The tale of Tsar Saltan, his glorious and mighty hero, Prince Gvidon Saltanovich, and the beautiful Swan princess was created on the basis of the folk tale "Wonderful Sons". Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin enriched the folk work with new plot twists, heroes and wonderful poetic presentation.
In the story of the tale, the king marries a girl who gives birth to his son. But due to envy and betrayal on the part of the weaver and the cook, the princess and the child are shackled into a barrel and allowed into the sea. There the baby grows by leaps and bounds. The barrel floats to the shore and an adult prince comes out with his mother. He saves a swan from an evil kite, who turns out to be a villain, and a swan - an enchanted girl ...
Three maidens by the window
Spun late in the evening.
"If I were a queen, -
One girl says, -
Then for the whole baptized world
I would prepare a feast. "
"If I were a queen, -
Her sister says, -
Then there would be one for the whole world
I have woven canvases. "
"If I were a queen, -
The third sister said, -
I would be for the father-king
She gave birth to a hero. "
I only managed to utter
The door creaked softly
And the king enters the room,
The sides of that sovereign.
During the entire conversation
He stood behind the fence;
Last speech all over
Loved him.
"Hello, red maiden, -
He says - be a queen
And give birth to a hero
Me by the end of September.
Well you, dear sisters,
Get out of the room
Follow me
Following me and my sister:
Be one of you a weaver
And the other cook. "
The king-father came out into the hallway.
All set off to the palace.
The king was not going to long:
He got married the same evening.
Tsar Saltan for an honest feast
He sat down with the young queen;
And then honest guests
On an ivory bed
Put the young
And left alone.
The cook is angry in the kitchen
The weaver is crying at the loom,
And they envy one
Sovereign's wife.
And the queen is young,
Things are not postponing into the distance,
From the first night I suffered.
At that time there was a war.
Tsar Saltan, saying goodbye to his wife,
Sitting on a good horse,
She punished herself
Protect, loving him.
Meanwhile, how far away he is
It beats long and hard
The term of the motherland is approaching;
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 make your father happy.
And the weaver with the cook,
With the bridegroom Baba Babarikha,
They want to harass her,
They are told to take over the messenger;
Themselves send another messenger
Here's what from word to word:
"The queen gave birth in the night
Either son or daughter;
Not a mouse, not a frog,
But to an unknown animal. "
As the king-father heard,
What the messenger told him
In anger, he began to wonder
And he wanted to hang the messenger;
But softening this time
He gave the following order to the messenger:
"Wait for the Tsar's return
For a legal decision. "
A messenger is traveling with a diploma,
And he arrived at last.
And the weaver with the cook,
With the bridegroom Baba Babarikha,
They tell him to rob him;
The messenger is drunk
And in his empty bag
They thrust another letter -
And brought a messenger intoxicated
On the same day, the order is as follows:
“The king orders his boyars,
Not wasting time
And the queen and the offspring
Secretly throw into the abyss of waters. "
There is nothing to do: boyars,
Longing for the sovereign
And the young queen,
They came to her bedroom in a crowd.
They declared the will of the king -
She and her son have an evil lot,
Read the decree aloud,
And the queen at the same hour
They put my son in a barrel,
Grinded, drove
And they let me into Okiyan -
This is what Tsar Saltan ordered.
Stars shine in the blue sky
In the blue sea, waves whip;
A cloud is walking across the sky
The barrel floats on the sea.
Like a bitter widow
The queen is crying, beating in her;
And the child grows there
By leaps and bounds.
The day has passed, the queen is screaming ...
And the child hurries the wave:
“You, my wave, wave!
You are gulliva and free;
You splash wherever you want
You sharpen sea stones
You drown the shore of the earth,
Raising ships -
Do not ruin our soul:
Throw us out onto dry land! "
And the wave obeyed:
Right there on the shore she
I took out the barrel lightly
And she drained away quietly.
Mother and baby are saved;
She feels the earth.
But who will take them out of the barrel?
Will God really leave them?
The son got up on his feet,
I rested my head on the bottom,
I made a little effort:
"As if there is a window in the courtyard
Shall we do it? " - he said,
Knocked out the bottom and went 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.
Son thought: good dinner
We would, however, need it.
He breaks the branches of the oak
And bends the bow in a tight one,
Silk lace from the cross
Stretched oak on a bow,
I broke a thin cane,
With a light arrow he sharpened
And went to the edge of the valley
Look for game by the sea.
He only approaches the sea,
So he hears like a groan ...
The sea is not quiet;
Looks - sees the case famously:
The swan is beating amid the swell,
The vulture hovers over her;
That poor thing is splashing
The water is muddying and gushing around ...
He has already dismissed his claws,
The bloody beak sharpened ...
But just the arrow began to sing,
I touched a kite in the neck -
The vulture shed blood in the sea,
The prince lowered the bow;
Looks: the kite is drowning in the sea
And it does not moan like a bird cry,
The swan floats about
Pecks an evil kite,
The near death is hurrying
Beats with a wing and drowns in the sea -
And then to the prince
Speaks in Russian:
"You, prince, my savior,
My mighty deliverer
Do not grieve that for 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 good
I will serve you later:
You didn’t save the swan,
He left the maiden alive;
You didn't kill a kite
Shot the sorcerer.
I will never forget you:
You will find me everywhere
Now you come back
Do not grieve and go to bed. "
The swan bird flew away,
And the prince and the queen,
Having spent the whole day like this
They decided to go to bed on an empty stomach.
The prince opened his eyes;
Shaking off the dreams of the night
And wondering in front of me
He sees a big city,
The walls are jagged,
And behind the white walls
The domes of churches shine
And holy monasteries.
He rather wakes up the queen;
How will she gasp! .. “Will it be? -
He says, - I see:
The swan amuses me. "
Mother and son go to the city.
Just stepped over the fence
Deafening ringing
Rose from all sides:
The people are coming down to meet them,
The church choir praises God;
In the rattlers of gold
A lush courtyard meets them;
They all call them loudly
And the prince is crowned
With a princely cap, and a head
They proclaim over themselves;
And in the midst of its capital,
With the permission of the queen,
On the same day he began to reign
And he was called Prince Guidon.
The wind on the sea walks
And the boat urges on;
He runs to himself in the waves
On inflated sails.
The sailors are amazed
The boat is crowded
On a familiar island
They see a miracle in reality:
New gold-domed city,
A pier with a strong outpost;
The guns from the pier are firing
They tell the ship to dock.
Guests stick to the outpost;
He feeds and drinks them
And the answer tells me to keep:
"What are you, guests, bargaining for?
