Tale of Tsar Saltan, his son, the glorious and mighty hero, Prince Gvidon Saltanovich and the beautiful swan princess. Alexander Pushkin - The Tale of Tsar Saltan

Part four

The wind walks on the sea

And the boat is urging;

He runs in waves

On raised sails

Past the steep island

Past the big city:

Cannons from the pier are firing,

The ship is ordered to stop.

Guests come to the outpost;

Prince Gvidon invites them to visit,

They are fed and watered

And he orders to keep the answer:

“What are you, guests, bargaining for

And where are you sailing now?

The sailors replied:

"We've traveled all over the world

We traded horses

All Don stallions

And now we've got time -

And we have a long way to go:

Past the island of Buyana,

To the realm of the glorious Saltan..."

Then the prince says to them:

"Good luck to you, gentlemen,

By sea by Okiya

To the glorious Tsar Saltan;

Yes, tell me: Prince Guidon

He sends his bow to the tsar.”

The guests bowed to the prince,

They got out and hit the road.

To the sea the prince - and the swan is there

Already walking on the waves.

The prince prays: the soul asks,

It pulls and pulls...

Here she is again

Instantly sprinkled everything:

The prince turned into a fly,

Flew and dropped

Between sea and sky

On the ship - and climbed into the gap.

The wind blows merrily

The ship runs merrily

Past the island of Buyana,

In the kingdom of the glorious Saltan -

And the desired country

It's visible from afar;

Here the guests came ashore;

Tsar Saltan calls them to visit,

And follow them to the palace

Our darling has flown.

He sees: all shining in gold,

Tsar Saltan sits in the 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

Sitting around the king

They look like evil frogs.

Tsar Saltan planting guests

At your table and asks:

"Oh you gentlemen,

How long did you travel? where?

Is it okay overseas, or is it bad,

And what is the miracle in the world?

The sailors replied:

“We have traveled all over the world;

Overseas life is not bad;

In the light, what a miracle:

An island in the sea lies

The city stands on the island

With golden-domed churches,

With towers and gardens;

Spruce grows in front of the palace,

And under it is a crystal house;

The squirrel lives there tame,

Yes, what an entertainer!

The squirrel sings songs

Yes, the nuts gnaw everything,

And nuts are not simple,

All shells are golden

The cores are pure emerald;

Servants guard the squirrel

They serve her as servants of various kinds -

And a clerk was assigned

Strict account of nuts news;

Gives her army honor;

Coins are poured from shells

Let them float around the world;

Girls pour emerald

In pantries, but under a bushel;

Everyone in that island is rich

There is no pic, there are wards everywhere;

And Prince Gvidon sits in it;

He sent you a bow."

Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.

"If only I'm alive,

I will visit a wonderful island,

I'll stay at Guidon's.

And the weaver and the cook,

With the matchmaker Babarikha,

They don't want to let him go

Wonderful island to visit.

Smiling under the rug,

The weaver says to the king:

"What's so amazing about that? Here you go!

Squirrel gnaws pebbles,

Throws gold and into piles

Rakes emeralds;

This does not surprise us

Are you telling the truth, no?

There is another wonder in the world:

The sea rages violently

Boil, raise a howl,

Will rush to the empty shore,

Will spill in a noisy run,

And find themselves on the shore

In scales, like the heat of grief,

Thirty-three heroes

All beauties are gone

young giants,

Everyone is equal, as for selection,

Uncle Chernomor is with them.

It's a miracle, it's such a miracle

You can be fair!”

Smart guests are silent,

They don't want to argue with her.

Tsar Saltan marvels at the diva,

And Gvidon is angry, angry...

He buzzed and just

Auntie sat on her left eye,

And the weaver turned pale:

"Ai!" and immediately crooked;

Everyone shouts: "Catch, catch,

Give it up, give it up...

Here already! stay a little

Wait ... "And the prince in the window,

Yes, calmly in your lot

Flew across the sea.

The prince walks by the blue of the sea,

He does not take his eyes off the blue of the sea;

Look - over flowing waters

The white swan is swimming.

“Hello, my beautiful prince!

Why are you as quiet as a rainy day?

Saddened by what? -

She tells him.

Prince Gvidon answers her:

"Sadness-longing eats me -

I would like a marvel

Transfer me to my lot.

"And what is this miracle?"

Somewhere it will swell violently

Okian, will raise a howl,

Will rush to the empty shore,

Will spill in a noisy run,

And find themselves on the shore

In scales, like the heat of grief,

Thirty-three heroes

All handsome young

The giants are gone

Everyone is equal, as for selection,

Uncle Chernomor is with them.

The swan replies to the prince:

“Is that what, prince, confuses you?

Don't worry, my soul

I know this miracle.

These knights of the sea

After all, all my brothers are my own.

Don't be sad, go

Wait for your brothers to visit."

The prince went, forgetting grief,

Sat on the tower and on the sea

He began to look; the sea suddenly

buzzed around,

Splashed in a noisy run

And left on the shore

Thirty-three heroes;

In scales, like the heat of grief,

Knights are coming in couples,

And, shining with gray hair,

Uncle is ahead

And leads them to the city.

Prince Gvidon escapes from the tower,

Meets dear guests;

In a hurry, the people are running;

Uncle to the prince says:

"The swan sent us to you

And punished

Your glorious city to keep

And bypass the watch.

We are now daily

We will definitely be together

At your high walls

Come out of 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 walks on the sea
And the boat is urging;
He runs in waves
On raised sails
Past the steep island
Past the big city:
Cannons from the pier are firing,
The ship is ordered to stop.
Guests come to the outpost;
Prince Gvidon invites them to visit,
They are fed and watered
And he orders to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining for
And where are you sailing now?
The sailors replied:
"We've traveled all over the world
We traded horses
All Don stallions
And now we've got time -
And we have a long way to go:

Past the island of Buyana,
To the realm of the glorious Saltan..."
Then the prince says to them:
"Good luck to you, gentlemen,
By sea by Okiya
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
Yes, tell me: Prince Guidon
He sends his bow to the tsar.”

The guests bowed to the prince,
They got out and hit the road.
To the sea the prince - and the swan is there
Already walking on the waves.

The prince prays: the soul asks,
It pulls and pulls...
Here she is again
Instantly sprinkled everything:
The prince turned into a fly,
Flew and dropped
Between sea and sky
On the ship - and climbed into the gap.

The wind blows merrily
The ship runs merrily
Past the island of Buyana,
In the kingdom of the glorious Saltan -
And the desired country
It's visible from afar;
Here the guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan calls them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our darling has flown.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in the 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
Sitting around the king
They look like evil frogs.

Tsar Saltan planting guests
At your table and asks:
"Oh you gentlemen,
How long did you travel? where?
Is it okay overseas, or is it bad,
And what is the miracle in the world?

The sailors replied:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Overseas life is not bad;
In the light, what a miracle:
An island in the sea lies
The city stands on the island
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
Spruce grows in front of the palace,
And under it is a crystal house;
The squirrel lives there tame,
Yes, what an entertainer!
The squirrel sings songs
Yes, the nuts gnaw everything,
And nuts are not simple,
All shells are golden
The cores are pure emerald;
Servants guard the squirrel
They serve her as servants of various kinds -
And a clerk was assigned
Strict account of nuts news;
Gives her army honor;
Coins are poured from shells
Let them float around the world;
Girls pour emerald
In pantries, but under a bushel;
Everyone in that island is rich
There is no pic, there are wards everywhere;
And Prince Gvidon sits in it;
He sent you a bow."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"If only I'm alive,
I will visit a wonderful island,
I'll stay at Guidon's.

