If I was a queen says one girl. Alexander Pushkin - The Tale of Tsar Saltan: Verse. The tale of Tsar Saltan, his son, the glorious and mighty hero Prince Guidon Saltanovich, and the beautiful Princess Swan

13.06.2019

Three maidens by the window
We spun late in the evening.
“If only I were a queen,”
One girl says,
Then for the whole baptized world
I would prepare a feast."
“If only I were a queen,”
Her sister says,
Then there would be one for the whole world
I wove fabrics.”
“If only I were a queen,”
The third sister said,
I would for the father-king
She gave birth to a hero."

I just managed to say,
The door creaked softly,
And the king enters the room,
The sides of that sovereign.
During the entire conversation
He stood behind the fence;
Speech last on everything
He fell in love with it.
“Hello, red maiden,”
He says - be a queen
And give birth to a hero
I'm at the end of September.
You, my dear sisters,
Get out of the bright room.
Follow me
Following me and my sister:
Be one of you a weaver,
And the other one is the cook.”

The Tsar Father came out into the vestibule.
Everyone went into the palace.
The king did not gather for long:
Got married that same evening.
Tsar Saltan for an honest feast
He sat down with the young queen;
And then the honest guests
On the ivory bed
They put the young ones
And they left them alone.
The cook is angry in the kitchen,
The weaver is crying at the loom -
And they envy
To the Sovereign's wife.
And the queen is young,
Without putting things off,
I carried it from the first night.

At that time there was war.
Tsar Saltan said goodbye to his wife,
Sitting on a good horse,
She punished herself
Take care of him, loving him.

Meanwhile how far away he is
It beats long and hard,
The time of birth is coming;
God gave them a son in arshin,
And the queen over the child,
Like an eagle over an eaglet;
She sends a messenger with a letter,
To please my father.
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They want to inform her
They are ordered to take over the messenger;
They themselves send another messenger
Here's what, word by word:
“The queen gave birth in the night
Either a son or a daughter;
Not a mouse, not a frog,
And an unknown animal."

As the king-father heard,
What did the messenger tell him?
In anger he began to perform miracles
And he wanted to hang the messenger;
But, having softened this time,
He gave the messenger the following order:
"Wait for the Tsar's return
For a legal solution."

A messenger rides with a letter
And he finally arrived.
And the weaver with the cook
With in-law Babarikha
They order him to be robbed;
They make the messenger drunk
And his bag is empty
They thrust another certificate -
And the drunken messenger brought
On the same day the order is as follows:
“The king orders his boyars,
Without wasting time,
And the queen and the offspring
Secretly throw into the abyss of water."
There is nothing to do: the boyars,
Worrying about the sovereign
And to the young queen,
A crowd came to her bedroom.
They declared the king's will -
She and her son have an evil share,
Read the decree aloud
And the queen at the same hour
They put me in a barrel with my son,
They tarred and drove away
And they let me into Okiyan -
This is what Tsar Saltan ordered.

The stars shine in the blue sky,
In the blue sea the waves are lashing;
A cloud is moving across the sky
A barrel floats on the sea.
Like a bitter widow
The queen is crying and struggling within her;
And the child grows there
Not by days, but by hours.
The day has passed - the queen is screaming...
And the child hurries the wave:
“Are you, my wave, a wave?
You are playful and free;
You splash wherever you want,
You sharpen sea stones
You drown the shores of the earth,
You raise ships -
Don't destroy our soul:
Throw us out onto dry land!”
And the wave listened:
She's right there on the shore
I carried the barrel out lightly
And she left quietly.
Mother and baby saved;
She feels the earth.
But who will take them out of the barrel?
Will God really leave them?
The son rose to his feet,
I rested my head on the bottom,
I strained a little:
“It’s like there’s a window looking out into the yard
Should we do it? - he said,
Knocked the bottom out and walked out.

Mother and son are now free;
They see a hill in a wide field;
The sea is blue all around,
Green oak over the hill.
The son thought: good dinner
However, we would need it.
He breaks the oak branch
And bends the bow tightly,
Silk cord from the cross
I strung an oak bow,
I broke a thin cane,
He pointed the arrow lightly
And went to the edge of the valley
Look for game by the sea.

He just approaches the sea,
It’s like he hears a groan...
Apparently, the sea is not quiet:
He looks and sees the matter dashingly:
The swan beats among the swells,
The kite flies over her;
That poor thing is just splashing,
The water is muddy and gushing all around...
He's already spread his claws,
The bloody bite has intensified...
But just as the arrow began to sing -
I hit a kite in the neck -
The kite shed blood in the sea.
The prince lowered his bow;
Looks: a kite is drowning in the sea
And it doesn’t moan like a bird’s cry,

The swan is swimming around
The evil kite pecks
Death is hastening near,
Beats with its wing and drowns in the sea -
And then to the prince
Says in Russian:
“You are the prince, my savior,
My mighty savior,
Don't worry about me
You won't eat for three days
That the arrow was lost at sea;
This grief is not grief at all.
I will repay you with kindness
I will serve you later:
You didn’t deliver the swan,
He left the girl alive;
You didn't kill the kite,
The sorcerer was shot.
I will never forget you:
You'll find me everywhere
And now you come back,
Don’t worry and go to bed.”

People are pouring towards them,
The church choir praises God;
In golden carts
A lush courtyard greets them;
Everyone calls them loudly
And the prince is crowned
Princes cap and head
They shout over themselves;
And among his capital,
With the queen's permission,
On the same day he began to reign
And he was named: Prince Guidon.

The wind blows on the sea
And the boat speeds up;
He runs in the waves
With full sails.
The shipbuilders are amazed
There are crowds on the boat,
On a familiar island
They see a miracle in reality:
The new golden-domed city,
A pier with a strong outpost -
The guns are firing from the pier,
The ship is ordered to land.
Guests arrive at the outpost

He feeds and waters them
And he orders me to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining with?
And where are you sailing now?
The shipbuilders responded:
"We've traveled all over the world,
Traded sables
Black-brown foxes;
And now our time has come,
We're going straight east
Past Buyan Island,

The prince then said to them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea along Okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
I bow to him."
The guests are on their way, and Prince Guidon
From the shore with a sad soul
Accompanying their long run;
Look - above the flowing waters
A white swan is swimming.

Why are you sad?” -
She tells him.

