about the founding of cities, the origin of the names of settlements, places, rivers.
Fairy tale "Moth"
He looked around: the flowers sat quietly on their stems, as befits young ladies who have not yet been married. But it was terribly difficult to choose, so many of them grew here.
The moth was tired of thinking, and he fluttered to the field daisy. The French call her Margarita and assure that she knows how to tell fortunes, and she really knows how to tell fortunes. The lovers take it and tear off petal after petal, saying: "Does she love? Does she not love?" - or something like that. Everyone asks in their native language. So the moth also turned to the chamomile, but did not cut off the petals, but kissed them, believing that it is always better to take with affection.
Outside the city, by the road, stood a dacha. Are you sure you saw her? In front of her is a small garden, surrounded by a painted wooden lattice.
Not far from the dacha, by the very ditch, chamomile grew in soft green grass. The sun's rays warmed and caressed her along with the luxurious flowers that bloomed in the flowerbeds in front of the cottage, and our chamomile grew by leaps and bounds. One fine morning, it blossomed completely - yellow, round, like the sun, its heart was surrounded by the radiance of dazzling white small rays-petals. Chamomile did not care at all that she was such a poor, unpretentious flower that no one sees or notices in the thick grass; no, she was pleased with everything, greedily reached for the sun, admired it and listened to the lark singing somewhere high, high in the sky.
Chamomile was so cheerful and happy, as if today was Sunday, but in fact it was only Monday; while all the children sat quietly on the school benches and learned from their mentors, our chamomile also sat quietly on its stalk and learned from the clear sun and from all the surrounding nature, learned to know the goodness of God.
In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived and was a king with a queen; they had three sons, such daredevils that one cannot say in a fairy tale, nor describe with a pen. The youngest was named Ivan Tsarevich. As the sons grew in age, the king gathered them and said:
- That's it, sons, it's time for you to get married, take each arrow, go out into the open field, pull tight bows and shoot in different directions. Where whose arrow falls, look for a wife there.
The arrow of the elder brother fell on the boyar court, her boyar daughter picked it up and gave it to the prince. The arrow of the middle brother flew to the wide merchant's yard, the merchant's young daughter gave him an arrow. The younger brother fired his arrow - the arrow flew off no one knows where. So he walked and walked, reached a dirty swamp and sees a frog-frog sitting on a hummock and holding his arrow.
Ivan Tsarevich returned to his father and said to him:
- What should I do? I can't take a frog for myself! A century to live is not a field to cross. The frog is no match for me.
- Take it! - the king answers him. - Know, your fate is such. 
Here the princes got married: the eldest on a hawthorn tree, the middle one on a merchant's daughter, and Ivan Tsarevich on a frog. How much, how little time passes, the king calls them and orders:
- Come on, which of the daughters-in-law is the best host. So that your wives bake soft white bread for me by tomorrow.
Tsarevich Ivan returned, unhappy, hanging his head below his shoulders.
- Kva-kva, Ivan Tsarevich! What's twisted? - the frog asks him. - Did Al hear an unfriendly word from his father?
- How can I not get upset? My sovereign father ordered you to make soft white bread by tomorrow.
- Do not grieve, prince, do not grieve! Go to sleep, rest, morning is wiser than evening!
She put the prince to bed and threw off her frog skin and turned into a beautiful girl, Vasilisa the Wise, went out onto the red porch, clapped her hands and shouted in a loud voice:
- Moms, nannies! Get ready, get ready, bake me soft white bread in the morning, which I ate on holidays at my dear father.
The next morning, Ivan Tsarevich woke up, the frog's bread had been ready for a long time - lush, ruddy and of such beauty that you can’t think of it, you can’t imagine it, only to say in a fairy tale! Bread is decorated with various tricks, brought out from above the city and with outposts. Ivan Tsarevich was delighted, wrapped the bread in a towel and took it to his father. Other sons also brought their loaves.
The king first accepted the bread from his eldest son, looked and looked and sent it to the kitchen. Received from the middle son and sent there. Ivan Tsarevich served his bread, and the tsar said: 
- This is bread, so bread, it is only on holidays! - and ordered to bring it to the royal table.
Then the king said to his sons:
- Now I want to see which of the daughters-in-law is the best needleworker. So that your wives weave me a carpet in a single night.
Ivan Tsarevich returned home, unhappy, again hung his head below his shoulders.
- Kva-kva, Ivan Tsarevich! What's twisted? Al the king-father didn’t like my bread, did he hear a harsh, unfriendly word from him?
- How can I not grieve, how not to be sad? My sovereign father ordered me to thank you for the bread, and even ordered you to weave a silk carpet for him in just one night.