And the weaver and the cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha,
They don't want to let him go
Wonderful island to visit.
Smiling under the rug,
The weaver says to the king:
"What's so amazing about that? Here you go!
Squirrel gnaws pebbles,
Throws gold and into piles
Rakes emeralds;
This does not surprise us
Are you telling the truth, no?
There is another wonder in the world:
The sea rages violently
Boil, raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will spill in a noisy run,
And find themselves on the shore
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All beauties are gone
young giants,
Everyone is equal, as for selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
It's a miracle, it's such a miracle
You can be fair!”
Smart guests are silent,
They don't want to argue with her.
Tsar Saltan marvels at the diva,
And Gvidon is angry, angry...
He buzzed and just
Auntie sat on her left eye,
And the weaver turned pale:
"Ai!" and immediately crooked;
Everyone shouts: "Catch, catch,
Give it up, give it up...
Here already! stay a little
Wait ... "And the prince in the window,
Yes, calmly in your lot
Flew across the sea.

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Three maidens by the window
Were spinning late in the evening.
"If I were a queen, -
One girl says
That is for the whole baptized world
I'd make a feast."
"If I were a queen, -
Her sister says,
That would be one for the whole world
I wove canvases."
"If I were a queen, -
The third sister said, -
I would be for the father-king
She gave birth to a rich man."

Just had time 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 throughout
Loved him.
"Hello, red maiden, -
He says, be a queen
And give birth to a hero
Me by the end of September.
Well, you, dove sisters,
Get out of the light
Ride after me
Following me and my sister:
Be one of you weaver
And another cook."

The tsar-father came out into the canopy.
Everyone went to the palace.
The king did not gather for a long time:
Got married the same evening.
Tsar Saltan for an honest feast
Sat down with the young queen;
And then honest guests
On an ivory bed
Laid young
And left alone.
The cook is angry in the kitchen
The weaver is crying at the loom,
And they envy
The sovereign's wife.
And the young queen
Do not put things off in the distance,
Got it from the first night.

At that time there was a war.
Tsar Saltan, saying goodbye to his wife,
Sitting on a good horse,
She punished herself
Save it, love it.
While he is far away
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 eagle;
She sends a letter with a messenger,
To please my father.
And the weaver and the cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha,
They want to let her know
They tell you to take over the messenger;
They themselves send another messenger
Here's what word for word:
"The queen gave birth in the night
Not a son, not a daughter;
Not a mouse, not a frog,
And an unknown little animal."

As the king-father heard,
What did the messenger bring him?
In anger he began to wonder
And he wanted to hang the messenger;
But softened this time
He gave the messenger the following order:
"Waiting for the return of the queen
For a legal solution."

A messenger rides with a diploma,
And finally arrived.
And the weaver and the cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha,
They tell him to rob him;
Drunk messenger drink
And in his empty bag
They thrust another letter -
And brought a drunken messenger
On the same day, the order is:
"The tsar orders his boyars,
Wasting no time,
And the queen and the offspring
Secretly thrown into the abyss of waters."
There is nothing to do: the boyars,
Having mourned about the sovereign
And the young queen
A crowd came to her bedroom.
Declared the royal will -
She and her son have an evil fate,
Read the decree aloud
And the queen at the same time
They put me in a barrel with my son,
Prayed, rolled
And they let me into Okiyan -
So ordered de Tsar Saltan.

The stars are shining in the blue sky
In the blue sea the waves are whipping;
A cloud is moving across the sky
The barrel floats on the sea.
Like a bitter widow
Cries, the queen beats in her;
And a child grows there
Not by days, but by hours.
The day has passed, the queen cries...
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 shore of the earth,
Raise the ships
Do not destroy our soul:
Throw us out on land!"
And the wave listened:
Right there on the shore
The barrel was taken out lightly
And she stepped back slowly.
The mother with the baby is saved;
She feels the earth.
But who will take them out of the barrel?
Will God leave them?
The son rose to his feet
He rested his head on the bottom,
Struggled a little:
"Like a window in the yard
Shall we do it?" he said.
Kick the bottom out and get out.

Mother and son are now free;
They see a hill in a wide field,
The blue sea all around
Oak green over the hill.
Son thought: good dinner
We would, however, need.
He breaks at the oak branch
And in tight bends the bow,
Silk cord from the cross
Pulled on an oak bow,
I broke a thin cane,
I sharpened it with a light arrow
And went to the edge of the valley
Look for game by the sea.

He only comes to the sea
So he hears like a groan ...
It can be seen the sea is not quiet;
Looks - sees the matter famously:
The swan beats among the swells,
The kite rushes over her;
That poor thing is crying
The water around is muddy and whipping ...
He has spread his claws
The bloody nibble pricked up...
But as soon as the arrow sang,
I hit a kite in the neck -
The kite shed blood in the sea,
The prince lowered his bow;
Looks: the kite is drowning in the sea
And not a bird's cry groans,
The swan swims around
The evil kite pecks,
Death is near,
Beats with a wing and drowns in the sea -
And then to the prince
Says in Russian:
"You, prince, are my savior,
My mighty deliverer
Don't worry about me
You won't eat for three days
That the arrow was lost in the sea;
This grief is not grief.
I will repay you well
I will serve you later:
You did not deliver the swan,
Left the girl alive;
You didn't kill a kite
Shot the sorcerer.
I will never forget you:
You will find me everywhere
And now you come back
Don't worry and go to sleep."

The swan flew away
And the prince and the queen,
Spending the whole day like this
We decided to lie down on an empty stomach.
Here the prince opened his eyes;
Shaking the dreams of the night
And wondering in front of you
He sees a big city
Walls with frequent battlements,
And behind the white walls
Church tops gleam
and holy monasteries.
He soon wakes the queen;
She gasps! .. "Will it be? -
He says, I see:
My swan amuses itself."
Mother and son go to the city.
Just stepped on the fence
deafening chime
Rising from all sides
People are pouring towards them,
The church choir praises God;
In golden carts
A lush courtyard meets them;
Everyone praises them loudly
And the prince is crowned
Princely cap, and the head
They proclaim over themselves;
And in the midst of their capital,
With the permission of the queen,
On the same day he began to reign
And he called himself: Prince Guidon.

The wind is blowing on the sea
And the boat is urging;
He runs in waves
On swollen sails.
The sailors marvel
Crowding on the boat
On a familiar island
A miracle is seen in reality:
The new golden-domed city,
Pier with a strong outpost;
Cannons from the pier are firing,
The ship is ordered to stop.
Guests come to the outpost;
He feeds and waters them
And he orders to keep the answer:
"What are you, guests, bargaining
And where are you going now?"
The sailors replied:
"We've traveled all over the world
traded sables,
Silver foxes;
And now we're out of time
We're going straight east
Past the island of Buyana,
The prince then said to them:
"Good luck to you, gentlemen,
By sea by Okiya
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
Kudos to him from me."
The guests are on their way, and Prince Gvidon
From the shore with a sad soul
Accompanies their long-distance run;
Look - over flowing waters
The white swan is swimming.

Saddened by what?"
She tells him.
The prince replies sadly:
"Sorrow-longing eats me,
Defeated the young man:
I would like to see my father."
Swan to the prince: "That's the grief!
Well, listen: you want to go to sea
Follow the ship?
Be, prince, you are a mosquito.
And waved its wings
Splashed water noisily
And splashed him
Everything from head to toe.
Here he has shrunk to a point.
Turned into a mosquito
Flew and squeaked
The ship overtook the sea,
Slowly went down
On the ship - and huddled in the crack.