The prince sadly replies:
“Sadness and melancholy eats me up,
Defeated the young man:
I would like to see my father."
Swan to the prince: “This is the grief!
Well listen: you want to go to sea
Fly behind the ship?
Be a mosquito, prince.”
And flapped her wings,
The water splashed noisily
And sprayed him
From head to toe everything.
Here he shrunk to a point,
Turned into a mosquito
He flew and squealed,
I caught up with the ship at sea,
Slowly sank
On the ship - and hid in a crack.
The wind makes a cheerful noise,
The ship is running merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It's visible from afar.
The guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our daredevil has flown.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in his chamber
On the throne and in the crown
With a sad thought on his face;

And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They sit near the king
And they look into his eyes.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
“Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,
How long did it take? Where?
Is it good or bad overseas?
And what miracle is there in the world?”
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living overseas is bad,
In the world, here’s a miracle:
The island was steep in the sea,
Not private, not residential;
It lay as an empty plain;
A single oak tree grew on it;
And now it stands on it
New city with a palace,
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens,
And Prince Guidon sits in it;
He sent you his regards."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle;
He says: “As long as I’m alive,
I’ll visit the wonderful island,
I’ll stay with Guidon.”
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They don't want to let him in
A wonderful island to visit.
“It’s a curiosity, really,”
Winking at others slyly,
The cook says, -
The city is by the sea!
Know that this is not a trifle:
Spruce in the forest, under the spruce squirrel,
Squirrel sings songs
And he gnaws all the nuts,
And nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden,
The cores are pure emerald;
That’s what they call a miracle.”
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle,
And the mosquito is angry, angry -
And the mosquito just bit into it
Aunt right in the right eye.
The cook turned pale
She froze and winced.
Servants, in-law and sister
They catch a mosquito with a scream.
“You damned midge!
We are you!..” And He is through the window
Yes, calm down to your destiny
Flew across the sea.

Again the prince walks by the sea,
He doesn’t take his eyes off the blue sea;
Look - above the flowing waters
A white swan is swimming.
“Hello, my handsome prince!

Why are you sad?” -
She tells him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness and melancholy eats me up;
Wonderful miracle
I'd like to. There is somewhere
Spruce in the forest, under the spruce there is a squirrel;
A miracle, really, not a trinket -
Squirrel sings songs
Yes, he gnaws all the nuts,
And nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden,
The cores are pure emerald;
But maybe people are lying."
The swan answers the prince:
“The world tells the truth about the squirrel;
I know this miracle;
Enough, prince, my soul,
Do not worry; glad to serve
I will show you friendship."
With a cheerful soul
The prince went home;
As soon as I stepped into the wide courtyard -
Well? under the tall tree,
He sees the squirrel in front of everyone
The golden one gnaws a nut,
The emerald takes out,
And he collects the shells,
He puts equal piles,
And sings with a whistle
To be honest in front of all the people:
Whether in the garden or in the vegetable garden.
Prince Guidon was amazed.
“Well, thank you,” he said, “
Oh yes swan - God bless her,
It’s the same fun for me.”
Prince for the squirrel later
Built a crystal house.
The guard was assigned to him
And besides, he forced the clerk
A strict account of nuts is the news.
Profit for the prince, honor for the squirrel.

The wind blows across the sea
And the boat speeds up;
He runs in the waves
With sails raised
Past the steep island,
Past the big city:
The guns are firing from the pier,
The ship is ordered to land.
Guests arrive at the outpost;
Prince Guidon invites them to visit,
He feeds and waters them
And he orders me to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining with?
And where are you sailing now?
The shipbuilders responded:
"We've traveled all over the world,
We traded horses
All Don stallions,
And now our time has come -
And the road lies far ahead for us:
Past Buyan Island
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan..."
The prince then tells them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea along Okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
Yes, say: Prince Guidon
He sends his regards to the Tsar.”

The guests bowed to the prince,
They went out and hit the road.
The prince goes to the sea - and the swan is there
Already walking on the waves.
The prince prays: the soul asks,
So it pulls and carries away...
Here she is again
Instantly sprayed everything:
The prince turned into a fly,
Flew and fell
Between sea and sky
On the ship - and climbed into the crack.

The wind makes a cheerful noise,
The ship is running merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan -
And the desired country
Now it’s visible from a distance;
The guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our daredevil has flown.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in his chamber
On the throne and in the crown,
With a sad thought on his face.
And the weaver with Babarikha
Yes with a crooked cook
They sit near the king.
They look like angry toads.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
“Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,
How long did it take? Where?
Is it good or bad overseas?
And what miracle is there in the world?”
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Life overseas is not bad;
In the world, here’s a miracle:
An island lies on the sea,
There is a city on the island
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
The spruce tree grows in front of the palace,
And below it is a crystal house;
A tame squirrel lives there,
Yes, what an adventure!
Squirrel sings songs
Yes, he gnaws all the nuts,
And nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden,
The cores are pure emerald;
The servants are guarding the squirrel,
They serve her as various servants -
And a clerk was appointed
A strict account of nuts is the news;
The army salutes her;
A coin is poured from the shells
Let them go around the world;
Girls pour emerald
Into the storerooms, and under cover;
Everyone on that island is rich
There are no pictures, there are chambers everywhere;
And Prince Guidon sits in it;
He sent you his regards."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"If only I'm alive,
I’ll visit the wonderful island,
I’ll stay with Guidon.”
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They don't want to let him in
A wonderful island to visit.
Smiling secretly,
The weaver says to the king:
“What’s so wonderful about this? Here you go!
The squirrel gnaws pebbles,
Throws gold into piles
Rakes in emeralds;
This won't surprise us
Is it true or not?
There is another wonder in the world:
The sea will swell violently,
It will boil, it will howl,
It rushes onto the empty shore,
It will spill out in a noisy run,
And they will find themselves on the shore,
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All the handsome men are daring,
Young giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
It's a miracle, it's such a miracle
It’s fair to say!”
The smart guests are silent,
They don't want to argue with her.
Tsar Saltan marvels,
And Guidon is angry, angry...
He buzzed and just
sat on my aunt's left eye,
And the weaver turned pale:
"Ouch!" - and immediately frowned;
Everyone shouts: “Catch, catch,
Yes, push her, push her...
That's it! wait a little
Wait..." And the prince through the window,
Yes, calm down to your destiny
Arrived across the sea.