And where are you sailing now? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world,
Traded in sables
Black-brown foxes;
And now we are out of time
Driving straight east
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan ... "
The prince said to them then:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea on Okiyanu
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
I bow to him from me. "
Guests on the road, and Prince Guidon
From the shore with a sad soul
Seeing off their long run;
Lo and behold - over flowing waters
The white swan floats.
Grieved for what? " -
She says to him.
The prince answers sadly:
“Sadness-melancholy eats me up,
Overpowered the fellow:
I would like to see my father. "
Swan to the prince: “This is the grief!
Well, listen: do you want to go to sea
Fly for the ship?
Be, prince, you are a mosquito. "
And flapped her wings
Water splashed with noise
And sprinkled it
From head to toe everything.
Then he decreased to a point,
Turned into a mosquito,
Flew and squeaked
I caught up with the ship at sea,
Slowly sank
On the ship - and huddled in the crack.
The wind makes a merry noise
The ship runs merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It can be seen from afar.
Here guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our prodigy flew.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in the ward
On the throne and in the crown
With a sad thought on his face;
And the weaver with the cook,
With the bridegroom Baba Babarikha,
Sitting near the king
And they look into his eyes.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
"Oh you, guests, gentlemen,
How long have you traveled? where?
Is it okay across the sea, or is it bad?
And what a miracle in the world? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Life is not bad across the sea,
In the world, here's a miracle:
The island was steep at sea
Not free, 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 gold-domed churches,
With towers and gardens,
And Prince Guidon is sitting 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 will go to Guidon's. "
And the weaver with the cook,
With the bridegroom Baba Babarikha,
Do not want to let him in
A wonderful island to visit.
"Already a curiosity, well, right, -
Winking at others slyly,
The cook says -
The city stands by the sea!
Know that this is not a trinket:
Spruce in the forest, squirrel under the spruce,
Squirrel sings songs
And gnaws at all the nuts
And the nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden
Kernels - pure emerald;
That's what they call a miracle. "
Tsar Saltan marvels at a miracle,
And the mosquito is angry, angry -
And the mosquito dug just
Aunt right in the right eye.
The cook turned pale
Has died and was oiled.
Servants, matchmaker and sister
They catch a mosquito with a cry.
“You damned midge!
We are you! .. "And he is in the window,
Yes, calmly to your destiny
I flew across the sea.
Again the prince walks by the sea,
He does not take his eyes off the blue sea;
Lo and behold - over flowing waters
The white swan floats.
“Hello, you are my beautiful prince!
Grieved for what? "-
She says to him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness, melancholy eats me up;
Wonderful start
I'd like to. Somewhere there
Spruce in the forest, squirrel under the spruce;
Wonderful, really, not a trinket-
The squirrel sings songs
Yes, it gnaws nuts all,
And the nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden
Kernels - pure emerald;
But maybe people are lying. "
The swan answers the prince:
“The light about the squirrel shines the truth;
I know this miracle;
Enough, prince, my soul,
Do not worry; glad service
I will show you friendship. "
With a cheered soul
The prince went home;
I just stepped into the wide courtyard -
Well, under the high tree,
He sees a squirrel in front of everyone
Golden gnaws a nut
The emerald takes out
And he collects the shell,
Puts equal piles
And sings with a whistle
Honestly with all the people:
Whether in the garden, in the vegetable garden.
Prince Guidon was amazed.
“Well, thanks,” he said, “
Oh yes swan - God forbid,
As for me, the fun is the same. "
A prince for a squirrel later
Built a crystal house
Sent a guard to him
And besides, the clerk made
A strict account of nuts is a message.
To the prince profit, honor to the squirrel.
The wind walks on the sea
And the boat urges on;
He runs to himself in the waves
On the raised sails
Past the steep island
Past the big city:
The guns from the pier are firing
They tell the ship to dock.
Guests stick to the outpost;
Prince Guidon invites them to visit,
They both feed and drink
And the answer tells me to keep:
"What are you, guests, bargaining for?
And where are you sailing now? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world,
We traded horses
All Don stallions
And now we are out of date-
And the path lies far for us:
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan ... "
Then the prince says to them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea on Okiyanu
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
Yes, say: Prince Guidon
He sends his bow to the tsar. "
The guests bowed to the prince,
They went out and set off.
To the sea, the prince - 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 sank
Between sea and heaven
On the ship - and climbed into the crack.
The wind makes a merry noise
The ship runs merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan-
And the desired country
It can be seen from afar;
Here guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our prodigy flew.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in the ward
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 beside the king,
They look like angry toads.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
"Oh you, guests, gentlemen,
How long have you traveled? where?
Okay, eh across the sea, or bad,
And what a miracle in the world? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living across the sea is not bad;
In the world, here's a miracle:
An island on the sea lies
There is a city on the island
With gold-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
Spruce grows in front of the palace,
And under it is a crystal house;
The tame squirrel lives there,
Yes, what an entertainer!
The squirrel sings songs
Yes, it gnaws nuts all,
And the nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden
Kernels - pure emerald;
Servants guard the squirrel,
They serve her as servants of various
And a clerk was appointed
A strict account of nuts is a message;
The army gives her honor;
A coin is poured from the shells,
Yes, they float around the world;
The girls are pouring an emerald
In the pantries, but under a bushel;
Everyone on that island is rich
There are no Isobes, there are chambers everywhere;
And Prince Guidon is sitting in it;
He sent you a bow. "
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"If only I will be alive,
I will visit a wonderful island,
I will go to Guidon's. "
And the weaver with the cook,
With the bridegroom Baba Babarikha,
Do not want to let him in
A wonderful island to visit.
Smiling surreptitiously,
The weaver says to the king:
“What's so wonderful about that? Well!
Squirrel gnaws pebbles,
Throwing gold into piles
Rakes in emeralds;
You won't surprise us with this
Are you telling the truth or not.
There is another wonder in the light:
The sea will swell violently
Boil, raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will spread out in a noisy run
And find themselves on the shore
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes,
All handsome men are daring
Young giants
All are equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
This is a miracle, so a miracle
You can say rightly! "
Clever guests are silent
They don't want to argue with her.
For a miracle, Tsar Saltan marvels,
And Guidon is angry, angry ...
He hummed and just
Sat down on my aunt's left eye,
And the weaver turned pale:
"Ay!" and right there she was distraught;
Everyone shouts: “Catch, catch,
Yes, crush it, crush it ...
Oh, really! wait a little,
Wait ... "And the prince through the window,
Yes, calmly to your destiny
I flew across the sea.
The prince walks by the blue sea,
He does not take his eyes off the blue sea;
Lo and behold - over flowing waters
The white swan floats.