The wind blows merrily
The ship runs merrily
Past the island of Buyana,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It's visible from afar.
Here the guests came ashore;
And follow them to the palace
Our darling has flown.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in the chamber
On the throne and in the crown
With a sad thought on his face;
And the weaver and the cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha,
Sitting around the king
And look into his eyes.
Tsar Saltan planting guests
At your table and asks:
"Oh you gentlemen,
How long did you travel? where?
Is it okay overseas, or is it bad?
And what is the miracle in the world?
The sailors replied:
"We have traveled all over the world;
Overseas life is not bad,
In the light, what a miracle:
In the sea, the island was steep,
Not private, not residential;
It lay on an empty plain;
A single oak tree grew on it;
And now stands on it
New city with a palace
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens,
And Prince Gvidon sits in it;
He sent you a bow."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle;
He says: "If I live,
I will visit a wonderful island,
I'll stay at Guidon's."
And the weaver and the cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha,
They don't want to let him go
Wonderful island to visit.
"Already a curiosity, well, right, -
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 the nuts gnaws everything,
And nuts are not simple,
All shells are golden
The nuclei 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 got stuck
Aunt right in the right eye.
The cook turned pale
Died and crumpled.
Servants, in-laws and sister
With a cry they catch a mosquito.
"You damned moth!
We are you! .. "And he is in the window,
Yes, calmly in your lot
Flew across the sea.

Again the prince walks by the sea,
He does not take his eyes off the blue of the sea;
Look - over flowing waters
The white swan is swimming.
"Hello, my beautiful prince!
Saddened by what?"
She tells him.
Prince Gvidon answers her:
"Sadness-longing eats me;
Miracle wonderful start
I'd like to. Somewhere there
Spruce in the forest, under the spruce squirrel;
Wonder, right, not a trifle -
The squirrel sings songs
Yes, the nuts gnaw everything,
And nuts are not simple,
All shells are golden
The nuclei are pure emerald;
But maybe people are lying."
The swan replies to the prince:
"The light tells the truth about the squirrel;
I know this miracle;
Enough, prince, my soul,
Do not worry; happy service
I'll show you friendship."
With an uplifted soul
The prince went home;
Just stepped into the wide yard -
Well? under the high tree
Sees the squirrel in front of everyone
Golden gnaws on a nut,
Emerald takes out
And collects the shell
Heaps equal puts
And sings with a whistle
With honesty in front of all the people:
Whether in the garden, in the garden.
Prince Gvidon was amazed.
"Well, thank you," he said.
Oh yes swan - God forbid,
As for me, the fun is the same."
Prince for the squirrel later
Built a crystal house
sent a guard to him
And besides, the deacon forced
A strict account of the nuts is news.
Profit to the prince, honor to the squirrel.

The wind walks on the sea
And the boat is urging;
He runs in waves
On raised sails
Past the steep island
Past the big city:
Cannons from the pier are firing,
The ship is ordered to stop.
Guests come to the outpost;
Prince Gvidon invites them to visit,
They are fed and watered
And he orders to keep the answer:
"What are you, guests, bargaining
And where are you going now?"
The sailors replied:
"We've traveled all over the world
We traded horses
All Don stallions
And now we've got time -
And we have a long way to go:
Past the island of Buyana,
To the realm of glorious Saltan..."
Then the prince says to them:
"Good luck to you, gentlemen,
By sea by Okiya
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
Yes, tell me: Prince Guidon
He sends his respects to the king."

The guests bowed to the prince,
To the sea the prince - and the swan is there
Already walking on the waves.
The prince prays: the soul asks,
It pulls and pulls...
Here she is again
Instantly sprinkled everything:
The prince turned into a fly,
Flew and dropped
Between sea and sky
On the ship - and climbed into the gap.

The wind blows merrily
The ship runs merrily
Past the island of Buyana,
In the kingdom of the glorious Saltan -
And the desired country
It's visible from afar;
Here the guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan calls them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our darling has flown.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in the 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
Sitting around the king
They look like evil frogs.
Tsar Saltan planting guests
At your table and asks:
"Oh you gentlemen,
How long did you travel? where?
Is it okay overseas, or is it bad,
And what is the miracle in the world?
The sailors replied:
"We have traveled all over the world;
Overseas life is not bad;
In the light, what a miracle:
An island in the sea lies
The city stands on the island
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
Spruce grows in front of the palace,
And under it is a crystal house;
The squirrel lives there tame,
Yes, what an entertainer!
The squirrel sings songs
Yes, the nuts gnaw everything,
And nuts are not simple,
All shells are golden
The nuclei are pure emerald;
Servants guard the squirrel
They serve her as servants of various kinds -
And a clerk was assigned
Strict account of nuts news;
Gives her army honor;
Coins are poured from shells
Let them float around the world;
Girls pour emerald
In pantries, but under a bushel;
Everyone in that island is rich
There is no pic, there are wards everywhere;
And Prince Gvidon sits in it;
He sent you a bow."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"If only I'm alive,
I will visit a wonderful island,
I'll stay at Guidon's."
And the weaver and the cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha,
They don't want to let him go
Wonderful island to visit.
Smiling under the rug,
The weaver says to the king:
"What's so wonderful about it? Well, here it is!
Squirrel gnaws pebbles,
Throws gold and into piles
Rakes emeralds;
This does not surprise us
Are you telling the truth, no?
There is another wonder in the world:
The sea rages violently
Boil, raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will spill in a noisy run,
And find themselves on the shore
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All beauties are gone
young giants,
Everyone is equal, as for selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
It's a miracle, it's such a miracle
You can be fair!"
Smart guests are silent,
They don't want to argue with her.
Tsar Saltan marvels at the diva,
And Gvidon is angry, angry...
He buzzed and just
Auntie sat on her left eye,
And the weaver turned pale:
"Ai!" and immediately crooked;
Everyone shouts: "Catch, catch,
Give it up, give it up...
Here already! stay a little
Wait ... "And the prince in the window,
Yes, calmly in your lot
Flew across the sea.

The prince walks by the blue of the sea,
He does not take his eyes off the blue of the sea;
Look - over flowing waters
The white swan is swimming.
"Hello, my beautiful prince!
Why are you as quiet as a rainy day?
Saddened by what?"
She tells him.
Prince Gvidon answers her:
"Sadness-longing eats me -
I would like a marvel
Transfer me to my lot."
"And what is this miracle?"
- Somewhere it will swell violently
Okian, will raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will spill in a noisy run,
And find themselves on the shore
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All handsome young
The giants are gone
Everyone is equal, as for selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
The swan replies to the prince:
"That's what, prince, confuses you?
Don't worry, my soul
I know this miracle.
These knights of the sea
After all, all my brothers are my own.
Don't be sad, go
Wait for your brothers to visit."

The prince went, forgetting grief,
Sat on the tower and on the sea
He began to look; the sea suddenly
buzzed around,
Splashed in a noisy run
And left on the shore
Thirty-three heroes;
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Knights are coming in couples,
And, shining with gray hair,
Uncle is ahead
And leads them to the city.
Prince Gvidon escapes from the tower,
Meets dear guests;
In a hurry, the people are running;
Uncle to the prince says:
"The swan sent us to you
And punished
Your glorious city to keep
And bypass the watch.
We are now daily
We will definitely be together
At your high walls
Come out of 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 walks on the sea
And the boat is urging;
He runs in waves
On raised sails
Past the steep island
Past the big city;
Cannons from the pier are firing,
The ship is ordered to stop.
Guests arrive at the outpost.
Prince Gvidon invites them to visit,
They are fed and watered
And he orders to keep the answer:
"What are you, guests, bargaining for?
And where are you going now?"
The sailors replied:
"We have traveled all over the world;
We traded bulat
Pure silver and gold
And now we are out of time;
And we have a long way to go
Past the island of Buyana,
To the realm of the glorious Saltan."
Then the prince says to them:
"Good luck to you, gentlemen,
By sea by Okiya
To the glorious Tsar Saltan.
Yes, tell me: Prince Guidon
He sends his bow to the king."