The prince went, forgetting his grief,
Sat on the tower and on the sea
He began to look; the sea suddenly
It shook around
Splashed in a noisy run
And left on the shore
Thirty-three heroes;

In scales, like the heat of grief,
The knights are coming in pairs,
And, shining with gray hair,
The guy is walking ahead
And he leads them to the city.
Prince Guidon escapes from the tower,
Greets dear guests;
People are running in a hurry;
The uncle says to the prince:
“The swan sent us to you
And she punished
Keep your glorious city
And go around on patrol.
From now on every day we
We will definitely be together
At your high walls
To emerge from the waters of the sea,
So we'll see you soon,
And now it's time for us to go to sea;
The air of the earth is heavy for us.”
Everyone then went home.

The wind blows across the sea
And the boat speeds up;
He runs in the waves
With sails raised
Past the steep island,
Past the big city;
The guns are firing from the pier,
The ship is ordered to land.
Guests arrive at the outpost;
Prince Guidon invites them to visit,
He feeds them and gives them water,
And he orders me to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining with?
And where are you sailing now?
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
We traded damask steel
Pure silver and gold,
And now our time has come;
But the road is far away for us,
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan."
The prince then tells them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea along Okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan.
Yes, tell me: Prince Guidon
I send my regards to the Tsar.”

The guests bowed to the prince,
They went out and hit the road.
The prince goes to the sea, and the swan is there
Already walking on the waves.
The prince again: the soul is asking...
So it pulls and carries away...
And again she him
Sprayed everything in an instant.
Here he has shrunk a lot,
The prince turned like a bumblebee,
It flew and buzzed;
I caught up with the ship at sea,
Slowly sank
To the stern - and hid in the gap.

The wind makes a cheerful noise,
The ship is running merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It's visible from afar.
The guests came ashore.
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our daredevil has flown.
He sees, all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in his chamber
On the throne and in the crown,
With a sad thought on his face.
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They sit near the king -
All three are looking at four.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
“Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,
How long did it take? Where?
Is it good or bad overseas?
And what miracle is there in the world?”
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Life overseas is not bad;
In the world, here’s a miracle:
An island lies on the sea,
There is a city on the island,
Every day there is a miracle there:
The sea will swell violently,
It will boil, it will howl,
It rushes onto the empty shore,
Will splash in a quick run -
And they will remain on the shore
Thirty-three heroes
In the scales of golden grief,
All the handsome men are young,
Daring giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection;
Old uncle Chernomor
With them comes out of the sea
And takes them out in pairs,
To keep that island
And go around on patrol -
And there is no more reliable guard,
Neither braver nor more diligent.
And Prince Guidon sits there;
He sent you his regards."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"As long as I'm alive,
I will visit the wonderful island
And I’ll stay with the prince.”
Cook and weaver
Not a word - but Babarikha,
Smiling, he says:
“Who will surprise us with this?
People come out of the sea
And they wander around on patrol!
Are they telling the truth or lying?
I don't see Diva here.
Are there such divas in the world?
Here word is going around true:
There is a princess beyond the sea,
What you can't take your eyes off:
During the day the light of God is eclipsed,
At night it illuminates the earth,
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead the star is burning.
And she herself is majestic,
Protrudes like a peahen;
And as the speech says,
It's like a river babbling.
It is fair to say.
It’s a miracle, it’s such a miracle.”
The smart guests are silent:
They don’t want to argue with the woman.
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle -
And although the prince is angry,
But he regrets his eyes
His old grandmother:
He buzzes over her, spins -
Sits right on her nose,
The hero stung his nose:
A blister appeared on my nose.
And again the alarm began:
“Help, for God's sake!
Guard! catch, catch,
Push him, push him...
That's it! wait a little
Wait!..” And the bumblebee through the window,
Yes, calm down to your destiny
Flew across the sea.

The prince walks by the blue sea,
He doesn’t take his eyes off the blue sea;
Look - above the flowing waters
A white swan is swimming.
“Hello, my handsome prince!
Why are you as quiet as a stormy day?
Why are you sad?” -
She tells him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness and melancholy eats me up:
People get married; I see
I’m the only one who’s not married.”
- “And who do you have in mind?
You have?" - “Yes in the world,
They say there is a princess
That you can't take your eyes off.
During the day the light of God is eclipsed,
At night the earth lights up -
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead the star is burning.
And she herself is majestic,
Protrudes like a peahen;
He speaks sweetly,
It's like a river is babbling.
Just, come on, is this true?”
The prince waits with fear for an answer.
The white swan is silent
And, after thinking, he says:
"Yes! there is such a girl.
But the wife is not a mitten:
You can't shake off the white pen
You can't put it under your belt.
I'll give you some advice -
Listen: about everything about it
Think about it,
I wouldn’t repent later.”
The prince began to swear before her,
That it's time for him to get married,
What about all this
He changed his mind along the way;
What is ready with a passionate soul
Behind the beautiful princess
He walks away
At least distant lands.
The swan is here, taking a deep breath,
She said: “Why far away?
Know that your destiny is near,
After all, this princess is me.”
Here she is, flapping her wings,
Flew over the waves
And to the shore from above
Sank into the bushes
Started up, shook myself off
And she turned around like a princess:

The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead the star burns;
And she herself is majestic,
Protrudes like a peahen;
And as the speech says,
It's like a river babbling.
The prince hugs the princess,
Presses to a white chest
And he leads her quickly
To my dear mother.
The prince is at her feet, begging:
"Dear Empress!
I chose my wife
Daughter obedient to you.
We ask for both permissions,
Your blessing:
Bless the children
Live in counsel and love."

Above their humble head
Mother with a miraculous icon
She sheds tears and says:
“God will reward you, children.”
The prince did not take long to get ready,
He married the princess;
They began to live and live,
Yes, wait for the offspring.

The wind blows across the sea
And the boat speeds up;
He runs in the waves
On full sails
Past the steep island,
Past the big city;
The guns are firing from the pier,
The ship is ordered to land.
Guests arrive at the outpost.
Prince Guidon invites them to visit.
He feeds them and gives them water,
And he orders me to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining with?
And where are you sailing now?
The shipbuilders responded:
"We've traveled all over the world,
We traded for a reason
Unspecified product;
But the road lies far ahead for us:
Head back to the east,
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan."
The prince then said to them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea along Okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
Yes, remind him
To my sovereign:
He promised to visit us,
And I haven’t gotten around to it yet -
I send him my regards."
The guests are on their way, and Prince Guidon
Stayed home this time
And he did not separate from his wife.