“Hello, you are my beautiful prince!
Why are you quiet as a rainy day?
Grieved for what? " -
She says to him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness-melancholy eats me up-
I would like a miracle
I will transfer to my destiny. "
"And what is this miracle?"
- Somewhere it will swell violently
Okiyan, will raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will splash in a noisy run,
And find themselves on the shore
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes,
All handsome men are young
Daring giants
All are equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
The swan answers the prince:
“Is that what, prince, confuses you?
Do not grieve, my soul,
I know this miracle.
These knights of the sea
I’m all my brothers.
Do not be sad, go
Wait for the brothers to visit. "
The prince went, forgetting his grief,
Sat on the tower and out to sea
He began to look; the sea suddenly
Fluttered 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 pairs,
And, shining with gray hair,
The uncle is in front
And leads them to the hail.
Prince Guidon escapes from the tower,
Welcomes dear guests;
The people are running in a hurry;
The uncle says to the prince:
"The swan sent us to you
And punished by order
Keep your glorious city
And patrol them.
We are from now on every day
Together we will certainly
At your high walls
Come out of the waters of the sea,
So I'll see you soon
And now it's time for us to go to sea;
The air of the earth is heavy for us. "
All then went home.
The wind walks on the sea
And the boat urges on;
He runs to himself in the waves
On the raised sails
Past the steep island
Past the big city;
The guns from the pier are firing
They tell the ship to dock.
Guests stick to the outpost.
Prince Guidon invites them to visit,
They both feed and drink
And the answer tells me to keep:
“What are you, guests, bargaining with?
And where are you sailing now? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
We traded in damask steel,
Pure silver and gold
And now we are out of time;
And the path lies far for us,
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan. "
Then the prince says to them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea on Okiyanu
To the glorious Tsar Saltan.
Well tell me: Prince Guidon
Send his bow to the king. "
The guests bowed to the prince,
They went out and set off.
To the sea, the prince, 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 is his
Instantly sprayed everything.
Here he greatly decreased,
The prince turned into a bumblebee,
Flew and hummed;
I caught up with the ship at sea,
Slowly sank
Aft - and huddled into the crack.
The wind makes a merry noise
The ship runs merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It can be seen from afar.
Here guests came ashore.
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our prodigy flew.
He sees, all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in the ward
On the throne and in the crown,
With a sad thought on his face.
And the weaver with the cook,
With the bridegroom Baba Babarikha,
Sitting near the king
Four all three are looking.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
"Oh you, guests, gentlemen,
How long have you traveled? where?
Is it okay across the sea, or is it bad?
And what a miracle in the world? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living across the sea is not bad;
In the world, here's a miracle:
An island on the sea lies
There is a city on the island
Every day there is a miracle:
The sea will swell violently
Boil, raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will splash in an imminent run-
And stay on the shore
Thirty-three heroes,
In the scales of golden grief,
All handsome men are young
Daring giants
All are equal, as if by selection;
Old uncle Chernomor
With them comes out of the sea
And brings them out in pairs,
To keep that island
And to bypass the patrol -
And that guard is not more reliable
Neither braver nor more diligent.
And Prince Guidon is sitting there;
He sent you a bow. "
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"If I will only be alive,
I will visit a wonderful island
And I will go to see the prince. "
Cook and weaver
Neither gugu - but Babarikha
Smiling, he says:
“Who will surprise us with this?
People come out of the sea
And they roam themselves on patrol!
Either they tell the truth, or they lie,
I don't see the diva here.
Is there such a diva in the world?
Here goes the rumor is true:
There is a princess across the sea,
What you can't take your eyes off:
In the afternoon, the light of God dims,
Illuminates the earth at night,
The month under the scythe shines
And in the forehead the star is burning.
And she herself is stately,
Comes out like a pava;
And as the speech says,
Like a river babbling.
You can say rightly
This is a miracle, so a miracle. "
Smart guests are silent:
They don't want to argue with a woman.
Tsar Saltan marvels at a miracle -
And the prince, although he is angry,
But he regrets the eyes
To his old grandmother:
He buzzes over her, circles -
Sits right on her nose,
The hero stung his nose:
A blister sprang up on my nose.
And again the alarm went off:
“Help, for God's sake!
Guard! catch, catch,
Yes, push it, push it ...
Oh, really! wait a little
Wait! .. "And the bumblebee in the window,
Yes, calmly to your destiny
I flew across the sea.
The prince walks by the blue sea,
He does not take his eyes off the blue sea;
Lo and behold - over flowing waters
The white swan floats.
“Hello, you are my beautiful prince!
Why are you quiet as a rainy day?
Grieved for what? " -
She says to him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness-melancholy eats me up:
People get married; I look
Only I go 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 afternoon, the light of God dims,
Illuminates the earth at night-
The month under the scythe shines
And in the forehead the star is burning.
And she herself is stately,
Acts like a pava;
Sweet speech speaks,
As if the river gurgles.
Only, complete, is it true? "
The prince awaits an answer with fear.
The white swan is silent
And, on reflection, he says:
"Yes! there is such a girl.
But the wife is not a mitten:
You can't shake off a white handle,
Yes, you can't shut it up in your belt.
I will serve you with advice -
Listen: about everything about it
Think on the way
I wouldn’t repent later. ”
The prince began to swear before her,
That it's time for him to marry
What about it about everything
He changed his mind by;
That I am ready with a passionate soul
For the beautiful princess
He's on foot to go from here
At least for the distant lands.
The swan is here, taking a deep breath,
She said: “Why is it far away?
Know that your fate is near,
After all, this princess is me. "
Here she, flapping her wings,
Flew over the waves
And ashore from above
Sank into the bushes
Startled, shook herself off
And the princess turned around:
The month under the scythe shines
And in the forehead the star is burning;
And she herself is stately,
Acts like a pava;
And as the speech says,
Like a river babbling.
The prince hugs the princess,
Presses to the white chest
And leads her quickly
To my dear mother.
The prince at her feet, begging:
“My dear sovereign!
I chose a wife for myself,
Daughter obedient to you
We ask for both permissions,
Your blessing:
Bless the children
Live in advice and love. "
Over their obedient head
Mother with miraculous icon
Tears pouring down and says:
"God will reward you children."
The prince did not get ready for a long time,
Married to the princess;
They began to live and get on,
Yes, wait for the offspring.
The wind walks on the sea
And the boat urges on;
He runs to himself in the waves
On inflated sails
Past the steep island
Past the big city;
The guns from the pier are firing
They tell the ship to dock.
Guests stick to the outpost.