The guests bowed to the prince,
They got out and hit the road.
To the sea the prince, and the swan is there
Already walking on the waves.
The prince again: the soul asks...
It pulls and pulls...
And again she
Splattered all over.
Here he is greatly reduced.
The prince turned into a bumblebee,
It flew and buzzed;
The ship overtook the sea,
Slowly went down
To the stern - and huddled in the crack.

The wind blows merrily
The ship runs merrily
Past the island of Buyana,
To the realm of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It's visible from afar.
Here come the guests.
Tsar Saltan calls them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our darling has flown.
He sees, all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in the chamber
On the throne and in the crown,
With a sad thought on his face.
And the weaver and the cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha,
Sitting around the king
Four all three look.
Tsar Saltan planting guests
At your table and asks:
"Oh you gentlemen,
How long did you travel? where?
Is it okay overseas or is it bad?
And what is the miracle in the world?
The sailors replied:
"We have traveled all over the world;
Overseas life is not bad;
In the light, what a miracle:
An island in the sea lies
The city stands on the island,
Every day there is a miracle:
The sea rages violently
Boil, raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will spill in a quick run -
And stay on the beach
Thirty-three heroes
In scales of golden grief,
All handsome young
The giants are gone
Everyone is equal, as in selection;
Old uncle Chernomor
With them comes out of the sea
And brings them out in pairs,
To keep that island
And bypass the watch -
And that guard is not more reliable,
Not braver, not more diligent.
And Prince Gvidon sits there;
He sent you a bow."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"As long as I'm alive,
I will visit a wonderful island
And I'll stay with the prince."
Cook and weaver
Not Gugu - but Babarikha
Laughing says:
"Who will surprise us with this?
People come out of the sea
And they wander around on their own!
Whether they tell the truth, or they lie,
I don't see the diva here.
Is there such a diva in the world?
Here comes the true rumor:
There is a princess beyond the sea,
What you can't take your eyes off:
In the daytime, the light of God eclipses,
Lights up the earth at night
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead a star burns.
And she is majestic
It floats like a pava;
And as the speech says,
Like a river murmurs.
You can speak fairly
It's a miracle, it's a miracle."
Smart guests are silent:
They don't want to argue with a woman.
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle -
And the prince, though angry,
But he regrets
His old grandmother:
He buzzes over her, spinning -
Sits right on her nose,
The nose was stung by the hero:
A blister popped up on my nose.
And again the alarm went:
"Help, for God's sake!
Guard! catch, catch,
Give it up, give it up...
Here already! wait a little
Wait! .. "And the bumblebee in the window,
Yes, calmly in your lot
Flew across the sea.

The prince walks by the blue of the sea,
He does not take his eyes off the blue of the sea;
Look - over flowing waters
The white swan is swimming.
"Hello, my beautiful prince!
Why are you as quiet as a rainy day?
Saddened by what?"
She tells him.
Prince Gvidon answers her:
"Sadness-longing eats me:
People get married; I look
I'm the only one who's unmarried."
- And who is in mind
You have? - "Yes, in the world,
They say there is a princess
That you can't take your eyes off.
In the daytime, the light of God eclipses,
Lights up the earth at night
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead a star burns.
And she is majestic
Acts like a pava;
He speaks sweetly
It's like a river is babbling.
Only, that's enough, is it true?"
The prince fearfully waits 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 a white pen,
Yes, you can’t shut your belt.
I'll give you advice -
Listen: about everything about it
Think through the way
Don't repent later."
The prince began to swear before her,
It's time for him to get married
What about it about everything
He changed his mind by;
What is ready with a passionate soul
For the beautiful princess
He walks to go from here
At least for distant lands.
The swan is here, taking a deep breath,
She said: "Why so far?
Know that your fate is near
After all, this princess is me.
Here she flaps her wings
Flew over the waves
And to the shore from above
Dropped into the bushes
Startled, shaken off
And the princess turned around:
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead a star burns;
And she is majestic
Acts like a pava;
And as the speech says,
Like a river murmurs.
The prince embraces the princess,
Presses against a white chest
And leads her quickly
To my dear mother.
Prince at her feet, begging:
"Dear Empress!
I chose my wife
Daughter obedient to you
We ask both permissions
your blessings:
bless the children
Live in council and love."
Over the head of their obedient
Mother with miraculous icon
Sheds tears and says:
"God will reward you, children."
The prince was not going for a long time,
Married to the princess;
They began to live and live
Yes, wait for the offspring.

The wind walks on the sea
And the boat is urging;
He runs in waves
On swollen sails
Past the steep island
Past the big city;
Cannons from the pier are firing,
The ship is ordered to stop.
Guests arrive at the outpost.
Prince Gvidon invites them to visit,
He feeds and waters them
And he orders to keep the answer:
"What are you, guests, bargaining
And where are you going now?"
The sailors replied:
"We've traveled all over the world
We traded in vain
unspecified product;
And we have a long way to go:
Come back to the east
Past the island of Buyana,
To the realm of the glorious Saltan."
The prince then said to them:
"Good luck to you, gentlemen,
By sea by Okiya
To the glorious gift of Saltan;
Yes, remind him
To his sovereign:
He promised to visit us
And so far I have not gathered -
I send him my regards."
The guests are on their way, and Prince Gvidon
Stayed at home this time.
And he did not leave his wife.

The wind blows merrily
The ship runs merrily
Past Buyana Island
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And a familiar country
It's visible from afar.
Here come the guests.
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit.
Guests see: in the palace
The king sits in his crown,
And the weaver and the cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha,
Sitting around the king
Four all three look.
Tsar Saltan planting guests
At your table and asks:
"Oh you gentlemen,
How long did you travel? where?
Is it okay overseas, or is it bad?
And what is the miracle in the world?
The sailors replied:
"We have traveled all over the world;
Overseas life is not bad,
In the light, what a miracle:
An island in the sea lies
The city stands on the island,
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
Spruce grows in front of the palace,
And under it is a crystal house;
The squirrel lives in it tame,
Yes, what a miracle!
Squirrel sings songs
Yes, the nuts gnaw everything;
And nuts are not simple,
The shells are golden
The nuclei are pure emerald;
The squirrel is groomed, protected.
There is another wonder:
The sea rages violently
Boil, raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will spill in a quick run,
And find themselves on the shore
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All beauties are gone
young giants,
Everyone is equal, as in the selection -
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
And that guard is not more reliable,
Not braver, not more diligent.
And the prince has a wife,
What you can't take your eyes off:
In the daytime, the light of God eclipses,
Illuminates the earth at night;
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead a star burns.
Prince Gvidon rules that city,
Everyone zealously praises him;
He sent you a bow
Yes, he blames you:
He promised to visit us,
And so far I haven't gotten around to it."

Here the king could not resist,
He ordered the fleet to be equipped.
And the weaver and the cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha,
They don't want to let the king go
Wonderful island to visit.
But Saltan does not listen to them
And just calms them down:
"What am I? a king or a child? —
He says not jokingly:
Now I'm going!" - Then he stomped,
He went out and slammed the door.

Gvidon is sitting under the window,
Silently looks at the sea:
It does not make noise, it does not whip,
Only barely, barely trembling,
And in the azure distance
Ships appeared:
Through the plains of Okiyana
The fleet of Tsar Saltan is coming.
Prince Gvidon then jumped up,
He shouted loudly:
"My dear mother!
You are a young princess!
Look there:
Father is coming here."
The fleet is approaching the island.
Prince Gvidon points the pipe:
The king is on deck
And looks at them through the chimney;
With him is a weaver with a cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha;
They are surprised
unfamiliar side.
The cannons fired at once;
The bell towers rang;
Gvidon himself goes to the sea;
There he meets the king
With a cook and a weaver,
With the matchmaker Babarikha;
He brought the king into the city,
Saying nothing.