The wind makes a cheerful noise,
The ship is running merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And a familiar country
It's visible from afar.
The guests came ashore.
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
Guests see: in the palace
The king sits in his crown.
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They sit near the king,
All three are looking at four.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
“Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,
How long did it take? Where?
Is it good or bad overseas?
And what miracle is there in the world?”
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living overseas is not bad,
In the world, here’s a miracle:
An island lies on the sea,
There is a city on the island,
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
The spruce tree grows in front of the palace,
And under it is a crystal house:
The tame squirrel lives in it,
Yes, what a miracle worker!
Squirrel sings songs
Yes, he gnaws all the nuts;
And nuts are not simple,
The shells are golden.
The cores are pure emerald;
The squirrel is groomed and protected.
There's another miracle:
The sea will swell violently,
It will boil, it will howl,
It rushes onto the empty shore,
Will splash in a quick run,
And they will find themselves on the shore,
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All the handsome men are daring,
Young giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection -
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
And there is no more reliable guard,
Neither braver nor more diligent.
And the prince has a wife,
What you can't take your eyes off:
During the day the light of God is eclipsed,
At night it illuminates the earth;
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead the star is burning.
Prince Guidon rules that city,
Everyone praises him diligently;
He sent you his regards,
Yes, he blames you:
He promised to visit us,
But I haven’t gotten around to it yet.”

At this point the king could not resist,
He ordered the fleet to be equipped.
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They don't want to let the king in
A wonderful island to visit.
But Saltan does not listen to them
And it just calms them down:
"What am I? king or child? -
He says this not jokingly. -
I’m going now!” - Here he stomped,
He went out and slammed the door.

The fleet is already approaching the island.
Prince Guidon blows the trumpet:
The king is standing on deck
And he looks at them through the pipe;
With him is a weaver and a cook,
With his in-law Babarikha;
They are surprised
To the unknown side.
The cannons were fired at once;
The bell towers began to ring;
Guidon himself goes to the sea;
There he meets the king
With the cook and the weaver,
With his in-law Babarikha;
He led the king into the city,
Without saying anything.

And everyone sits down at the table;
And the merry feast began.
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They fled to the corners;
They were found there by force.
Here they confessed everything,
They apologised, burst into tears;
Such a king for joy
Sent all three home.
The day has passed - Tsar Saltan
They went to bed half drunk.
I was there; honey, drank beer -
And he just wet his mustache.

Full title:Illustrations for the Tale of Tsar Saltan

The tale of Tsar Saltan and his son

Glorious and mighty hero

PrinceGuidone Saltanovich

And about to the beautiful Swan Princess

Three maidens by the window
We spun late in the evening.
“If only I were a queen,”
One girl says,
Then for the whole baptized world
I would prepare a feast."
- “If only I were a queen,”
Her sister says,
Then there would be one for the whole world
I wove fabrics.”
- “If only I were a queen,”
The third sister said,
I would for the father-king
She gave birth to a hero."

At that time there was war.
Tsar Saltan said goodbye to his wife,
Sitting on a good horse,
She punished herself
Take care of him, loving him.
Meanwhile how far away he is
It beats long and hard,
The time of birth is coming;
God gave them a son in arshin,
And the queen over the child,
Like an eagle over an eaglet;
She sends a messenger with a letter,
To please my father.
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They want to inform her
They are ordered to take over the messenger;

They themselves send another messenger
Here's what, word by word:
“The queen gave birth in the night
Either a son or a daughter;
Not a mouse, not a frog,
And an unknown animal."

The stars shine in the blue sky,
In the blue sea the waves are lashing;
A cloud is moving across the sky
A barrel floats on the sea.
Like a bitter widow
The queen is crying and struggling within her;
And the child grows there
Not by days, but by hours.
The day has passed - the queen is screaming...
And the child hurries the wave:
“You, my wave, wave!
You are playful and free;
You splash wherever you want,
You sharpen sea stones
You drown the shores of the earth,
You raise ships -
Don't destroy our soul:
Throw us out onto dry land!”
And the wave listened:
She's right there on the shore
I carried the barrel out lightly
And she left quietly.
Mother and baby saved;
She feels the earth.
But who will take them out of the barrel?
Will God really leave them?
The son rose to his feet,
I rested my head on the bottom,
I strained a little:
“It’s like there’s a window looking out into the yard
Should we do it? - he said,
Knocked the bottom out and walked out.

He just approaches the sea,
It’s like he hears a groan...
Apparently the sea is not quiet;
He looks and sees the matter dashingly:
The swan beats among the swells,
The kite flies over her;
That poor thing is just splashing,
The water is muddy and gushing all around...
He's already spread his claws,
The bloody bite has pricked up...
But just as the arrow began to sing,
I hit a kite in the neck -
The kite shed blood in the sea.
The prince lowered his bow;
Looks: a kite is drowning in the sea
And it doesn’t moan like a bird’s cry,
The swan is swimming around
The evil kite pecks
Death is hastening near,
Beats with its wing and drowns in the sea -
And then to the prince
Says in Russian:
“You are the prince, my savior,
My mighty savior,
Don't worry about me
You won't eat for three days
That the arrow was lost at sea;
This grief is not grief.
I will repay you with kindness
I will serve you later:
You didn’t deliver the swan,
He left the girl alive;
You didn't kill the kite,
The sorcerer was shot.
I will never forget you:
You'll find me everywhere
And now you come back,
Don’t worry and go to bed.”

The swan bird flew away
And the prince and the queen,
Having spent the whole day like this,
We decided to go to bed on an empty stomach.
The prince opened his eyes;
Shaking off the dreams of the night
And marveling at myself
He sees the city is big,
Walls with frequent battlements,
And behind the white walls
Church domes sparkle
And holy monasteries.
He will quickly wake up the queen;
She will gasp!.. “Will it happen? -
He says, I see:
My swan amuses itself."
Mother and son go to the city.
We just stepped outside the fence,
Deafening ringing
Rose from all sides:
People are pouring towards them,
The church choir praises God;
In golden carts
A lush courtyard greets them;
Everyone calls them loudly
And the prince is crowned
Princes cap and head
They shout over themselves;
And among his capital,
With the queen's permission,
On the same day he began to reign
And he was named: Prince Guidon.