Prince Guidon invites them to visit,
He feeds them and gives them water
And the answer tells me to keep:
"What are you, guests, bargaining for?
And where are you sailing now? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world,
We traded for a reason
Unspecified item;
And our path lies far:
Head east
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan. "
The prince said to them then:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea on Okiyanu
To the glorious gift Saltan;
Yes remind him
To his sovereign:
He promised to visit us,
And hitherto I have not gathered-
I send him my bow. "
Guests on the road, and Prince Guidon
I stayed at home this time
And he did not part with his wife.
The wind makes a merry noise
The ship runs merrily
Past Buyan Island
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And a familiar country
It can be seen from afar.
Here 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 the bridegroom Baba Babarikha,
They sit beside the king,
Four all three are looking.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
"Oh you, guests, gentlemen,
How long have you traveled? where?
Is it okay across the sea, or is it bad?
And what a miracle in the world? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Life is not bad across the sea,
In the world, here's a miracle:
An island on the sea lies
There is a city on the island
With gold-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
Spruce grows in front of the palace,
And under it is a crystal house;
The tame squirrel lives in it,
Yes, what a wonderful woman!
Squirrel sings songs
Yes, he gnaws nuts all;
And the nuts are not simple,
The shells are golden
Kernels - pure emerald;
They take care of the squirrel.
There is still another wonder:
The sea will swell violently
Boil, raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will splash in a fast run,
And find themselves on the shore
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes,
All handsome men are daring
Young giants
All are equal, as on a selection-
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
And that guard is not more reliable
Neither braver nor more diligent.
And the prince has a wife,
What you can't take your eyes off:
In the afternoon, the light of God dims,
Illuminates the earth at night;
The month under the scythe shines
And in the forehead the star is burning.
Prince Guidon rules that city,
Everyone praises him zealously;
He sent you a bow
Yes, he blames you:
He promised to visit us,
And until now I haven’t got ready ”.
Here the king could not resist,
He ordered to equip the fleet.
And the weaver with the cook,
With the bridegroom Baba Babarikha,
They do not want to let the king
A wonderful island to visit.
But Saltan does not heed them
And it just calms them down:
"What am I? king or child? -
He says not jokingly: -
Today I'm going! " - Then he stamped,
I went out and slammed the door.
Guidon sits under the window,
Silently looks at the sea:
It does not make noise, does not whip,
Only barely, barely in awe,
And in the azure distance
Ships appeared:
Across the Okiyana Plains
The fleet of Tsar Saltan is going.
Prince Guidon then jumped up,
Cried out loudly:
“My dear mother!
You, young princess!
Look you there:
Father is coming here. "
The fleet is already approaching the island.
Prince Guidon directs the pipe:
The king is on deck
And he looks at them through the pipe;
With him is a weaver with a cook,
With the bridegroom Baba Babarikha;
Wonder one
To an unfamiliar side.
At once the cannons ignited;
The bell towers rang;
Guidon himself goes to the sea;
There he meets the king
With a cook and a weaver,
With the bridegroom Baba Babarikha;
He led the king to the city,
Saying nothing.
Everyone now goes to the wards:
The armor shines at the gate,
And stand in the eyes of the king
Thirty-three heroes,
All handsome men are young
Daring giants
All are equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
The king stepped into the wide courtyard:
There under the tree high
The squirrel sings a song
The golden nut gnaws
The emerald takes out
And lowers it into the bag;
And a large yard is sown
In a shell of gold.
Guests are far away - hastily
They look - well, the princess is a miracle:
The moon shines under the scythe
And in the forehead the star is burning;
And she herself is stately,
Acts like a pava
And her mother-in-law leads her.
The Tsar looks and finds out ...
A zealous leap in him!
"What do I see? what?
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 on.
And the weaver with the cook,
With the bridegroom Baba Babarikha,
Scattered to the corners;
They were found violently there.
Here they confessed everything,
They obeyed, burst into tears;
A king for joy
I let all three go home.
The day has passed - Tsar Saltan
They put him to bed, half drunk.
I was there; honey, drank beer -
And he just wet his mustache.
(Ill. V. Laguna, West Siberian KI, 1985)
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(From the captain's notes)
Part four
The wind walks on the sea
And the boat urges on;
He runs to himself in the waves
On the raised sails
Past the steep island
Past the big city:
The guns from the pier are firing
They tell the ship to dock.
Guests stick to the outpost;
Prince Guidon invites them to visit,
They both feed and drink
And the answer tells me to keep:
"What are you, guests, bargaining for?
And where are you sailing now? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world,
We traded horses
All Don stallions
And now we are out of time -
And the path lies far for us:
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan ... "
Then the prince says to them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea on Okiyanu
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
Yes, say: Prince Guidon
He sends his bow to the tsar. "
The guests bowed to the prince,
They went out and set off.
To the sea, the prince - 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 sank
Between sea and heaven
On the ship - and climbed into the crack.
The wind makes a merry noise
The ship runs merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan -
And the desired country
It can be seen from afar;
Here guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our prodigy flew.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in the ward
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 beside the king,
They look like angry toads.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
"Oh you, guests, gentlemen,
How long have you traveled? where?
Okay, eh across the sea, or bad,
And what a miracle in the world? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living across the sea is not bad;
In the world, here's a miracle:
An island on the sea lies
There is a city on the island
With gold-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
Spruce grows in front of the palace,
And under it is a crystal house;
The tame squirrel lives there,
Yes, what an entertainer!
The squirrel sings songs
Yes, it gnaws nuts all,
And the nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden
Kernels - pure emerald;
Servants guard the squirrel,
They serve her as servants in different ways -
And a clerk was appointed
A strict account of nuts is a message;
The army gives her honor;
A coin is poured from the shells,
Yes, they float around the world;
The girls are pouring an emerald
In the pantries, but under a bushel;
Everyone on that island is rich
There are no Isobes, there are chambers everywhere;
And Prince Guidon is sitting in it;
He sent you a bow. "
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"If only I will be alive,
I will visit a wonderful island,
I will go to Guidon's. "
And the weaver with the cook,
With the bridegroom Baba Babarikha,
Do not want to let him in
A wonderful island to visit.
Smiling surreptitiously,
The weaver says to the king:
“What's so wonderful about that? Well!
Squirrel gnaws pebbles,
Throwing gold into piles
Rakes in emeralds;
You won't surprise us with this
Are you telling the truth or not.
There is another wonder in the light:
The sea will swell violently
Boil, raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will spread out in a noisy run
And find themselves on the shore
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes,
All handsome men are daring
Young giants
All are equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
This is a miracle, so a miracle
You can say rightly! "
Clever guests are silent
They don't want to argue with her.