Everyone now goes to the wards:
Armor shines at the gate,
And stand in the eyes of the king
Thirty-three heroes
All handsome young
The giants are gone
Everyone is equal, as for selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
The king stepped into the wide courtyard:
There under the high tree
The squirrel sings a song
The golden nut gnaws
Emerald takes out
And lowers it into the bag;
And a large yard is sown
Golden shell.
The guests are far away - hastily
Look - what? princess is amazing
Under the scythe the moon shines,
And in the forehead a star burns;
And she is majestic
Acts like a pava
And she leads her mother-in-law.
The king looks and finds out...
Zealousness leaped up in him!
"What do I see? what is it?
How!" - and the spirit in him took up ...
The king burst into tears
He embraces the queen
And the son, and the young woman,
And they all sit down at the table;
And the merry feast went.
And the weaver and the cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha,
They ran to the corners;
They were found hard there.
Here they confessed everything
They confessed, burst into tears;
Such a king for joy
He sent all three home.
The day has passed - Tsar Saltan
They put me to bed drunk.
I was there; honey, drinking beer -
And his mustache just wet.

The Tale of Tsar Saltan, his son, the glorious and mighty hero Prince Gvidon Saltanovich, and the beautiful swan princess

Three maidens by the window
Were spinning late in the evening.
"If I were a queen, -
One girl says
That is for the whole baptized world
I would prepare a feast."
"If I were a queen, -
Her sister says,
That would be one for the whole world
I wove canvases.
"If I were a queen, -
The third sister said, -
I would be for the father-king
She gave birth to a hero."

Just had time 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 throughout
Loved him.
"Hello, red girl, -
He says - be a queen
And give birth to a hero
Me by the end of September.
Well, you, dove sisters,
Get out of the light
Ride after me
Following me and my sister:
Be one of you weaver
And another cook."

The tsar-father came out into the canopy.
Everyone went to the palace.
The king did not gather for a long time:
Got married the same evening.
Tsar Saltan for an honest feast
Sat down with the young queen;
And then honest guests
On an ivory bed
Laid young
And left alone.
The cook is angry in the kitchen
The weaver is crying at the loom,
And they envy
The sovereign's wife.
And the young queen
Do not put things off in the distance,
Got it from the first night.

At that time there was a war.
Tsar Saltan, saying goodbye to his wife,
Sitting on a good horse,
She punished herself
Save it, love it.
While he is far away
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 eagle;
She sends a letter with a messenger,
To please my father.
And the weaver and the cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha,
They want to let her know
They tell you to take over the messenger;
They themselves send another messenger
Here's what word for word:
"The queen gave birth in the night
Not a son, not a daughter;
Not a mouse, not a frog,
And an unknown little animal.

As the king-father heard,
What did the messenger bring him?
In anger he began to wonder
And he wanted to hang the messenger;
But softened this time
He gave the messenger the following order:
"Waiting for the return of the queen
For a legal solution."

A messenger rides with a diploma,
And finally arrived.
And the weaver and the cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha,
They tell him to rob him;
Drunk messenger drink
And in his empty bag
Shove another letter -
And brought a drunken messenger
On the same day, the order is:
"The tsar orders his boyars,
Wasting no time,
And the queen and the offspring
Secretly thrown into the abyss of waters.
There is nothing to do: the boyars,
Having mourned about the sovereign
And the young queen
A crowd came to her bedroom.
Declared the royal will -
She and her son have an evil fate,
Read the decree aloud
And the queen at the same time
They put me in a barrel with my son,
Prayed, rolled
And they let me into Okiyan -
So ordered de Tsar Saltan.

The stars are shining in the blue sky
In the blue sea the waves are whipping;
A cloud is moving across the sky
The barrel floats on the sea.
Like a bitter widow
Cries, the queen beats in her;
And a child grows there
Not by days, but by hours.
The day has passed, the queen cries ...
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 shore of the earth,
Raise the ships
Do not destroy our soul:
Throw us out on land!"
And the wave listened:
Right there on the shore
The barrel was taken out lightly
And she stepped back slowly.
The mother with the baby is saved;
She feels the earth.
But who will take them out of the barrel?
Will God leave them?
The son rose to his feet
He rested his head on the bottom,
Struggled a little:
“As if there is a window on the yard
Should we do it?" he said
Kick the bottom out and get out.

Mother and son are now free;
They see a hill in a wide field,
The blue sea all around
Oak green over the hill.
Son thought: good dinner
We would, however, need.
He breaks at the oak branch
And in tight bends the bow,
Silk cord from the cross
Pulled on an oak bow,
I broke a thin cane,
I sharpened it with a light arrow
And went to the edge of the valley
Look for game by the sea.

He only comes to the sea
So he hears like a groan ...
It can be seen the sea is not quiet;
Looks - sees the matter famously:
The swan beats among the swells,
The kite rushes over her;
That poor thing is crying
The water around is muddy and whipping ...
He has spread his claws
The bloody nibble pricked up ...
But as soon as the arrow sang,
I hit a kite in the neck -
The kite shed blood in the sea,
The prince lowered his bow;
Looks: the kite is drowning in the sea
And not a bird's cry groans,
The swan swims around
The evil kite pecks,
Death is near,
It beats with a wing and drowns in the sea -
And then to the prince
Says in Russian:
“You, prince, are my savior,
My mighty deliverer
Don't worry about me
You won't eat for three days
That the arrow was lost in the sea;
This grief is not grief.
I will repay you well
I will serve you later:
You did not deliver the swan,
Left the girl alive;
You didn't kill a kite
Shot the sorcerer.
I will never forget you:
You will find me everywhere
And now you come back
Don't worry and go to sleep."

The swan flew away
And the prince and the queen,
Spending the whole day like this
We decided to lie down on an empty stomach.
Here the prince opened his eyes;
Shaking the dreams of the night
And wondering in front of you
He sees a big city
Walls with frequent battlements,
And behind the white walls
Church tops gleam
and holy monasteries.
He soon wakes the queen;
She gasps! .. “Will it be? -
He says, I see:
My swan amuses itself."
Mother and son go to the city.
Just stepped on the fence
deafening chime
Rising from all sides
People are pouring towards them,
The church choir praises God;
In golden carts
A lush courtyard meets them;
Everyone praises them loudly
And the prince is crowned
Princely cap, and the head
They proclaim over themselves;
And in the midst of their capital,
With the permission of the queen,
On the same day he began to reign
And he called himself: Prince Guidon.

The wind is blowing on the sea
And the boat is urging;
He runs in waves
On swollen sails.
The sailors marvel
Crowding on the boat
On a familiar island
A miracle is seen in reality:
The new golden-domed city,
Pier with a strong outpost;
Cannons from the pier are firing,
The ship is ordered to stop.
Guests come to the outpost;

He feeds and waters them
And he orders to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining for
And where are you sailing now?
The sailors replied:
"We've traveled all over the world
traded sables,
Silver foxes;
And now we're out of time
We're going straight east
Past the island of Buyana,
To the realm of the glorious Saltan…”
The prince then said to them:
"Good luck to you, gentlemen,
By sea by Okiya
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
Kudos to him from me."
The guests are on their way, and Prince Gvidon
From the shore with a sad soul
Accompanies their long-distance run;
Look - over flowing waters
The white swan is swimming.


Saddened by what? -
She tells him.
The prince replies sadly:
"Sadness-longing eats me,
Defeated the young man:
I would like to see my father."
Swan to the prince: “That's the grief!
Well, listen: you want to go to sea
Follow the ship?
Be, prince, you are a mosquito.
And waved its wings
Splashed water noisily
And splashed him
Everything from head to toe.
Here he has shrunk to a point.
Turned into a mosquito
Flew and squeaked
The ship overtook the sea,
Slowly went down
On the ship - and huddled in the gap.