The guns are firing from the pier,
The ship is ordered to land.
Guests arrive at the outpost;

He feeds and waters them
And he orders me to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining with?
And where are you sailing now?
The shipbuilders responded:
"We've traveled all over the world,
Traded sables
Black-brown foxes;
And now our time has come,
We're going straight east
Past Buyan Island,

The prince then said to them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea along Okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
I bow to him."
The guests are on their way, and Prince Guidon
From the shore with a sad soul
Accompanying their long run;
Look - above the flowing waters
A white swan is swimming.

Why are you sad?” -
She tells him.
The prince sadly replies:
“Sadness and melancholy eats me up,
Defeated the young man:
I would like to see my father."
Swan to the prince: “This is the grief!
Well, listen: you want to go to sea
Fly behind the ship?
Be a mosquito, prince.”
And flapped her wings,
The water splashed noisily
And sprayed him
From head to toe everything.
Here he shrunk to a point,
Turned into a mosquito
He flew and squealed,
I caught up with the ship at sea,
Slowly sank
On the ship - and hid in a crack.

The wind makes a cheerful noise,
The ship is running merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It's visible from afar.
The guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our daredevil has flown.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in his chamber
On the throne and in the crown
With a sad thought on his face;
And the weaver with the cook.
With in-law Babarikha
They sit near the king
And they look into his eyes.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
“Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,
How long did it take? Where?
Is it good or bad overseas?
And what miracle is there in the world?”
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living overseas is not bad,
In the world, here’s a miracle:
The island was steep in the sea,
Not private, not residential;
It lay as an empty plain;
A single oak tree grew on it;
And now it stands on it
New city with a palace,
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens,
And Prince Guidon sits in it;
He sent you his regards."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle;
He says: “If I live,
I’ll visit the wonderful island,
I’ll stay with Guidon.”
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They don't want to let him in
A wonderful island to visit.
“It’s a curiosity, really,”
Winking at others slyly,
The cook says, -
The city is by the sea!
Know that this is not a trifle:
Spruce in the forest, under the spruce squirrel,
Squirrel sings songs
And he keeps nibbling on nuts,
And nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden,
The cores are pure emerald;
That’s what they call a miracle.”
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle,
And the mosquito is angry, angry -
And the mosquito just bit into it
Aunt right in the right eye.
The cook turned pale
She froze and winced.
Servants, in-law and sister
They catch a mosquito with a scream.
“You damned midge!
We you!..” And he through the window
Yes, calm down to your destiny
Flew across the sea.

Again the prince walks by the sea,
He doesn’t take his eyes off the blue sea;
Look - above the flowing waters
A white swan is swimming.
“Hello, my handsome prince!

Why are you sad?” -
She tells him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness and melancholy eats me up;
Wonderful miracle
I'd like to. There is somewhere
Spruce in the forest, under the spruce there is a squirrel;
A miracle, really, not a trinket -
Squirrel sings songs
Yes, he keeps nibbling on nuts,
And nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden,
The cores are pure emerald;
But maybe people are lying."
The swan answers the prince:
“The world tells the truth about the squirrel;
I know this miracle;
Enough, prince, my soul,
Do not worry; glad to serve
I will show you friendship."
With a cheerful soul
The prince went home;
As soon as I stepped into the wide courtyard -
Well? under the tall tree,
He sees the squirrel in front of everyone
The golden one gnaws a nut,
The emerald takes out,
And he collects the shells,
Places equal piles
And sings with a whistle
To be honest in front of all the people:
Whether in the garden or in the vegetable garden.
Prince Guidon was amazed.
“Well, thank you,” he said, “
Oh yes swan - God bless her,
It’s the same fun for me.”
Prince for the squirrel later
Built a crystal house.
The guard was assigned to him
And besides, he forced the clerk
A strict account of nuts is the news.
Profit for the prince, honor for the squirrel.

The wind blows across the sea
And the boat speeds up;
He runs in the waves
With sails raised
Past the steep island,
Past the big city:
The guns are firing from the pier,
The ship is ordered to land.
Guests arrive at the outpost;
Prince Guidon invites them to visit,
He feeds and waters them
And he orders me to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining with?
And where are you sailing now?
The shipbuilders responded:
"We've traveled all over the world,
We traded horses
All by Don stallions,
And now our time has come -
And the road lies far ahead for us:
Past Buyan Island
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan..."
The prince then tells them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea along Okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
Yes, say: Prince Guidon
He sends his regards to the Tsar.”

Girls pour emerald
Into the storerooms, and under cover;
Everyone on that island is rich
There are no pictures, there are chambers everywhere;
And Prince Guidon sits in it;
He sent you his regards."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"If only I'm alive,
I’ll visit the wonderful island,
I’ll stay with Guidon.”
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They don't want to let him in
A wonderful island to visit.
Smiling secretly,
The weaver says to the king:
“What’s so wonderful about this? Here you go!
The squirrel gnaws pebbles,
Throws gold into piles
Rakes in emeralds;
This won't surprise us
Is it true or not?
There is another wonder in the world:
The sea will swell violently,
It will boil, it will howl,
It rushes onto the empty shore,
It will spill out in a noisy run,
And they will find themselves on the shore,
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All the handsome men are daring,
Young giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
It's a miracle, it's such a miracle
It’s fair to say!”
The smart guests are silent,
They don't want to argue with her.
Tsar Saltan marvels,
And Guidon is angry, angry...
He buzzed and just
sat on my aunt's left eye,
And the weaver turned pale:
"Ouch!" - and immediately frowned;
Everyone shouts: “Catch, catch,
Push her, push her...
That's it! wait a little
Wait..." And the prince through the window,
Yes, calm down to your destiny
Arrived across the sea.

The prince went, forgetting his grief,
Sat on the tower and on the sea
He began to look; the sea suddenly
It shook around
Splashed in a noisy run
And left on the shore
Thirty-three heroes;
In scales, like the heat of grief,
The knights are coming in pairs,
And, shining with gray hair,
The guy is walking ahead
And he leads them to the city.
Prince Guidon escapes from the tower,
Greets dear guests;
People are running in a hurry;
The uncle says to the prince:
“The swan sent us to you
And she punished
Keep your glorious city
And go around on patrol.
From now on every day we
We will definitely be together
At your high walls
To emerge from the waters of the sea,
So we'll see you soon,
And now it's time for us to go to sea;
The air of the earth is heavy for us.”
Everyone then went home.