For a miracle, Tsar Saltan marvels,
And Guidon is angry, angry ...
He hummed and just
Sat down on my aunt's left eye,
And the weaver turned pale:
"Ay!" and right there she was distraught;
Everyone shouts: “Catch, catch,
Yes, crush her, crush ...
Oh, really! wait a little,
Wait ... "And the prince through the window,
Yes, calmly to your destiny
I flew across the sea.
The prince walks by the blue sea,
He does not take his eyes off the blue sea;
Lo and behold - over flowing waters
The white swan floats.
“Hello, you are my beautiful prince!
Why are you quiet as a rainy day?
Grieved for what? " -
She says to him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness-melancholy eats me up -
I would like a miracle
I will transfer to my destiny. "
"And what is this miracle?"
Somewhere it will swell violently
Okiyan, will raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will splash in a noisy run,
And find themselves on the shore
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes,
All handsome men are young
Daring giants
All are equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
The swan answers the prince:
“Is that what, prince, confuses you?
Do not grieve, my soul,
I know this miracle.
These knights of the sea
I’m all my brothers.
Do not be sad, go
Wait for the brothers to visit. "
The prince went, forgetting his grief,
Sat on the tower and out to sea
He began to look; the sea suddenly
Fluttered 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 pairs,
And, shining with gray hair,
The uncle is in front
And leads them to the hail.
Prince Guidon escapes from the tower,
Welcomes dear guests;
The people are running in a hurry;
The uncle says to the prince:
"The swan sent us to you
And punished by order
Keep your glorious city
And patrol them.
We are from now on every day
Together we will certainly
At your high walls
Come out of the waters of the sea,
So I'll see you soon
And now it's time for us to go to sea;
The air of the earth is heavy for us. "
All then went home.
The tale of Tsar Saltan, his glorious and mighty hero, Prince Gvidon Saltanovich, and the beautiful swan princess
Three maidens by the window
Spun late in the evening.
"If I were a queen, -
One girl says, -
Then for the whole baptized world
I would prepare a feast. "
"If I were a queen, -
Her sister says, -
Then there would be one for the whole world
I have woven canvases. "
"If I were a queen, -
The third sister said, -
I would be for the father-king
She gave birth to a hero. "
I only managed to utter
The door creaked softly,
And the king enters the room,
The sides of that sovereign.
During the entire conversation
He stood behind the fence;
Last speech all over
Loved him.
"Hello, red maiden, -
He says - be a queen
And give birth to a hero
Me by the end of September.
Well you, dear sisters,
Get out of the room
Follow me
Following me and my sister:
Be one of you a weaver
And the other cook. "
The king-father came out into the hallway.
All set off to the palace.
The king was not going to long:
He got married the same evening.
Tsar Saltan for an honest feast
He sat down with the young queen;
And then honest guests
On an ivory bed
Put the young
And left alone.
The cook is angry in the kitchen
The weaver is crying at the loom,
And they envy one
Sovereign's wife.
And the queen is young,
Things are not postponing into the distance,
From the first night I suffered.
At that time there was a war.
Tsar Saltan, saying goodbye to his wife,
Sitting on a good horse,
She punished herself
Protect, loving him.
Meanwhile, how far away he is
It beats long and hard
The term of the motherland is approaching;
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 make your father happy.
And the weaver with the cook,
With the bridegroom Baba Babarikha,
They want to harass her,
They are told to take over the messenger;
Themselves send another messenger
Here's what from word to word:
"The queen gave birth in the night
Either son or daughter;
Not a mouse, not a frog,
But to an unknown animal. "
As the king-father heard,
What the messenger told him
In anger, he began to wonder
And he wanted to hang the messenger;
But softening this time
He gave the following order to the messenger:
"Wait for the Tsar's return
For a legal decision. "
A messenger is traveling with a diploma,
And he arrived at last.
And the weaver with the cook,
With the bridegroom Baba Babarikha,
They tell him to rob him;
The messenger is drunk
And in his empty bag
They thrust another letter -
And brought a messenger intoxicated
On the same day, the order is as follows:
“The king orders his boyars,
Not wasting time
And the queen and the offspring
Secretly throw into the abyss of waters. "
There is nothing to do: boyars,
Longing for the sovereign
And the young queen,
They came to her bedroom in a crowd.
They declared the will of the king -
She and her son have an evil lot,
Read the decree aloud,
And the queen at the same hour
They put my son in a barrel,
Grinded, drove
And they let me into Okiyan -
This is what Tsar Saltan ordered.
Stars shine in the blue sky
In the blue sea, waves whip;
A cloud is walking across the sky
The barrel floats on the sea.
Like a bitter widow
The queen is crying, beating in her;
And the child grows there
By leaps and bounds.
The day has passed, the queen is screaming ...
And the child hurries the wave:
“You, my wave, wave!
You are gulliva and free;
You splash wherever you want
You sharpen sea stones
You drown the shore of the earth,
Raising ships -
Do not ruin our soul:
Throw us out onto dry land! "
And the wave obeyed:
Right there on the shore she
I took out the barrel lightly
And she drained away quietly.
Mother and baby are saved;
She feels the earth.
But who will take them out of the barrel?
Will God really leave them?
The son got up on his feet,
I rested my head on the bottom,
I made a little effort:
"As if there is a window in the courtyard
Shall we do it? " - he said,
Knocked out the bottom and went 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.
Son thought: good dinner
We would, however, need it.
He breaks the branches of the oak
And bends the bow in a tight one,
Silk cord from the cross
Stretched oak on a bow,
I broke a thin cane,
With a light arrow he sharpened
And went to the edge of the valley
Look for game by the sea.
He only approaches the sea,
So he hears like a groan ...
The sea is not quiet;
Looks - sees the case famously:
The swan is beating amid the swell,
The vulture hovers over her;
That poor thing is splashing
The water is muddying and gushing around ...
He has already dismissed his claws,
Bloody bite pricked up ...
But just the arrow began to sing,
I touched a kite in the neck -
The vulture shed blood in the sea,
The prince lowered the bow;
Looks: the kite is drowning in the sea
And it does not moan like a bird cry,
The swan floats about
Pecks an evil kite,
The near death is hurrying
Beats with a wing and drowns in the sea -
And then to the prince
Speaks in Russian:
"You, prince, my savior,
My mighty deliverer
Do not grieve that for 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 good
I will serve you later:
You didn’t save the swan,
He left the maiden alive;
You didn't kill a kite
Shot the sorcerer.
I will never forget you:
You will find me everywhere
Now you come back
Do not grieve and go to bed. "
The swan bird flew away,
And the prince and the queen,
Having spent the whole day like this
They decided to go to bed.