The wind blows merrily
The ship runs merrily
Past the island of Buyana,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It's visible from afar.
Here the guests came ashore;

And follow them to the palace
Our darling has flown.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in the chamber
On the throne and in the crown
With a sad thought on his face;
And the weaver and the cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha,
Sitting around the king
And look into his eyes.
Tsar Saltan planting guests
At your table and asks:
"Oh you gentlemen,
How long did you travel? where?
Is it okay overseas, or is it bad?
And what is the miracle in the world?
The sailors replied:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Overseas life is not bad,
In the light, what a miracle:
In the sea, the island was steep,
Not private, not residential;
It lay on an empty plain;
A single oak tree grew on it;
And now stands on it
New city with a palace
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens,
And Prince Gvidon sits in it;
He sent you a bow."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle;
He says: "If I live,
I will visit a wonderful island,
I'll stay at Guidon's.
And the weaver and the cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha,
They don't want to let him go
Wonderful island to visit.
“Already a curiosity, well, right, -
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 the nuts gnaws everything,
And nuts are not simple,
All 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 got stuck
Aunt right in the right eye.
The cook turned pale
Died and crumpled.
Servants, in-laws and sister
With a cry they catch a mosquito.
"You damned moth!
We are you! .. ”And he is in the window,
Yes, calmly in your lot
Flew across the sea.

Again the prince walks by the sea,
He does not take his eyes off the blue of the sea;
Look - over flowing waters
The white swan is swimming.
“Hello, my beautiful prince!

Saddened by what?
She tells him.
Prince Gvidon answers her:
“Sadness-longing eats me;
Miracle wonderful start
I'd like to. Somewhere there
Spruce in the forest, under the spruce squirrel;
Wonder, right, not a trifle -
The squirrel sings songs
Yes, the nuts gnaw everything,
And nuts are not simple,
All shells are golden
The cores are pure emerald;
But maybe people are lying.
The swan replies to the prince:
“The light tells the truth about the squirrel;
I know this miracle;
Enough, prince, my soul,
Do not worry; happy service
To lend you I am in friendship.
With an uplifted soul
The prince went home;
Just stepped into the wide yard -
Well? under the high tree
Sees the squirrel in front of everyone
Golden gnaws on a nut,
Emerald takes out
And collects the shell
Heaps equal puts
And sings with a whistle
With honesty in front of all the people:
Whether in the garden, in the garden.
Prince Gvidon was amazed.
“Well, thank you,” he said,
Oh yes swan - God forbid,
As for me, the fun is the same.
Prince for the squirrel later
Built a crystal house
sent a guard to him
And besides, the deacon forced
A strict account of the nuts is news.
Profit to the prince, honor to the squirrel.

The wind walks on the sea
And the boat is urging;
He runs in waves
On raised sails
Past the steep island
Past the big city:
Cannons from the pier are firing,
The ship is ordered to stop.
Guests come to the outpost;
Prince Gvidon invites them to visit,
They are fed and watered
And he orders to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining for
And where are you sailing now?
The sailors replied:
"We've traveled all over the world
We traded horses
All Don stallions
And now we've got time -
And we have a long way to go:
Past the island of Buyana,
To the realm of the glorious Saltan…”
Then the prince says to them:
"Good luck to you, gentlemen,
By sea by Okiya
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
Yes, tell me: Prince Guidon
He sends his bow to the tsar.”

The guests bowed to the prince,

To the sea the prince - and the swan is there
Already walking on the waves.
The prince prays: the soul asks,
It pulls and pulls...
Here she is again
Instantly sprinkled everything:
The prince turned into a fly,
Flew and dropped
Between sea and sky
On the ship - and climbed into the gap.

The wind blows merrily
The ship runs merrily
Past the island of Buyana,
In the kingdom of the glorious Saltan -
And the desired country
It's visible from afar;
Here the guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan calls them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our darling has flown.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in the 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
Sitting around the king
They look like evil frogs.
Tsar Saltan planting guests
At your table and asks:
"Oh you gentlemen,
How long did you travel? where?
Is it okay overseas, or is it bad,
And what is the miracle in the world?
The sailors replied:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Overseas life is not bad;
In the light, what a miracle:
An island in the sea lies
The city stands on the island
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
Spruce grows in front of the palace,
And under it is a crystal house;
The squirrel lives there tame,
Yes, what an entertainer!
The squirrel sings songs
Yes, the nuts gnaw everything,
And nuts are not simple,
All shells are golden
The cores are pure emerald;
Servants guard the squirrel
They serve her as servants of various kinds -
And a clerk was assigned
Strict account of nuts news;
Gives her army honor;
Coins are poured from shells
Let them float around the world;
Girls pour emerald
In pantries, but under a bushel;
Everyone in that island is rich
There is no pic, there are wards everywhere;
And Prince Gvidon sits in it;
He sent you a bow."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"If only I'm alive,
I will visit a wonderful island,
I'll stay at Guidon's.
And the weaver and the cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha,
They don't want to let him go
Wonderful island to visit.
Smiling under the rug,
The weaver says to the king:
"What's so amazing about that? Here you go!
Squirrel gnaws pebbles,
Throws gold and into piles
Rakes emeralds;
This does not surprise us
Are you telling the truth, no?
There is another wonder in the world:
The sea rages violently
Boil, raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will spill in a noisy run,
And find themselves on the shore
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All beauties are gone
young giants,
Everyone is equal, as for selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
It's a miracle, it's such a miracle
You can be fair!”
Smart guests are silent,
They don't want to argue with her.
Tsar Saltan marvels at the diva,
And Gvidon is angry, angry ...
He buzzed and just
Auntie sat on her left eye,
And the weaver turned pale:
"Ai!" and immediately crooked;
Everyone shouts: "Catch, catch,
Give it up, give it up...
Here already! stay a little
Wait a minute ... "And the prince in the window,
Yes, calmly in your lot
Flew across the sea.

The prince walks by the blue of the sea,
He does not take his eyes off the blue of the sea;
Look - over flowing waters
The white swan is swimming.
“Hello, my beautiful prince!
Why are you as quiet as a rainy day?
Saddened by what? -
She tells him.
Prince Gvidon answers her:
"Sadness-longing eats me -
I would like a marvel
Transfer me to my lot.
"And what is this miracle?"
- Somewhere it will swell violently
Okian, will raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will spill in a noisy run,
And find themselves on the shore
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All handsome young
The giants are gone
Everyone is equal, as for selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
The swan replies to the prince:
“Is that what, prince, confuses you?
Don't worry, my soul
I know this miracle.
These knights of the sea
After all, all my brothers are my own.
Don't be sad, go
Wait for your brothers to visit."

The prince went, forgetting grief,
Sat on the tower and on the sea
He began to look; the sea suddenly
buzzed around,
Splashed in a noisy run
And left on the shore
Thirty-three heroes;
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Knights are coming in couples,
And, shining with gray hair,
Uncle is ahead
And leads them to the city.
Prince Gvidon escapes from the tower,
Meets dear guests;
In a hurry, the people are running;
Uncle to the prince says:
"The swan sent us to you
And punished
Your glorious city to keep
And bypass the watch.
We are now daily
We will definitely be together
At your high walls
Come out of 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 walks on the sea
And the boat is urging;
He runs in waves
On raised sails
Past the steep island
Past the big city;
Cannons from the pier are firing,
The ship is ordered to stop.
Guests arrive at the outpost.
Prince Gvidon invites them to visit,
They are fed and watered
And he orders to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining for?
And where are you sailing now?
The sailors replied:
“We have traveled all over the world;
We traded bulat
Pure silver and gold
And now we are out of time;
And we have a long way to go
Past the island of Buyana,
To the realm of the glorious Saltan.
Then the prince says to them:
"Good luck to you, gentlemen,
By sea by Okiya
To the glorious Tsar Saltan.
Yes, tell me: Prince Guidon
He sends his bow to the king."