The wind makes a cheerful noise,
The ship is running merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It's visible from afar.
The guests came ashore.
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our daredevil has flown.
He sees, all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in his chamber
On the throne and in the crown,
With a sad thought on his face.
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They sit near the king -
All three are looking at four.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
“Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,
How long did it take? Where?
Is it good or bad overseas?
And what miracle is there in the world?”
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Life overseas is not bad;
In the world, here’s a miracle:
An island lies on the sea,
There is a city on the island,
Every day there is a miracle there:
The sea will swell violently,
It will boil, it will howl,
It rushes onto the empty shore,
Will splash in a quick run -
And they will remain on the shore
Thirty-three heroes
In the scales of golden grief,
All the handsome men are young,
Daring giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection;
Old uncle Chernomor
With them comes out of the sea
And takes them out in pairs,
To keep that island
And go around on patrol -
And there is no more reliable guard,
Neither braver nor more diligent.
And Prince Guidon sits there;
He sent you his regards."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"As long as I'm alive,
I will visit the wonderful island
And I’ll stay with the prince.”
Cook and weaver
Not a word - but Babarikha,
Smiling, he says:
“Who will surprise us with this?
People come out of the sea
And they wander around on patrol!
Are they telling the truth or lying?
I don't see Diva here.
Are there such divas in the world?
Here goes the rumor that is true:
There is a princess beyond the sea,
What you can't take your eyes off:
During the day the light of God is eclipsed,
At night it illuminates the earth,
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead the star is burning.
And she herself is majestic,
Protrudes like a peahen;
And as the speech says,
It's like a river babbling.
It is fair to say,
It’s a miracle, it’s such a miracle.”
The smart guests are silent:
They don’t want to argue with the woman.
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle -
And although the prince is angry,
But he regrets his eyes
His old grandmother:
He buzzes over her, spins -
Sits right on her nose,
The hero stung his nose:
A blister appeared on my nose.
And again the alarm began:
“Help, for God's sake!
Guard! catch, catch,
Push him, push him...
That's it! wait a little
Wait!..” And the bumblebee through the window,
Yes, calm down to your destiny
Flew across the sea.

The wind makes a cheerful noise,
The ship is running merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And a familiar country
It's visible from afar.
The guests came ashore.
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit.
Guests see: in the palace
The king sits in his crown.
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They sit near the king,
All three are looking at four.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
“Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,
How long did it take? Where?
Is it good or bad overseas?
And what miracle is there in the world?”
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living overseas is not bad,
In the world, here’s a miracle:
An island lies on the sea,
There is a city on the island,
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
The spruce tree grows in front of the palace,
And under it is a crystal house:
The tame squirrel lives in it,
Yes, what a miracle worker!
Squirrel sings songs
Yes, he keeps nibbling on nuts;
And nuts are not simple,
The shells are golden.
The cores are pure emerald;
The squirrel is groomed and protected.
There's another miracle:
The sea will swell violently,
It will boil, it will howl,
It rushes onto the empty shore,
Will splash in a quick run,
And they will find themselves on the shore,
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All the handsome men are daring,
Young giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection -
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
And there is no more reliable guard,
Neither braver nor more diligent.
And the prince has a wife,
What you can't take your eyes off:
During the day the light of God is eclipsed,
At night it illuminates the earth;
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead the star is burning.
Prince Guidon rules that city,
Everyone praises him diligently;
He sent you his regards,
Yes, he blames you:
He promised to visit us,
But I haven’t gotten around to it yet.”

At this point the king could not resist,
He ordered the fleet to be equipped.
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They don't want to let the king in
A wonderful island to visit.
But Saltan does not listen to them
And it just calms them down:
"What am I? king or child? -
He says not jokingly -
I’m going now!” - Here he stomped,
He went out and slammed the door.

Guidon sits under the window,
Silently looks at the sea:
It doesn’t make noise, it doesn’t whip,
Only barely trembles.
And in the azure distance
Ships appeared:
Along the Okiyan plains
Tsar Saltan's fleet is on its way.
Prince Guidon then jumped up,
He cried loudly:
“My dear mother!
You, young princess!
Look there:
Father is coming here."
The fleet is already approaching the island.
Prince Guidon blows the trumpet:
The king is standing on deck
And he looks at them through the pipe;
With him is a weaver and a cook,
With his in-law Babarikha;
They are surprised
To the unknown side.
The cannons were fired at once;
The bell towers began to ring;
Guidon himself goes to the sea;
There he meets the king
With the cook and the weaver,
With his in-law Babarikha;
He led the king into the city,
Without saying anything.

Everyone now goes to the wards:
The armor shines at the gate,
And stand in the eyes of the king
Thirty-three heroes
All the handsome men are young,
Daring giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
The king stepped into the wide courtyard:
There under the tall tree
The squirrel sings a song
The golden nut gnaws
Emerald takes out
And puts it in a bag;
And the large yard is sown
Golden shell.
Guests are far away - hastily
They look - so what? Princess - miracle:
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead the star burns:
And she herself is majestic,
Performs like a peahen
And she leads her mother-in-law.
The king looks and finds out...
Zealousness surged within him!
"What I see? what's happened?
How!" - and the spirit began to occupy him...
The king burst into tears,
He hugs the queen
And son, and young lady,
And everyone sits down at the table;
And the merry feast began.
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They fled to the corners;
They were found there by force.
Here they confessed everything,
They apologised, burst into tears;
Such a king for joy
Sent all three home.
The day has passed - Tsar Saltan
They went to bed half drunk.
I was there; honey, drank beer -
And he just wet his mustache.

In the summer of 1831, A.S. Pushkin moved to live from Moscow to St. Petersburg - to Tsarskoe Selo, where he spent his teenage years. The poet settled in a modest wooden house with a balcony and mezzanine. He set up a study for himself on the mezzanine; there was a big one here round table, sofa, books on the shelves. From the windows of the office there was a picturesque view of the Tsarskoye Selo park.
The poet again found himself “in the circle of sweet memories.”
In Tsarskoe Selo, after many years of separation, Pushkin met with the poet V. A. Zhukovsky. In the evenings, talking about art, they wandered along the lake for a long time... On one of these days, the poets decided to organize a competition to see who could best write a fairy tale in verse. V. A. Zhukovsky chose the fairy tale about Tsar Berendey, and Pushkin undertook to write a fairy tale about Tsar Saltan.
Pushkin heard this tale from his nanny Arina Rodionovna. who knew a great many proverbs, sayings, sayings, and knew how to tell fairy tales. The famous nanny’s saying “There is a green oak at Lukomorye,” translated into verse by the poet, adorned Pushkin’s poem “Ruslan and Lyudmila.”
...That same evening, after a conversation with Zhukovsky, Pushkin began to write a fairy tale. The work moved forward quickly. One after another, wonderful poetic lines fell on the paper:

Three maidens by the window
We spun late in the evening.