The prince opened his eyes;
Shaking off the dreams of the night
And wondering in front of me
He sees a big city,
The walls are jagged,
And behind the white walls
The domes of churches shine
And holy monasteries.
He rather wakes up the queen;
How will she gasp! .. “Will it be? -
He says, - I see:
The swan amuses me. "
Mother and son go to the city.
Just stepped over the fence
Deafening ringing
Rose from all sides:
The people are coming down to meet them,
The church choir praises God;
In the rattlers of gold
A lush courtyard meets them;
They all call them loudly
And the prince is crowned
With a princely cap, and a head
They proclaim over themselves;
And in the midst of its capital,
With the permission of the queen,
On the same day he began to reign
And he was called Prince Guidon.
The wind on the sea walks
And the boat urges on;
He runs to himself in the waves
On inflated sails.
The sailors are amazed
The boat is crowded
On a familiar island
They see a miracle in reality:
New gold-domed city,
A pier with a strong outpost;
The guns from the pier are firing
They tell the ship to dock.
Guests stick to the outpost;
He feeds and drinks them
And the answer tells me to keep:
"What are you, guests, bargaining for?
And where are you sailing now? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world,
Traded in sables
Black-brown foxes;
And now we are out of time
Driving straight east
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan ... "
The prince said to them then:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea on Okiyanu
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
I bow to him from me. "
Guests on the road, and Prince Guidon
From the shore with a sad soul
Seeing off their long run;
Lo and behold - over flowing waters
The white swan floats.
Grieved for what? " -
She says to him.
The prince answers sadly:
“Sadness-melancholy eats me up,
Overpowered the fellow:
I would like to see my father. "
Swan to the prince: “This is the grief!
Well, listen: do you want to go to sea
Fly for the ship?
Be, prince, you are a mosquito. "
And flapped her wings
Water splashed with noise
And sprinkled it
From head to toe everything.
Then he decreased to a point,
Turned into a mosquito,
Flew and squeaked
I caught up with the ship at sea,
Slowly sank
On the ship - and huddled in the crack.
The wind makes a merry noise
The ship runs merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It can be seen from afar.
Here guests came ashore;
And follow them to the palace
Our prodigy flew.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in the ward
On the throne and in the crown
With a sad thought on his face;
And the weaver with the cook,
With the bridegroom Baba Babarikha,
Sitting near the king
And they look into his eyes.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
"Oh you, guests, gentlemen,
How long have you traveled? where?
Is it okay across the sea, or is it bad?
And what a miracle in the world? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Life is not bad across the sea,
In the world, here's a miracle:
The island was steep at sea
Not free, 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 gold-domed churches,
With towers and gardens,
And Prince Guidon is sitting 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 will go to Guidon's. "
And the weaver with the cook,
With the bridegroom Baba Babarikha,
Do not want to let him in
A wonderful island to visit.
"Already a curiosity, well, right, -
Winking at others slyly,
The cook says -
The city stands by the sea!
Know that this is not a trinket:
Spruce in the forest, squirrel under the spruce,
Squirrel sings songs
And gnaws at all the nuts
And the nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden
Kernels - pure emerald;
That's what they call a miracle. "
Tsar Saltan marvels at a miracle,
And the mosquito is angry, angry -
And the mosquito dug just
Aunt right in the right eye.
The cook turned pale
Has died and was oiled.
Servants, matchmaker and sister
They catch a mosquito with a cry.
“You damned midge!
We are you! .. "And he is in the window,
Yes, calmly to your destiny
I flew across the sea.
Again the prince walks by the sea,
He does not take his eyes off the blue sea;
Lo and behold - over flowing waters
The white swan floats.
“Hello, you are my beautiful prince!
Grieved for what? "-
She says to him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness, melancholy eats me up;
Wonderful start
I'd like to. Somewhere there
Spruce in the forest, squirrel under the spruce;
Wonderful, really, not a trinket -
The squirrel sings songs
Yes, it gnaws nuts all,
And the nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden
Kernels - pure emerald;
But maybe people are lying. "
The swan answers the prince:
“The light about the squirrel shines the truth;
I know this miracle;
Enough, prince, my soul,
Do not worry; glad service
I will show you friendship. "
With a cheered soul
The prince went home;
I just stepped into the wide courtyard -
Well? under the high tree,
He sees a squirrel in front of everyone
Golden gnaws a nut
The emerald takes out
And he collects the shell,
Puts equal piles
And sings with a whistle
Honestly with all the people:
Whether in the garden, in the vegetable garden.
Prince Guidon was amazed.
“Well, thanks,” he said, “
Oh yes, the swan - God forbid,
As for me, the fun is the same. "
A prince for a squirrel later
Built a crystal house
Sent a guard to him
And besides, the clerk made
A strict account of nuts is a message.
To the prince profit, honor to the squirrel.
The wind walks on the sea
And the boat urges on;
He runs to himself in the waves
On the raised sails
Past the steep island
Past the big city:
The guns from the pier are firing
They tell the ship to dock.
Guests stick to the outpost;
Prince Guidon invites them to visit,
They both feed and drink
And the answer tells me to keep:
"What are you, guests, bargaining for?
And where are you sailing now? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world,
We traded horses
All Don stallions
And now we are out of time -
And the path lies far for us:
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan ... "
Then the prince says to them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea on Okiyanu
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
Yes, say: 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,
So it pulls and carries away ...
Here she is again
Instantly sprayed everything:
The prince turned into a fly,
Flew and sank
Between sea and heaven
On the ship - and climbed into the crack.
The wind makes a merry noise
The ship runs merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan -
And the desired country
It can be seen from afar;
Here guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our prodigy flew.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in the ward
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 beside the king,
They look like angry toads.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
"Oh you, guests, gentlemen,
How long have you traveled? where?
Okay, eh across the sea, or bad,
And what a miracle in the world? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living across the sea is not bad;
In the world, here's a miracle:
An island on the sea lies
There is a city on the island
With gold-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
Spruce grows in front of the palace,
And under it is a crystal house;
The tame squirrel lives there,
Yes, what an entertainer!
The squirrel sings songs
Yes, it gnaws nuts all,
And the nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden
Kernels - pure emerald;
Servants guard the squirrel,
They serve her as servants in different ways -
And a clerk was appointed
A strict account of nuts is a message;
The army gives her honor;
A coin is poured from the shells,
Yes, they float around the world;
The girls are pouring an emerald
In the pantries, but under a bushel;
Everyone on that island is rich
There are no Isobes, there are chambers everywhere;
And Prince Guidon is sitting in it;
He sent you a bow. "
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"If only I will be alive,
I will visit a wonderful island,
I will go to Guidon's. "
And the weaver with the cook,
With the bridegroom Baba Babarikha,
Do not want to let him in
A wonderful island to visit.