The guests bowed to the prince,
They got out and hit the road.
To the sea the prince, and the swan is there
Already walking on the waves.
Prince again: the soul de asks ...
It pulls and pulls...
And again she
Splattered all over.
Here he is greatly reduced.
The prince turned into a bumblebee,
It flew and buzzed;
The ship overtook the sea,
Slowly went down
Aft - and hid in the gap.

The wind blows merrily
The ship runs merrily
Past the island of Buyana,
To the realm of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It's visible from afar.
Here come the guests.
Tsar Saltan calls them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our darling has flown.
He sees, all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in the chamber
On the throne and in the crown,
With a sad thought on his face.
And the weaver and the cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha,
Sitting around the king
Four all three look.
Tsar Saltan planting guests
At your table and asks:
"Oh you gentlemen,
How long did you travel? where?
Is it okay overseas or is it bad?
And what is the miracle in the world?
The sailors replied:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Overseas life is not bad;
In the light, what a miracle:
An island in the sea lies
The city stands on the island,
Every day there is a miracle:
The sea rages violently
Boil, raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will spill in a quick run -
And stay on the beach
Thirty-three heroes
In scales of golden grief,
All handsome young
The giants are gone
Everyone is equal, as in selection;
Old uncle Chernomor
With them comes out of the sea
And brings them out in pairs,
To keep that island
And bypass the watch -
And that guard is not more reliable,
Not braver, not more diligent.
And Prince Gvidon sits there;
He sent you a bow."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"As long as I'm alive,
I will visit a wonderful island
And I’ll stay with the prince.”
Cook and weaver
Not Gugu - but Babarikha
Laughing says:
“Who will surprise us with this?
People come out of the sea
And they wander around on their own!
Whether they tell the truth, or they lie,
I don't see the diva here.
Is there such a diva in the world?
Here comes the true rumor:
There is a princess beyond the sea,
What you can't take your eyes off:
In the daytime, the light of God eclipses,
Lights up the earth at night
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead a star burns.
And she is majestic
It floats like a pava;
And as the speech says,
Like a river murmurs.
You can speak fairly
It's a miracle, it's a miracle."
Smart guests are silent:
They don't want to argue with a woman.
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle -
And the prince, though angry,
But he regrets
His old grandmother:
He buzzes over her, spinning -
Sits right on her nose,
The nose was stung by the hero:
A blister popped up on my nose.
And again the alarm went:
"Help, for God's sake!
Guard! catch, catch,
Give it up, give it up...
Here already! wait a little
Wait! .. "And the bumblebee in the window,
Yes, calmly in your lot
Flew across the sea.

The prince walks by the blue of the sea,
He does not take his eyes off the blue of the sea;
Look - over flowing waters
The white swan is swimming.
“Hello, my beautiful prince!
Why are you as quiet as a rainy day?
Saddened by what? -
She tells him.
Prince Gvidon answers her:
“Sadness-longing eats me:
People get married; I look
I'm the only one who's unmarried."
- And who is in mind
You have? - "Yes, in the world,
They say there is a princess
That you can't take your eyes off.
In the daytime, the light of God eclipses,
Lights up the earth at night
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead a star burns.
And she is majestic
Acts like a pava;
He speaks sweetly
It's like a river is babbling.
Only, complete, is it true?
The prince fearfully waits 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 a white pen,
Yes, you can’t shut your belt.
I will serve you with advice -
Listen: about everything about it
Think through the way
Don't repent later."
The prince began to swear before her,
It's time for him to get married
What about it about everything
He changed his mind by;
What is ready with a passionate soul
For the beautiful princess
He walks to go from here
At least for distant lands.
The swan is here, taking a deep breath,
Said: “Why so far?
Know that your fate is near
After all, this princess is me.
Here she flaps her wings
Flew over the waves
And to the shore from above
Dropped into the bushes
Startled, shaken off
And the princess turned around:
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead a star burns;
And she is majestic
Acts like a pava;
And as the speech says,
Like a river murmurs.
The prince embraces the princess,
Presses against a white chest
And leads her quickly
To my dear mother.
Prince at her feet, begging:
“The empress is dear!
I chose my wife
Daughter obedient to you
We ask both permissions
your blessings:
bless the children
Live in council and love."
Over the head of their obedient
Mother with miraculous icon
Sheds tears and says:
"God will reward you, children."
The prince was not going for a long time,
Married to the princess;
They began to live and live
Yes, wait for the offspring.

The wind walks on the sea
And the boat is urging;
He runs in waves
On swollen sails
Past the steep island
Past the big city;
Cannons from the pier are firing,
The ship is ordered to stop.
Guests arrive at the outpost.
Prince Gvidon invites them to visit,
He feeds and waters them
And he orders to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining for
And where are you sailing now?
The sailors replied:
"We've traveled all over the world
We traded in vain
unspecified product;
And we have a long way to go:
Come back to the east
Past the island of Buyana,
To the realm of the glorious Saltan.
The prince then said to them:
"Good luck to you, gentlemen,
By sea by Okiya
To the glorious gift of Saltan;
Yes, remind him
To his sovereign:
He promised to visit us
And so far I have not gathered -
I send him my regards."
The guests are on their way, and Prince Gvidon
Stayed at home this time.
And he did not leave his wife.

The wind blows merrily
The ship runs merrily
Past Buyana Island
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And a familiar country
It's visible from afar.
Here come the guests.
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit.
Guests see: in the palace
The king sits in his crown,
And the weaver and the cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha,
Sitting around the king
Four all three look.
Tsar Saltan planting guests
At your table and asks:
"Oh you gentlemen,
How long did you travel? where?
Is it okay overseas, or is it bad?
And what is the miracle in the world?
The sailors replied:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Overseas life is not bad,
In the light, what a miracle:
An island in the sea lies
The city stands on the island,
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
Spruce grows in front of the palace,
And under it is a crystal house;
The squirrel lives in it tame,
Yes, what a miracle!
Squirrel sings songs
Yes, the nuts gnaw everything;
And nuts are not simple,
The shells are golden
The cores are pure emerald;
The squirrel is groomed, protected.
There is another wonder:
The sea rages violently
Boil, raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will spill in a quick run,
And find themselves on the shore
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All beauties are gone
young giants,
Everyone is equal, as in the selection -
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
And that guard is not more reliable,
Not braver, not more diligent.
And the prince has a wife,
What you can't take your eyes off:
In the daytime, the light of God eclipses,
Illuminates the earth at night;
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead a star burns.
Prince Gvidon rules that city,
Everyone zealously praises him;
He sent you a bow
Yes, he blames you:
He promised to visit us,
And so far I haven’t gathered.”

Here the king could not resist,
He ordered the fleet to be equipped.
And the weaver and the cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha,
They don't want to let the king go
Wonderful island to visit.
But Saltan does not listen to them
And just calms them down:
"What am I? king or child? -
He says not jokingly:
Now I'm going!" - Here he stomped,
He went out and slammed the door.

Gvidon is sitting under the window,
Silently looks at the sea:
It does not make noise, it does not whip,
Only barely, barely trembling,
And in the azure distance
Ships appeared:
Through the plains of Okiyana
The fleet of Tsar Saltan is coming.
Prince Gvidon then jumped up,
He shouted loudly:
“My dear mother!
You are a young princess!
Look there:
Father is coming here."
The fleet is approaching the island.
Prince Gvidon points the pipe:
The king is on deck
And looks at them through the chimney;
With him is a weaver with a cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha;
They are surprised
unfamiliar side.
The cannons fired at once;
The bell towers rang;
Gvidon himself goes to the sea;
There he meets the king
With a cook and a weaver,
With the matchmaker Babarikha;
He brought the king into the city,
Saying nothing.