At the end of August, “The Tale of Tsar Saltan, of his glorious and mighty hero Prince Gvidon Saltanovich and of the beautiful Swan Princess” was completed. Then the poet read it to his friends. According to unanimous opinion, the winner of this unusual tournament of two famous poets was Pushkin.
A few days later, as if inspired by the success of “Tsar Saltan,” the poet begins work on another fairy tale - “About the priest and his worker Balda.” This Pushkin fairy tale is crafty, there is a lot in it that is unsaid, unsaid, just like in those fairy tales that he heard in Mikhailovsky exile from passers-by...
During the days of working on “The Tale of the Priest and His Worker Balda,” Pushkin often mentally transported himself to his beloved Mikhailovskoe and recalled the noisy rural fairs that spread out under the walls of the Svyatogorsk Monastery. The fair is beautiful: everywhere you look there are carts with goods, booths; Painted carousels spin, swings fly up, laughter rings out, songs sound. And a little to the side, sitting right on the grass, wanderers and walkers tell wonderful stories and tales. The hero of these tales is a clever, savvy peasant, and the one who is fooled is always the richer - a merchant, landowner or priest.
It’s not a sin to leave a greedy and stupid priest in the cold. The priest neither sows nor plows, but eats for seven and even laughs at the peasant, calling him a fool almost to his face...
Pushkin called his hero that way - Balda. This guy is no slouch, he'll fool the devil himself. Where a priest can compete with a smart peasant, apparently, he will have to pay for his self-interest with his forehead. As soon as the priest thinks about this, he breaks out in a cold sweat... It’s good that the priest also advised the priest to send Balda to hell for the quitrent. But the priest rejoiced in vain; he still had to pay for his greed and stupidity...
Pushkin’s “The Tale of the Priest and His Worker Balda” was not published for a long time. Only after the death of the poet, with the assistance of V. A. Zhukovsky, did she appear in one of the magazines.
On September 30, 1833, an old road carriage drove into the wide courtyard of my grandfather’s house. In the three years that have passed since Pushkin’s first arrival in Boldino, nothing has changed here. The oak palisade surrounding the house stuck out so menacingly, the huge gates towered...
The poet spent six weeks in Boldino. Here he wrote two fairy tales: “Oh dead princess and about the seven heroes" and "The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish".
There was little fun in the life of the hero of Pushkin’s “Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish”: the old man caught fish for thirty-three years, and only once did luck smile on him - he brought a net goldfish. And in fact, this fish turned out to be golden: it appeared from a fisherman and new house, and a new trough...
The finale of this philosophical tale everyone knows, of course...
A. S. Pushkin wrote five poetic fairy tales. Each of them is a treasury of poetry and wisdom. No wonder some of them end with a meaningful afterword...

The fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it:
A lesson to good fellows.

Three maidens by the window
We spun late in the evening.

“If only I were a queen,”
One girl says,
Then for the whole baptized world
I would prepare a feast."
- “If only I were a queen,”
Her sister says,
Then there would be one for the whole world
I wove fabrics.”
- “If only I were a queen,”
The third sister said,
I would for the father-king
She gave birth to a hero."
I just managed to say,
The door quietly creaked,
And the king enters the room,
The sides of that sovereign.
During the entire conversation
He stood behind the fence;
Speech last on everything
He fell in love with it.
“Hello, red maiden,”
He says - be a queen
And give birth to a hero
I'm at the end of September.
You, my dear sisters,
Get out of the bright room.
Follow me
Following me and my sister:
Be one of you a weaver,
And the other one is the cook.”
The Tsar Father came out into the vestibule.
Everyone went into the palace.
The king did not gather for long:
Got married that same evening.
Tsar Saltan for an honest feast
He sat down with the young queen;
And then the honest guests
On the ivory bed
They put the young ones
And they left them alone.
The cook is angry in the kitchen,
The weaver is crying at the loom -
And they envy
To the Sovereign's wife.
And the queen is young,
Without putting things off,
I carried it from the first night.
At that time there was war.
Tsar Saltan said goodbye to his wife,
Sitting on a good horse,
She punished herself
Take care of him, loving him.

Meanwhile how far away he is
It beats long and hard,
The time of birth is coming;
God gave them a son in arshin,
And the queen over the child,
Like an eagle over an eaglet;
She sends a messenger with a letter,
To please my father.
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They want to inform her
They are ordered to take over the messenger;
They themselves send another messenger
Here's what, word by word:
“The queen gave birth in the night
Either a son or a daughter;
Not a mouse, not a frog,
And an unknown animal."
As the king-father heard,
What did the messenger tell him?
In anger he began to perform miracles
And he wanted to hang the messenger;
But, having softened this time,
He gave the messenger the following order:
"Wait for the Tsar's return
For a legal solution."
A messenger rides with a letter
And he finally arrived.
And the weaver with the cook
With in-law Babarikha
They order him to be robbed;
They make the messenger drunk
And his bag is empty
They shove another certificate -
And the drunken messenger brought
On the same day the order is as follows:
“The king orders his boyars,
Without wasting time,
And the queen and the offspring
Secretly throw into the abyss of water."
There is nothing to do: the boyars,
Worrying about the sovereign
And to the young queen,
A crowd came to her bedroom.
They declared the king's will -
She and her son have an evil share,
Read the decree aloud
And the queen at the same hour
They put me in a barrel with my son,
They tarred and drove away
And they let me into Okiyan -
This is what Tsar Saltan ordered.