Smiling surreptitiously,
The weaver says to the king:
“What's so wonderful about that? Well!
Squirrel gnaws pebbles,
Throwing gold into piles
Rakes in emeralds;
You won't surprise us with this
Are you telling the truth or not.
There is another wonder in the light:
The sea will swell violently
Boil, raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will spread out in a noisy run
And find themselves on the shore
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes,
All handsome men are daring
Young giants
All are equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
This is a miracle, so a miracle
You can say rightly! "
Clever guests are silent
They don't want to argue with her.
For a miracle, Tsar Saltan marvels,
And Guidon is angry, angry ...
He hummed and just
Sat down on my aunt's left eye,
And the weaver turned pale:
"Ay!" and right there she was distraught;
Everyone shouts: “Catch, catch,
Yes, crush it, crush it ...
Oh, really! wait a little,
Wait ... "And the prince through the window,
Yes, calmly to your destiny
I flew across the sea.
The prince walks by the blue sea,
He does not take his eyes off the blue sea;
Lo and behold - over flowing waters
The white swan floats.
“Hello, you are my beautiful prince!
Why are you quiet as a rainy day?
Grieved for what? " -
She says to him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness-melancholy eats me up -
I would like a miracle
I will transfer to my destiny. "
"And what is this miracle?"
- Somewhere it will swell violently
Okiyan, will raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will splash in a noisy run,
And find themselves on the shore
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes,
All handsome men are young
Daring giants
All are equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
The swan answers the prince:
“Is that what, prince, confuses you?
Do not grieve, my soul,
I know this miracle.
These knights of the sea
I’m all my brothers.
Do not be sad, go
Wait for the brothers to visit. "
The prince went, forgetting his grief,
Sat on the tower and out to sea
He began to look; the sea suddenly
Fluttered 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 pairs,
And, shining with gray hair,
The uncle is in front
And leads them to the hail.
Prince Guidon escapes from the tower,
Welcomes dear guests;
The people are running in a hurry;
The uncle says to the prince:
"The swan sent us to you
And punished by order
Keep your glorious city
And patrol them.
We are from now on every day
Together we will certainly
At your high walls
Come out of the waters of the sea,
So I'll see you soon
And now it's time for us to go to sea;
The air of the earth is heavy for us. "
All then went home.
The wind walks on the sea
And the boat urges on;
He runs to himself in the waves
On the raised sails
Past the steep island
Past the big city;
The guns from the pier are firing
They tell the ship to dock.
Guests stick to the outpost.
Prince Guidon invites them to visit,
They both feed and drink
And the answer tells me to keep:
“What are you, guests, bargaining with?
And where are you sailing now? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
We traded in damask steel,
Pure silver and gold
And now we are out of time;
And the path lies far for us,
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan. "
Then the prince says to them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea on Okiyanu
To the glorious Tsar Saltan.
Well tell me: Prince Guidon
Send his bow to the king. "
The guests bowed to the prince,
They went out and set off.
To the sea, the prince, 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 is his
Instantly sprayed everything.
Here he greatly decreased,
The prince turned into a bumblebee,
Flew and hummed;
I caught up with the ship at sea,
Slowly sank
Aft - and huddled into the crack.
The wind makes a merry noise
The ship runs merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It can be seen from afar.
Here guests came ashore.
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our prodigy flew.
He sees, all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in the ward
On the throne and in the crown,
With a sad thought on his face.
And the weaver with the cook,
With the bridegroom Baba Babarikha,
They sit beside the king -
Four all three are looking.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
"Oh you, guests, gentlemen,
How long have you traveled? where?
Is it okay across the sea, or is it bad?
And what a miracle in the world? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living across the sea is not bad;
In the world, here's a miracle:
An island on the sea lies
There is a city on the island
Every day there is a miracle:
The sea will swell violently
Boil, raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will splash in a quick run -
And stay on the shore
Thirty-three heroes,
In the scales of golden grief,
All handsome men are young
Daring giants
All are equal, as if by selection;
Old uncle Chernomor
With them comes out of the sea
And brings them out in pairs,
To keep that island
And to bypass the patrol -
And that guard is not more reliable
Neither braver nor more diligent.
And Prince Guidon is sitting there;
He sent you a bow. "
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"If I will only be alive,
I will visit a wonderful island
And I will go to see the prince. "
Cook and weaver
Not gugu - but Babarikha
Smiling, he says:
“Who will surprise us with this?
People come out of the sea
And they roam themselves on patrol!
Either they tell the truth, or they lie,
I don't see the diva here.
Is there such a diva in the world?
Here goes the rumor is true:
There is a princess across the sea,
What you can't take your eyes off:
In the afternoon, the light of God dims,
Illuminates the earth at night,
The month under the scythe shines
And in the forehead the star is burning.
And she herself is stately,
Comes out like a pava;
And as the speech says,
Like a river babbling.
You can say rightly
This is a miracle, so a miracle. "
Smart guests are silent:
They don't want to argue with a woman.
Tsar Saltan marvels at a miracle -
And the prince, although he is angry,
But he regrets the eyes
To his old grandmother:
He buzzes over her, circles -
Sits right on her nose,
The hero stung his nose:
A blister sprang up on my nose.
And again the alarm went off:
“Help, for God's sake!
Guard! catch, catch,
Yes, push it, push it ...
Oh, really! wait a little
Wait! .. "And the bumblebee in the window,
Yes, calmly to your destiny
I flew across the sea.
The prince walks by the blue sea,
He does not take his eyes off the blue sea;
Lo and behold - over flowing waters
The white swan floats.
“Hello, you are my beautiful prince!
Why are you quiet as a rainy day?
Grieved for what? " -
She says to him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness-melancholy eats me up:
People get married; I look
Only I go 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 afternoon, the light of God dims,
Illuminates the earth at night -
The month under the scythe shines
And in the forehead the star is burning.
And she herself is stately,
Acts like a pava;
Sweet speech speaks,
As if the river gurgles.
Only, complete, is it true? "
The prince awaits an answer with fear.
The white swan is silent
And, on reflection, he says:
"Yes! there is such a girl.
But the wife is not a mitten:
You can't shake off a white handle,
Yes, you can't shut it up in your belt.
I will serve you with advice -
Listen: about everything about it
Think on the way
I wouldn’t repent later. ”
The prince began to swear before her,
That it's time for him to marry
What about it about everything
He changed his mind by;
That I am ready with a passionate soul
For the beautiful princess
He's on foot to go from here
At least for the distant lands.