Everyone now goes to the wards:
Armor shines at the gate,
And stand in the eyes of the king
Thirty-three heroes
All handsome young
The giants are gone
Everyone is equal, as for selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
The king stepped into the wide courtyard:
There under the high tree
The squirrel sings a song
The golden nut gnaws
Emerald takes out
And lowers it into the bag;
And a large yard is sown
Golden shell.
The guests are far away - hastily
Look - what? princess is amazing
Under the scythe the moon shines,
And in the forehead a star burns;
And she is majestic
Acts like a pava
And she leads her mother-in-law.
The king looks - and finds out ...
Zealousness leaped up in him!
"What do I see? what's happened?
How!" - and the spirit in him took up ...
The king burst into tears
He embraces the queen
And the son, and the young woman,
And they all sit down at the table;
And the merry feast went.
And the weaver and the cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha,
They ran to the corners;
They were found hard there.
Here they confessed everything
They confessed, burst into tears;
Such a king for joy
He sent all three home.
The day has passed - Tsar Saltan
They put me to bed drunk.
I was there; honey, drinking beer -
And his mustache just wet.

Analysis of "The Tale of Tsar Saltan" by Pushkin

"The Tale of Tsar Saltan ..." was written by Pushkin for several years. The plot arose on the basis of the story of Arina Rodionovna, which the poet wrote down in 1824. Several times he tried to seriously take up the literary processing of the plot, but did so only in 1831 in Tsarskoe Selo.

The tale is dedicated to the traditional folk theme- confrontation between good and evil. It lists many vices and virtues, clearly dividing the characters into good and evil. All of them are depicted with a large artistic skill and in the smallest detail.

At the very beginning, Tsar Saltan shows great wisdom in choosing his future wife. The dreams of each of the girls express their main life aspirations. The first two personify physical needs (for food and material security), and the third - spiritual (procreation).

The king's wisdom becomes clear in his absence. The weaver and the cook are at the royal court, they are surrounded by wealth and honor. But because of innate malice, they destroy the young queen with a child and slander them before the king.

The queen and the young prince are innocent, so even nature treats them well. The wave brings the barrel to the shore. The prince is immediately shown as goodie. Together with his mother, he is threatened with starvation, but first of all he saves the defenseless "swan-bird". A good deed pays off. The magic bird in gratitude gives him the whole city.

The main place in the tale is occupied by the description of the prince's adventures. Several times, with the help of a swan, he travels to his father's palace and learns in time that he is not allowed on the island by the evil "weaver with a cook, with a woman in-law Babarikha." Their fictional stories are brought to life thanks to the magic of the swans. Thus, evil not only does not achieve its goal, but involuntarily helps positive characters. The prince increases the glory of his island, and in the end he marries a magical beauty.

The story has a happy and solemn ending. Despite all the intrigues negative characters good won: the king again found a wife, and with her a son and his beautiful bride. The joy of the king is so great that even the criminal plans of the weaver and the cook are forgiven. Thus, the author emphasizes that the triumph of good cannot include punishment or revenge.

"The Tale of Tsar Saltan ..." is one of best fairy tales Pushkin. Its plot is often played up in various works of art and theatrical performances.

With an uplifted soul
The prince went home;
Just stepped into the wide yard -
Well? under the high tree
Sees the squirrel in front of everyone
Golden gnaws on a nut,
Emerald takes out
And collects the shell
Heaps equal heaps,
And sings with a whistle
With honesty in front of all the people:
Whether in the garden, in the garden.
Prince Gvidon was amazed.
"Well, thank you," he said.
Oh yes swan - God forbid,
As for me, the fun is the same.
Prince for the squirrel later
Built a crystal house.
sent a guard to him
And besides, the deacon forced
A strict account of the nuts is news.
Profit to the prince, honor to the squirrel.
The wind walks on the sea
And the boat is urging;
He runs in waves
On raised sails
Past the steep island
Past the big city:
Cannons from the pier are firing,
The ship is ordered to stop.
Guests come to the outpost;
Prince Gvidon invites them to visit,
They are fed and watered
And he orders to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining for
And where are you sailing now?
The sailors replied:
"We've traveled all over the world
We traded horses
All don stallions,
And now we've got time -
And we have a long way to go:
Past Buyana Island
To the realm of the glorious Saltan…”
Then the prince says to them:
"Good luck to you, gentlemen,
By sea by Okiya
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
Yes, tell me: Prince Guidon
He sends his bow to the tsar.”
The guests bowed to the prince,
They got out and hit the road.
To the sea the prince - and the swan is there
Already walking on the waves.
The prince prays: the soul asks,
It pulls and pulls...
Here she is again
Instantly sprinkled everything:
The prince turned into a fly,
Flew and dropped
Between sea and sky
On the ship - and climbed into the gap.
The wind blows merrily
The ship runs merrily
Past the island of Buyana,
In the realm of the glorious Saltan -
And the desired country
It's visible from afar;
Here the guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan calls them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our darling has flown.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in the 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 around the king.
They look like evil frogs.
Tsar Saltan planting guests
At your table and asks:
"Oh you gentlemen,
How long did you travel? where?
Is it okay overseas or is it bad?
And what is the miracle in the world?
The sailors replied:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Overseas life is not bad;
In the light, what a miracle:
An island in the sea lies
The city stands on the island
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
Spruce grows in front of the palace,
And under it is a crystal house;
The squirrel lives there tame,
Yes, what an entertainer!
Squirrel sings songs
Yes, he gnaws all the nuts,
And nuts are not simple,
All shells are golden
The cores are pure emerald;
Servants guard the squirrel
They serve her as servants of various kinds -
And a clerk was assigned
Strict account of nuts news;
Gives her army honor;
Pour coins from shells
Let them float around the world;
Girls pour emerald
In pantries, but under a bushel;
Everyone in that island is rich
There is no pic, there are wards everywhere;
And Prince Gvidon sits in it;
He sent you a bow."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"If only I'm alive,
I will visit a wonderful island,
I'll stay at Guidon's.
And the weaver and the cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha
They don't want to let him go
Wonderful island to visit.
Smiling under the rug,
The weaver says to the king:
"What's so amazing about that? Here you go!
Squirrel gnaws pebbles,
Throws gold and into piles
Rakes emeralds;
This does not surprise us
Are you telling the truth, no?
There is another wonder in the world:
The sea rages violently
Boil, raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will spill in a noisy run,
And find themselves on the shore
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All beauties are gone
young giants,
Everyone is equal, as for selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
It's a miracle, it's such a miracle
You can be fair!”
Smart guests are silent,
They don't want to argue with her.
Tsar Saltan marvels at the diva,
And Gvidon is angry, angry ...
He buzzed and just
Auntie sat on her left eye,
And the weaver turned pale:
"Ai!" - and immediately crooked;
Everyone shouts: "Catch, catch,
Give it up, give it up...
Here already! stay a little
Wait a minute ... "And the prince in the window,
Yes, calmly in your lot
Flew across the sea.
The prince walks by the blue of the sea,
He does not take his eyes off the blue of the sea;
Look - over flowing waters
The white swan is swimming.
“Hello, my beautiful prince!
Why are you as quiet as a rainy day?
Saddened by what? -
She tells him.
Prince Gvidon answers her:
"Sadness-longing eats me -
I would like a marvel
Transfer me to my lot.
“And what is this wonder?”
- “Somewhere it will swell violently
Okian, will raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will spill in a noisy run,
And find themselves on the shore
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All handsome young
The giants are gone
Everyone is equal, as for selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.”
The swan replies to the prince:
“Is that what, prince, confuses you?
Don't worry, my soul
I know this miracle.
These knights of the sea
After all, all my brothers are my own.
Don't be sad, go
Wait for your brothers to visit."
The prince went, forgetting grief,
Sat on the tower and on the sea
He began to look; the sea suddenly
buzzed around,
Splashed in a noisy run