- Do not grieve, prince, do not grieve! Go to bed, you will see for yourself that the morning is wiser than the evening!
She put him to bed, and she herself threw off the frog skin and turned into a beautiful girl, Vasilisa the Wise, went out onto the red porch, clapped her hands and shouted in a loud voice:
- Moms, nannies! Get ready, get ready to weave a silk carpet - so that it is the same as I used to sit on with my dear father!
The next morning, Ivan Tsarevich woke up, the frog was jumping on the floor, and her carpet had been ready for a long time - and so wonderful that you can’t think of it, you can’t imagine it, just say it in a fairy tale! The carpet is decorated with gold and silver, the whole kingdom is embroidered on it, with cities and villages, with mountains and forests, with rivers and lakes. Ivan Tsarevich was delighted, took the carpet and carried it to his father. At this time, other sons also brought carpets.
The senior prince held out his carpet, the king ordered to accept it, looked and said:
- Thank you, it will come in handy at the doorstep!
Here the middle prince filed his carpet. The king commanded to accept, touched him and said:
- It's good to wipe your feet on this carpet!
As Ivan Tsarevich unfolded his carpet, everyone gasped. The king himself accepted it, looked around, and then gave the order:
- Lay this carpet in front of my royal throne!
And the king ordered his sons to come to him at the feast tomorrow together with their wives. Again Tsarevich Ivan returned, unhappy, hanging his head below his shoulders.
- Kva-kva, Ivan Tsarevich! What's twisted? Did Ali hear an unfriendly word from his father?
- How can I not get upset? My sovereign father ordered me to come with you to the feast. How can I show you to people!
- Do not grieve, prince! Go alone to the king, and I will follow you, when you hear a knock and thunder - say: "This is my frog in a box riding!"
Here the older brothers came to the tsar with their wives, dressed up, undressed, standing and laughing at Ivan Tsarevich:
- Why did you come without a wife? If only she had brought her in a handkerchief! And where did you find such a beauty? Tea all the swamps came out?
Suddenly there was a great knock and thunder - the whole palace shook. The guests were frightened, jumped up from their seats, and Ivan Tsarevich said:
- Do not be afraid, honest guests! This is my frog in a box.
A gilded carriage flew up to the royal porch, harnessed to six horses, and Vasilisa the Wise came out of there - such a beauty that you can’t think of it, you can’t imagine it, you can only tell in a fairy tale. She took Ivan Tsarevich by the hand and led him to the oak tables, to the linen tablecloths.
The guests began to eat, drink, and have fun. Vasilisa the Wise drank from the glass and poured the last into her left sleeve, bit into a swan and hid the bones behind her right sleeve. The wives of the senior princes saw her tricks and let's do the same. We drank and ate, it was the turn to dance. Vasilisa the Wise picked up Ivan Tsarevich and began to dance. She waved her left sleeve - a lake became, she waved her right sleeve and white swans swam on the water. The king and guests were amazed. And the older daughters-in-law went to dance, waved their left sleeves - they splashed the guests, waved their right ones - a bone hit the king right in the eye! The king got angry and drove them away.
Meanwhile, Ivan Tsarevich seized a moment, ran home, found a frog skin and burned it on a big fire. Vasilisa the Wise arrives, missed - no frog skin, despondent, sad.
- Oh, Ivan Tsarevich! What have you done? If you had waited a little, I would have become yours forever, but now goodbye! Look for me beyond distant lands, in the thirtieth kingdom - at Koshchei the Immortal. 
She turned into a white swan and flew out the window.
Ivan Tsarevich wept bitterly, then got ready, said goodbye to his father and mother, and went where his eyes looked. He walked close, far, long, short - he comes across an old old man.
- Hello, - he says, - good fellow! What are you looking for, where are you going? The prince told him his misfortune.
Oh, Ivan Tsarevich! Why did you burn frog skin? You didn’t put it on, it wasn’t for you to take it off! Vasilisa the Wise was born wiser, wiser than her father. He got angry at her for that and ordered to be a frog for three years. Well, I'll help you. Here is a ball for you, where it will roll - follow it boldly. 
Ivan Tsarevich thanked the old man and went for the ball. He walks through an open field, he comes across a bear. Ivan Tsarevich aimed at the beast, and the bear speaks in a human voice:
- Do not beat me, Ivan Tsarevich! Someday I'll be nice to you.
He goes on, looking, and a drake flies over him. The prince took aim with his bow, was about to shoot him, when suddenly the drake says in a human voice:
- Do not beat me, Ivan Tsarevich! I'll be nice to you someday.
He took pity on him and moved on. A slanting hare is running. The prince again drew his bow, began to aim, the Azai said to him in a human voice:
- Do not beat me, Ivan Tsarevich! I'll be nice to you.