The swan is here, taking a deep breath,
She said: “Why is it far away?
Know that your fate is near,
After all, this princess is me. "
Here she, flapping her wings,
Flew over the waves
And ashore from above
Sank into the bushes
Startled, shook herself off
And the princess turned around:
The month under the scythe shines
And in the forehead the star is burning;
And she herself is stately,
Acts like a pava;
And as the speech says,
Like a river babbling.
The prince hugs the princess,
Presses to the white chest
And leads her quickly
To my dear mother.
The prince at her feet, begging:
“My dear sovereign!
I chose a wife for myself,
Daughter obedient to you
We ask for both permissions,
Your blessing:
Bless the children
Live in advice and love. "
Over their obedient head
Mother with miraculous icon
Tears pouring down and says:
"God will reward you children."
The prince did not get ready for a long time,
Married to the princess;
They began to live and get on,
Yes, wait for the offspring.
The wind walks on the sea
And the boat urges on;
He runs to himself in the waves
On inflated sails
Past the steep island
Past the big city;
The guns from the pier are firing
They tell the ship to dock.
Guests stick to the outpost.
Prince Guidon invites them to visit,
He feeds them and gives them water
And the answer tells me to keep:
"What are you, guests, bargaining for?
And where are you sailing now? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world,
We traded for a reason
Unspecified item;
And our path lies far:
Head east
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan. "
The prince said to them then:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea on Okiyanu
To the glorious gift Saltan;
Yes remind him
To his sovereign:
He promised to visit us,
And until now I haven’t got ready -
I send him my bow. "
Guests on the road, and Prince Guidon
I stayed at home this time
And he did not part with his wife.
The wind makes a merry noise
The ship runs merrily
Past Buyan Island
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And a familiar country
It can be seen from afar.
Here 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 the bridegroom Baba Babarikha,
They sit beside the king,
Four all three are looking.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
"Oh you, guests, gentlemen,
How long have you traveled? where?
Is it okay across the sea, or is it bad?
And what a miracle in the world? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Life is not bad across the sea,
In the world, here's a miracle:
An island on the sea lies
There is a city on the island
With gold-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
Spruce grows in front of the palace,
And under it is a crystal house;
The tame squirrel lives in it,
Yes, what a wonderful woman!
Squirrel sings songs
Yes, he gnaws nuts all;
And the nuts are not simple,
The shells are golden
Kernels - pure emerald;
They take care of the squirrel.
There is still another wonder:
The sea will swell violently
Boil, raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will splash in a fast run,
And find themselves on the shore
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes,
All handsome men are daring
Young giants
All are equal, as for selection -
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
And that guard is not more reliable
Neither braver nor more diligent.
And the prince has a wife,
What you can't take your eyes off:
In the afternoon, the light of God dims,
Illuminates the earth at night;
The month under the scythe shines
And in the forehead the star is burning.
Prince Guidon rules that city,
Everyone praises him zealously;
He sent you a bow
Yes, he blames you:
He promised to visit us,
And until now I haven’t got ready ”.
Here the king could not resist,
He ordered to equip the fleet.
And the weaver with the cook,
With the bridegroom Baba Babarikha,
They do not want to let the king
A wonderful island to visit.
But Saltan does not heed them
And it just calms them down:
"What am I? king or child? -
He says not jokingly: -
Today I'm going! " - Then he stamped,
I went out and slammed the door.
Guidon sits under the window,
Silently looks at the sea:
It does not make noise, does not whip,
Only barely, barely in awe,
And in the azure distance
Ships appeared:
Across the Okiyana Plains
The fleet of Tsar Saltan is going.
Prince Guidon then jumped up,
Cried out loudly:
“My dear mother!
You, young princess!
Look you there:
Father is coming here. "
The fleet is already approaching the island.
Prince Guidon directs the pipe:
The king is on deck
And he looks at them through the pipe;
With him is a weaver with a cook,
With the bridegroom Baba Babarikha;
Wonder one
To an unfamiliar side.
At once the cannons ignited;
The bell towers rang;
Guidon himself goes to the sea;
There he meets the king
With a cook and a weaver,
With the bridegroom Baba Babarikha;
He led the king to the city,
Saying nothing.
Everyone now goes to the wards:
The armor shines at the gate,
And stand in the eyes of the king
Thirty-three heroes,
All handsome men are young
Daring giants
All are equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
The king stepped into the wide courtyard:
There under the tree high
The squirrel sings a song
The golden nut gnaws
The emerald takes out
And lowers it into a sachet;
And a large yard is sown
In a shell of gold.
Guests are far away - hastily
They look - what then? princess is a wonder:
The moon shines under the scythe
And in the forehead the star is burning;
And she herself is stately,
Acts like a pava
And her mother-in-law leads her.
The Tsar looks and finds out ...
A zealous leap in him!
"What do I see? what?
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 on.
And the weaver with the cook,
With the bridegroom Baba Babarikha,
Scattered to the corners;
They were found violently there.
Here they confessed everything,
They obeyed, burst into tears;
A king for joy
I let all three go home.
The day has passed - Tsar Saltan
They put him to bed, half drunk.
I was there; honey, drank beer -
And he just wet his mustache.
"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. He several times tried to seriously tackle the literary processing of the plot, but he did this only in 1831 in Tsarskoe Selo.
The tale is dedicated to the traditional folk theme - the 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 great artistic skill and in the smallest detail.
At the very beginning, Tsar Saltan shows great wisdom when choosing a future wife. The dreams of each of the girls express their main life aspirations. The first two personify physical needs (food and material security), and the third - spiritual (procreation).
The wisdom of the king 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 the child and slander them before the king.
The queen and the young prince are innocent, so even nature treats them well. The wave carries the barrel to the shore. The prince is immediately shown as a goodie. Together with his mother, he faces starvation, but first of all he rescues the defenseless "bird swan". A good deed justifies itself. The magic bird gives him a whole city in gratitude.
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 makes a trip to his father's palace and learns in time that he is not allowed to the island by the evil "weaver with a cook, with her in-law Baba Babarikha." Their fictional stories are brought to life thanks to the magic of the swans. Thus, evil not only fails to achieve its goal, but unwittingly helps positive characters. The prince increases the glory of his island, and in the end he gets a magical beauty as his wife.
The fairy tale has a happy and solemn ending. Despite all the intrigues of negative characters, goodness won: the king again found a wife, and with her a son and his beautiful bride. The king's joy 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 the best tales of Pushkin. Its plot is often played out in various works of art and theatrical performances.