The stars shine in the blue sky,
In the blue sea the waves are lashing;
A cloud is moving across the sky
A barrel floats on the sea.
Like a bitter widow
The queen is crying and struggling within her;
And the child grows there
Not by days, but by hours.
The day has passed - the queen is screaming...
And the child hurries the wave:
“Are you, my wave, a wave?
You are playful and free;
You splash wherever you want,
You sharpen sea stones
You drown the shores of the earth,
You raise ships -
Don't destroy our soul:
Throw us out onto dry land!”
And the wave listened:
She's right there on the shore
I carried the barrel out lightly
And she left quietly.
Mother and baby saved;
She feels the earth.
But who will take them out of the barrel?
Will God really leave them?
The son rose to his feet,
I rested my head on the bottom,
I strained a little:
“It’s like there’s a window looking out into the yard
Should we do it? - he said,
Knocked the bottom out and walked out.
Mother and son are now free;
They see a hill in a wide field;
The sea is blue all around,
Green oak over the hill.
The son thought: good dinner
However, we would need it.
He breaks the oak branch
And bends the bow tightly,
Silk cord from the cross
I strung an oak bow,
I broke a thin cane,
He pointed the arrow lightly
And went to the edge of the valley
Look for game by the sea.
He just approaches the sea,
It’s like he hears a groan...
Apparently, the sea is not quiet:
He looks and sees the matter dashingly:
The swan beats among the swells,
The kite flies over her;
That poor thing is just splashing,
The water is muddy and gushing all around...
He's already spread his claws,
The bloody bite has intensified...
But just as the arrow began to sing -
I hit a kite in the neck -
The kite shed blood in the sea.
The prince lowered his bow;
Looks: a kite is drowning in the sea
And it doesn’t moan like a bird’s cry,

The swan is swimming around
The evil kite pecks
Death is hastening near,
Beats with its wing and drowns in the sea -
And then to the prince
Says in Russian:
“You are the prince, my savior,
My mighty savior,
Don't worry about me
You won't eat for three days
That the arrow was lost at sea;
This grief is not grief at all.
I will repay you with kindness
I will serve you later:
You didn’t deliver the swan,
He left the girl alive;
You didn't kill the kite,
The sorcerer was shot.
I will never forget you:
You'll find me everywhere
And now you come back,
Don’t worry and go to bed.”
The swan bird flew away

Everyone calls them loudly
And the prince is crowned
Princes cap and head
They shout over themselves;
And among his capital,
With the queen's permission,
On the same day he began to reign
And he called himself: Prince Guidon.

The wind blows on the sea
And the boat speeds up;
He runs in the waves
With full sails.
The shipbuilders are amazed
There are crowds on the boat,
On a familiar island
They see a miracle in reality:
The new golden-domed city,
A pier with a strong outpost.
The guns are firing from the pier,
The ship is ordered to land.

Guests arrive at the outpost;
Prince Guidon invites them to visit,
He feeds and waters them
And he orders me to keep the answer:
"What are you, guests, bargaining with?
And where are you going now?"
The shipbuilders responded:
"We've traveled all over the world,
Traded sables
Black and brown foxes;
And now our time has come,
We're going straight east
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan..."
The prince then said to them:
"Bon voyage to you, gentlemen,
By sea along Okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
I bow to him."
The guests are on their way, and Prince Guidon
From the shore with a sad soul
Accompanying their long run;
Look - above the flowing waters
A white swan is swimming.

Why are you as quiet as a stormy day?
Why are you sad?" -
She tells him.
The prince sadly replies:
"Sadness and melancholy eats me up,
Defeated the young man:
I would like to see my father."
Swan to the prince: “This is the grief!
Well, listen: you want to go to sea
Fly behind the ship?
Be a mosquito, prince."
And flapped her wings,
The water splashed noisily
And sprayed him
From head to toe everything.
Here he shrunk to a point,
Turned into a mosquito
He flew and squealed,
I caught up with the ship at sea.
Slowly sank
On the ship - and hid in the gap.

The wind makes a cheerful noise,
The ship is running merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It's visible from afar.
The guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our daredevil has flown.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in his chamber
On the throne and in the crown
With a sad thought on his face;
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They sit near the king
And they look into his eyes.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
"Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,
How long did it take? Where?
Is it good or bad overseas?
And what miracle is there in the world?"
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living overseas is not bad,
In the world, here’s a miracle:
The island was steep in the sea,
Not private, not residential;
It lay as an empty plain;
A single oak tree grew on it;
And now it stands on it
New city with a palace,
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens,
And Prince Guidon sits in it;
He sent you his regards."

Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle;
He says: “As long as I’m alive,
I’ll visit the wonderful island,
I’ll stay with Guidon.”
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They don't want to let him in
A wonderful island to visit.
“It’s a curiosity, really,”
Winking at others slyly,
The cook says,
The city is by the sea!
Know that this is not a trifle:
Spruce in the forest, under the spruce squirrel,
The squirrel sings songs
And he keeps nibbling on nuts,
And nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden,
The cores are pure emerald;
That's what they call a miracle."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle,
And the mosquito is angry, angry -
And the mosquito just bit into it
Aunt right in the right eye.

The cook turned pale
She froze and winced.
Servants, in-law and sister
They catch a mosquito with a scream.
"You damned midge!
We you!.." And he through the window
Yes, calm down to your destiny
Flew across the sea.

Again the prince walks by the sea,
He doesn’t take his eyes off the blue sea;
Look - above the flowing waters
A white swan is swimming.
"Hello, my handsome prince!
Why are you as quiet as a stormy day?
Why are you sad?" -
She tells him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness and melancholy eats me up;
Wonderful miracle
I'd like to. There is somewhere
Spruce in the forest, under the spruce there is a squirrel;
A miracle, really, not a trifle -
The squirrel sings songs
Yes, he gnaws on nuts,
And nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden,
The cores are pure emerald;
But maybe people are lying."
The swan answers the prince:
“The world tells the truth about the squirrel;
I know this miracle;
Enough, prince, my soul,
Do not worry; glad to serve
I will show you friendship."
With a cheerful soul
The prince went home;
As soon as I stepped into the wide courtyard -
Well? under the tall tree,
He sees the squirrel in front of everyone
The golden one gnaws a nut,
The emerald takes out,
And he collects the shells,
Places equal piles
And sings with a whistle
To be honest in front of all the people:
"Whether in the garden or in the vegetable garden..."

Prince Guidon was amazed.
“Well, thank you,” he said, “
Oh yes, the swan - God bless her,
It’s the same fun for me.”
Prince for the squirrel later
Built a crystal house
The guard was assigned to him
And a clerk at that