The prince took pity on him and went on - to the blue sea, he sees - a pike lies on the sand, dies. 
“Ah, Ivan Tsarevich,” said the pike, “have pity on me, let me into the sea.” He threw her into the sea and went along the shore.
How long, how short - a ball rolled to a small hut.
On the very shore there is a hut on chicken legs, turning around itself. Ivan Tsarevich says:
- Hut, hut! Stand in the old way, as mother put - to me in front, and to the sea back.
The hut turned. The prince entered it and saw: on the stove, on the ninth brick, lies Baba Yaga.
- Why, good fellow, came to me?
- You would have fed and watered me before me, a road person, evaporated in a bathhouse, and then you would have asked.
Baba Yaga fed him, gave him drink, evaporated him in the bath. Then the prince told her that he was looking for his wife, Vasilisa the Wise.
- Ah, I know! - said Baba Yaga, - She is now with Koshchei the Immortal. It is difficult to get it, it is not easy to deal with Koshchei. Well, so be it, I'll tell you where Koshcheev's death is hidden. His death is at the end of a needle, that needle is in an egg, that egg is in a duck, that duck is in a hare, that hare is in a chest, and the chest stands on a tall oak and that Koschey oak, like its own eye, protects. 
Baba Yaga pointed out where this oak grows. Ivan Tsarevich reached him and did not know what to do, how to get the chest. He tried to shake it this way and that, no, oak is not served.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a bear ran up and uprooted the tree, the chest fell and shattered. A hare jumped out of the chest and started running at full speed.
Look - and another hare is chasing him, overtook him, grabbed him and tore him to shreds.
Then a duck flew out of the hare and rose high, high. And after her, the drake rushed, as soon as it hit her, so the egg fell out of the duck right into the blue sea. Ivan Tsarevich, in such a misfortune, sat down on the shore and burst into bitter tears.
Suddenly a pike swims up to the shore and holds an egg in its teeth. He took that egg and went to Koshcheev's dwelling. Koschei, as soon as he saw the egg in his hands, shook all over. And Ivan Tsarevich began to throw the egg from hand to hand. He throws, and Koschei is beating, rushing about. But no matter how much Koschey fought, no matter how much he rushed about in all directions, and when Ivan Tsarevich broke the egg, took out a needle from it, and broke off the tip, Koshchei had to die. Then Ivan Tsarevich went to the Koshcheev chambers, took Vasilisa the Wise and returned home with her to his state. 
The king, in joy, arranged a feast for the whole world. After that they lived together and happily ever after. 
Happy New Year!)
Many fairy tales carry morality and goodness, but most of them cannot be understood by the ordinary mind. For example, genetic experiments with dough and sawdust, which turned out to be a very lively and thinking bun, which later went to feed wild animals. But more often in fairy tales there are girls with oddities: sometimes they ride in watermelons, sometimes they are small, like a match, and some are completely toads. Let's talk about the latter in more detail. Learn how to draw a princess frog with a pencil. The frog princess is the pinnacle of the matriarchal power structure among the inhabitants of the swamps and sewers. Like any self-respecting woman, she wears a crown, is constantly silent, and her croaking is perceived as a gift from God. Able to turn into a man, which would be very annoying to Darwin and other lovers. She is a member of the United Russia party, which allows her to be constantly re-elected to the post of princess.
Once, during a tea ceremony, the princess was hit by an unknown flying object in the form of an arrow, from which she miraculously did not die. As far as she is the only representative of her race who can at least do something, no one could help her, and the rest of the toads went hunting for flies. And she lay like that in a coma, until a well-aimed shooter came. Turning on the hypnotoad mode, the princess forced the peasant to kiss her. After that, the toad turned into a real girl, and, turning on the hypno-woman mode, forced him to marry herself. So it goes. Watch where you shoot guys. In addition, the princess frog can:
- Annoy the French by transforming into a human during a meal, which will make customers complain about the establishment;
- Arrange a strike, as they like to do in France;
- To be absolutely helpless in New Zealand, where wild tribes eat both frogs and humans;
- Catch arrows with your mouth;
- In a good mood, it is a licensed version of the Java programming language;
- Work as a conductor in a toad choir in a swamp;
- Do not jump, but crawl so that the crown does not fall from your head;
- Pose for us who want to paint her portrait!
Now this is what we're going to do.
How to draw a princess frog with a pencil step by step
Step one. Let's sketch. 
Step two. Let's draw the crown and paws of the toad. 
Step three. Let's circle the contours of the body of the frog princess with a thicker line. Let's add strokes and draw an arrow like in a fairy tale. 
Step four. Delete unnecessary lines. Let's fix the lines. 
Try to portray the heroes of other fairy tales, for example.
